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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Music is my savior, when i was young, where I'm from people didn't get out, people just sat on the corners hustling for years, no sense of hope, just an addiction to survive off other peoples addictions, so i made music mine, him right there, he ran the spot, you couldn't make no money without seeing him, and them right there, well, they work for him, you see a lot of faces just come through and just disappear , not because they move up, mostly because they either dead or in jail, music saved my life, it kept me inside, it brought me home early, it kept me in the right place at the right time, so i dedicate this album to music, music is my savior...LETS DO THIS!
Ever since my birth they thought i was cursed been through the worst but i found a road, not knowing that eventually they would mention me as the next hot thing to blow, not only that, I'm coming from a place where they literally expect mc's to pop, they say New York got buried in the game so i guess I'm tha nigga to bring it back on top, yes sir this is the year no looking back lets make it clear, I'm on the map, wanna know where the futures at? well your looking at him right here, first place please slide to the rear as i make my way up, one-six-four to the bill boat, in the end gotta make em pay up, now pay us, switch and owe us some familiar now you know us, so on top of the chain see your ceilings is a flow us and we building even more now the futures looking pretty, so in love with the game the futures looking pretty so in love with the game I'm about to build a city and call it hip hop, ain't no stopping it its the brand new metropolis, we set the trends crystal started acting up now the world start poppin' cris' we bought bands in the picture mention phantom on the track, drove they sales up and witnessed the intensity of rap, its a wrap! |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Intro)
It's alright? Woah, let me tell you now? (Verse I) I came to blow a grip You know I don't care Grab a couple stacks Throw the money in the air Drive the black car Open up the bar Shut the club down Leave with a couple broads You're f***ing with a star You can see the glow I'm pushing 40 stacks for a 10 minute show Nigga do the math I'ma need a bath Cause I'm filthy rich Making money out the ass My little cousin told me this is my year I won't stop till a nigga shuttin down Times Square Yeah, I do this for the block no lies So I can drop the top on the 645 See until you're on top niggas don't show respect But my name MIMS aka Cut The Check I used to play the bench But now I'm on deck When I'm hopping off the jet Nigga's face look upset But I'm quick to tell them.. (Chorus) It's alright Woahhh?. I'm so quick to tell them It's alright Woahhh?. (Verse II) Now you know the shit popping when the chick you just met Got your name tattooed on her ass and her neck All the ladies love me I'm their favorite MC Nigga true definition P.I.M.P. There ain't a place I ain't seen E' ry strip, e' ry scene Like my nigga B.I.G said "It was all a dream!" Now I'm sitting in the Beam Inside money green Nigga all about the cash You can tell how I lean Keep your eyes on the Beam Like I told you in the Hot song It's all about the cake, Being broke ain't a option Haters in the hood with the heat tryin' to pop strong Im'a quick grip when they see me with the rock song But nigga I'm MIMs AKA Cut The Check See I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat I used to play the bench But now I'm on deck When I'm hopping off the jet Nigga's face look upset But I'm quick to tell them.. (Chorus) (Verse III) Im the freshest motherf***er on the scene A grand on the jeans Sittin on some ice creams I represent New York Big city of dreams Where we ride on 10's But you know we keep it clean See I lay my game down Flip a few styles 10 times out of 10 You gon' like the way it sounds You know I get it in And if you don't like it it's fine So get yours Cause Im'a definitely get mine (Chorus) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
I Wanna Be A Little Bit More Like, Like Laid Back
See, Y'all Do Is Cool But Me Homie, I'm Calmer Like What Surround Her Neck? I Charmed Her Me I Milked The Cow, I'm A Farmer Her Guards Up But I Removed The Armor You Just Seem To Be The Part Of The Problem Introducin' Me, The Solution I Rocked It Just Like I'm From Houston No, Not The Ball Playa, More Like The Mall Playa Soon As I Touch Down, I Shut Down The Store Playa Look, I'm Already On Playa See, I'm Like The Stars In The Sky Early Morn' Playa So Just Listen To The Song So We Could End All Back And Forth Like Ping Pong She Is My Queen That Makes Me King Kong I'm The Leader Of The Jungle Dog Ain't Nothin' Left To Say But, Hey I'm The Bong Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Lets Just Say That We Slid Off Gallardo Spider So We Can Take The Lid Off She Just Made That Jump Like Cris Cross Right In The Passenger Side You **** Off Ain't My Fault I Just Handle My Biz You Can't Handle Your Wiz, So It Is What It's Gonna Be? I'm In The Sun Sittin' Under Palm Trees Lookin' Life Big I Won't Hate, I'll Just Tell Her How It Is If I Show You How I Live, You Would Think I Was Hidin' And Mic Is My Trident, I'm Poseidon And She Is My Afro Deity, Stop Lyin' You Not As Fly As I'm And Some Say I'm The Flyest Plane On The Runway Some Day I Would Be The One Day Called King And Till That Time Your Girlfriend Can Call Me Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc I Didn't Come Here To Brag No Amount Of Money Could Match With My Swag You Know I Got Wrapped In The Bag Livin' In The Past And I'm The Future Do, All Washed Up Like The Guadalupe Your Own Home Team Won't Root For You And That's 'coz They Look For Me So Truthfully As Truly Yours Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Where I Belong
(Verse 1) (Where I belong) Is in a place with no racial barriers And we all ride high in chariots Where love means love When we all have the finer things So we don't gotta buy you diamond rings just to marry us Instead I'm where they livin for bling And people manage to sing over the material things Where hip hop...it's no longer just a lyrical thing Tell me God where did I go wrong? This ain't (where I belong) It's in a place where bad souls never get in Instead I'm in hell's kitchen It's sickenin...to my stomach I'm runnin 100 mile but still can't escape from it I pray you show me the light It's only right These lonely nights I call on my momma to hold me tight Show me right from wrong This road I'm on, I passed my turn But please, don't allow me to crash and burn Just give me a chance...watch how fast I learn (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x2) (Verse 2) Is somewhere, in someone's memory Where we're all friends, and ain't no enemies And there ain't no one minute you're wrong, next minute you're gone So I hope that, by the end of this song, I am (where I belong) Where fathers don't leave when you're born And every page in the book ain't torn And everyday that you lookin, they gone And you wishin they came You see I know I aint from here I'm wishin I had remain (where I belong) No followers, no leaders No burners and heaters No dimes, no divas...it's pure No...cancer AIDS, God leave us a cure No more violence, no need for police to appear No schools to drop out No snitches to cop out No drugs to sell, meanin no fiends to knock out I'm talkin a perfect place where we all get along That's why I know that this ain't the place (where I belong) (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x2) (Verse 3) Is in a place where women don't trade money for sex So cops harass you in front of your steps Where...taxes don't equal a half your check Where people give respect in order to have respect (No gold diggers) tryna figure how much cash I get (No speed limits) so it wont matter how fast I went (Take the time to think) no decisions is ? ? shit No alcohol so drunk niggaz wont crash their whips (Where I belong) The same place where Big and Pac's at The same place they buried hip hop at...right there Me and my mom reunite there Then it's off through the, pearly gates to sit down in that white chair Ray Charles, Marvyn Gaye...Barry White did Carry Mims Senior, Joanne ? right there I dont need money, all I need is a mic there I can see it so clear, I be there in the light yeah (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x4) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Woman:]
Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 1: Mims] Yes it's me The underestimated MC So, ill with the flow I need a M.D. Somebody call a doctor I make 'em all sick when I hop out the phantom of the opera Oppo-site to what I call a failure I am the reasons y'all can't look in the mirrors But don't worry I see shit a lil' clearer Go ahead and act funny but you ain't stackin' money And therefore we ain't here for the best Matta fact, homey I can't hear y'all I'm deaf I spit it in sign language, mob language Keep me around bread like a sandwich Dammit The plane done landed The plan unveiled Now, gimme some space, I'm outta this world Some niggas say they just tryna get a nut That may be true, but, I'm a very big squirrel Y'all niggas get in some shit and just bail I'm at the precinct like fuck it it's just bail Me, I'm a very big deal with some very big work on a very big scale [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 2:] I heard it was, squeeze first ask questions So which one of y'all is the next to ask? Be the same one of y'all, up next to blast I suggest you raise up, like Exxon gas You bullshittin', I'm talkin' what I could do Mims is hotter than some cooked food I'm a good dude, so usually I chill But if you look close enough, you can see my steel Yes, I'm concealed Yes, I'm the shit You think his paper long, you should see my deal I'm Microsoft Mims, I rock wit' Bill Gates First week, shipped a mill out the gate And I ain't tryna brag, I just set the record straight My shit push 4, I'm just tryna move 8 You tryna catch up with me, ya too late All you do is lose weight IIIIII move weight Driiiiive through states Push [?] like every day was a Tuesday Wow, that's real Y'all, iced grill I'm laughin' on my way to the bank wit' a nice meal [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 3: Mims] I'm a Range Rove rapper Plain-clothes rappers Need to stop actin' like the thang won't clap ya I am not a killer, nor do I defend 'em I don't swing at dudes, I am not a pendulum I don't write laws or rules, nigga I bend 'em I don't start careers when I beef, nigga I end 'em You don't want it with me, I can see clearly You match up with I? Please, barely Dog, I'm nearly as high as it gets I get weary in the sky when I fly like this I'm so high, it's gettin' kinda hard to top it So imagine when the album drop, I'ma make y'all [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Ugh Ugh Ugh
(Chorus:) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Verse:) Now Some Like Whips And Some Like Chains But Her She Got A Thing For That Big Black Train Not Just A Metaphor To How Im Ridin On Tracks From Up North To Down South Wit Niggas Ridin In Lack's Since I Dropped I Got The Whole World Ridin Ma Back To Much Chit Chat Is He Back Pack Or Is He Gimmicky Lyricaly Hes Sick He Know The Ring Of Remedys Jealousy Breathes Envy Got Alot Of Enemys Shorties I Probly Wife I Keep Alot Of Those Too Bitches All In My Pockets I Know Alot Of Hoes Too Ill Yellin All Aboard They Takin Off They Clothes Too You Tryna Figure Why And I Already Told You Most Chicks Is Infatuaed With All My Vocals Niggas Hate In The Hood Cus Im No Longer Local All Around The World Got Ladies Screamin Ma Name And For What They Lookin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Chorus:) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Verse:) I Aint Got Spinners Im A Winner By Nature I Cant Stand A Broad Thas Just Into Ma Paper You Find Me In The Club Sippin Henny No Chaser If I Dont Hit It Now I Bet Im Hittin That Lata See When I Swing Thru The Bling I Bring Thru Brightin Up The Room Turnin Everything Blue And Everything New Is Everything New Cant Choose To And Everything You Aint Used To Now Have You Eva Seen A Nigga Lay His Game Down Hop Off The Leer Jet Come Thru And Bring The Train Round Im Just Playin With The Game See Its A Shame Now They Say Im Cocky Since Industry Know My Name Now But Now Its Back On Board See Off To My Train We Go Check A Id Make Sure That This Thing Legal She Gave Me Head Crack And I Aint Talkin Bout Cee-Lo I Hit Her Same Day Man Thats Word On Ma People (Chorus: x2) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train Ride On Ma Big Black Train Big Black Train They Beggin For A Ride On Ma... They Beggin For A Ride On Ma Big Black Train |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(feat. Bun B, Bad Seed)
[screwed up:] They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby [Chorus:] They don't wanna play They don't wanna play They don't they don't they don't wanna play They don't wanna play they talkin big baby They don't wanna play They don't wanna play They don't wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way [Verse 1:] Say u a killa killa Say u bout that skrilla skrilla Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head U gone make me kill this nigga U claimin yo flow is sick? Yea well mine is illa illa Catch me in that dirty dirty Feed up in that villa villa So live I'm the 05 thrilla in manilla Come thru with the triple village Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin Nigga I'm about my bread!!!! My flow is yo ceilin ceilin Nigga pop off Finna get popped my word is booooorn Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go it's ooooon Ain't affraid wut u niggas got to offa Got killas in the mit that'll off ya Yawl niggas ain't on the same level Pull up pull off in the vocsha One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back I lost ya I ain't a killa main But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter You meet me by the creek by the crawler I'm the on sippin weight cruch the balla You niggas is hustlin backwards (they talkin big baby) [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I tried to told em not to act up But he didnt listen Now his colla bone and rib cage Out of position I'ma big dude Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party He ain't see shit all he seen is a shottie Next he seen jesus Pick up the putisis I'm the shit mattafact in shiesest Don't make me show u wut a beast is Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day U know wut time it is and I ain't flava flave But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades Ill leave u hurt like u label paid U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way Man I will lean u like a kick stand Rock u like a wristband Cut chu then I switch hands (they they talkin big baby) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now all u pussy niggas Fuck boys snitches and hoes Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does Represent for pop trunkers Wit the trues and the voes Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows From the pros to begginners L 7's to the winners Southern course steakas To the chicken dinnas And grind all the binnas And need to get it out Find a tight trap And then I said it out Bet cha bout them dolla On the best cause I'm back I'm the true and certified who resieded pimpin back Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh Young jeezy the snow man But I pack is the best So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away Joey is back and we been waitin to play Trigga finga waitin to spray Leavin ya punchured And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction (they talkin big baby) [chorus] |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Uh, You know what it is what it is
When we do what we do Uh, Yea Look If good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top 10 download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Palm on your ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherfucker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case of the dom Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Tell me how low will a bad girl go
She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top ring download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Calm on you ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherf**ker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case till the dawn Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Chorus)
Letoya Luckett Nothin's been right Since you walked Out my life So please come back Cause I can't eat I can't sleep And I can't go on (no) Just can't go on without you Mims Gotta do what I gotta (yeah) Ya see I been around the globe but no I'm not a trotter I'm just a fiend for the green for them dollas So baby I don't mean what I mean when I holla (sorry) At them models blame it on the bottles but The truth is I ain't in no exclusives (nope) The hoes love it when they see a coupe roofless That's why I'm always on that new shit (yeah) Cause when I dropped it hoes dropped it At the hotel is when we got the clothes droppin' (the game) They kept callin' me but no stoppin' I'm on the road doin shows and you can go shoppin' Now you lonely, moved on me In the hood word is you gotta new homie But I ain't mad, do u homie, cause for me it's mic check 1,2 homie (let's go) (Chorus) Mims I'm on a plane on the way out, London U.K. Shorty at home cryin' out won't you stay Can't stand the fact I'll be back in two days On top of all that I attract the groupies So she sick till her tummy hurts Honey dip don't understand how money works She said I work too hard with no play She don't know that I'm out there where them hoes stay Or in the back of that club all in that rosey rippin' that bar up End of the night I'm a alcoholic I'm all up in the ward off Astoria In the suite with Miranda and Carly Yeah weekend love is all that I can offer (I'm sorry) So when I get home I'm more like a foreigner I'm in and out from N.Y to Florida L.A to T.X. then south of the border (Chorus) Mims Baby girl, baby baby girl As soon as I'm back I take you around the world I know it's whack I put ya life through hell Try to compromise because things were stale This is real to the death of me But you stuck around when there was nothing left of me You was there for me Plus you cared for me So forever you will always get respect from me (let's go) Letoya Luckett Baby your love means so much to me With you is where I always wanna be (Lovin you makes my life complete) You make my life complete (Chorus) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Hold up
Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly, I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm I come through spot Stun is on the eyes Fitted to the side 20's on the ride Some say I'm fly They say I'm the best Catch me in the sky with the S on my chest Chicks call me superman Super duper lover Just in case it rain Keep the coup ville for covers Unless it rain dollars They your talking money Bein broke ain't a joke Bein rich must be funny And me I'm tryin ta laugh Count a lil cash Walk in, walk out, grab shorty with the ass Take her back to my pad But no not the crib I mean the helicopter Let me show you how I live See I can take you high Spend a little dough Shut them all down Take you out them plain clothes Baby I can make you fly Do it in the day So tell me if you down Baby what you got to say She said hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Now tell me what ya like Cause I can make it life Them otha niggas did it wrong See I can make it right Had ya neck filled with ice Juicy Couture velour jumpsuit Princess for the night Keep ya draped in the best Blue marine dress They call me Mr. Fly I keep the S on my chest See I move faster than a bullet So I can hold ya down I could jump big buildings in a single bound That's why they call me superman Super duper lover Imagine what the boy Mims do beneath the covers I ain't 702 But you complete my stillo Look up in the sky Got you flyin in the G4 See we fly and better yet we soar And it's lonely at the top But the bottom is so boing Bottom of the pot All niggers in sole order whenever they see me like The people wind up on me like Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Call me superman super superman Hold up Wait Look up in the sky Call me superman super superman Call me Mr. Fly I keep the S on my chest Call me superman super superman Hold up Wait Look up in the sky Call me superman super superman No no no it's me Cuz I'm fly, I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Intro)
Oh man, I'm f**ked up man, I think I need to see a psychiatrist My mind's playin' tricks on me man (Verse I) I said Doctor Doctor, won't you help me So many sick thoughts see my mind ain't healthy Mad at the fact that I ain't wealthy So I sell drugs, ain't shit you can tell me When he got 10 cars And I got no car Waiting at the bus stop, I can't go far You ain't poor You don't know what it is like To be in my shoes man And see what I live like Now how could you live life 20 plus years old caught in a mid-life crisis F**k who's the nicest It's about copping them new devices Italian Ices Gougin' Prices When you on top you should see how life is So unrighteous But it feels so good Mad at me like he ain't no good But it feels so good (Bridge) I mean? I mean damn, Doc? Shit is going real good for me? I got a lot of fame now? But I don't think I can take it man? Check it out? (Verse II) I said Doctor Doctor, I need help now Ain't slept in years so I see a meltdown Either that or a permanent breakdown Cause my height man ain't learning the breakdown I'm on tone now My voice is toned down Moving too fast but I can't slow down Doc said "To Rest, time to cancel the show now" Fans upset like I'm a no-show Wow But I ain't do it on purpose Behind the fame I'm a regular person But I feel worthless The gift and curse is If I f**k up my voice then it ain't worth it But I gotta give them what they purchase If I'm the disciple, then what they worship Is Hip-Hop, not just a couple of verses But Doc hold up, I'm just touching the surface (Bridge) I mean damn, Doc? I can't take this no more man? I'm cracking under pressure? It's a little too much for me man? My minds going crazy right now? Check it out? (Verse III) Doctor Doctor, I'm losing my mind quick Ain't been shot but it feels like I'm hit Who would have thought after all I did And all I gained I would call it quits 5' 9" but I'm tall as shit The sky is the limit Then watch how tall I get This is what other niggas would call dreams For me this is life meaning it was foreseen So why am I complaining God bless me man I'm an angel in training I'd a came in the game with a dash like Damon Predicted the rain, man Just like Rain Man Down in the sun on the island of Cayman While you and your main man Still on the mainland Even real niggas know what I'm sayin Ya shit change but I ain't changing for nobody (Bridge) I mean God-damn, Doc? I been coming to you for the last three years? And you ain't say shit? It seems like I talk my way out of my own problems? And see you getting paid all this money? (Outro) I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? We going to the next one now? |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
I Did You Wrong Lyrics
I did you wrong, I admit I did I did you wrong, I admit I did But I, I'm facing the rest of my life alone I did you-I did you wrong-wrong Ohh wrong-wrong I did you wrong-wrong Ohh wrong-wrong (I know) I did, I did you wrong-wrong (Mims) Ohh wrong-wrong (Push Play) But I-I-I- (There's some shit I gotta get off my chest Shame on me, listen, how we gonna do this y'all) I hit it once right after I dissed her Then after that tried rap to a sister Same day, I had her ass in the bed y'all Same day and she giving me head y'all I don't lie, I'm a player for real I learn the game, so I'm playing the field I tell the truth, I don't fill her with lies They feel on my hair, I feel on thier thighs It's a tradeoff baby, it ain't a surprise You call me a 4, she call me a 5 That's 30 to skeet, and 30 to slide And according to me it's plenty of time, so I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (1:) I did you, I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I did you, I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I, I, I did you wrong (But I aint' done yet, listen) I know this dame by the name of Susie Always in my ear like she ain't no groupie She like, 'We don't gotta rush tonight We can talk a lil' bit and watch a lil movie' I'm like 'Baby, I ain't K-Ci or JoJo' I'm trying to see where this bottle of Hypno' go I'm tyring to take this to the mo' and slide You show a lil' thigh, I show a lil' mojo I admit, I had to hit her with game But as soon as I hit it, I SPLIT! Now she sitting back mad, throwing dirt on my name Upset like 'He ain't shit' I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (Repeat 1) It was Keisha, Pam, Tina and Stace Mary, Kay, Elena and Faith Sheena from 8th, Talia, Tamia Shia, Tia, Juanita, Rasheeda Beth, Tisha, Ruby, Judy Oh, f**k her, she never gave me no booty I kicked her out, sent her back to her crib 'cause she was running her mouth about me eating her coochie Let's not forget about Michelle She tried to max out my cards like Blue Cantrell Some 'Hit 'Em Up Styles' shit She was my down bitch Until she heard I was f**king some out of town bitch I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (Repeat 1 to fade) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Music is my savior, when i was young, where I'm from people didn't get out, people just sat on the corners hustling for years, no sense of hope, just an addiction to survive off other peoples addictions, so i made music mine, him right there, he ran the spot, you couldn't make no money without seeing him, and them right there, well, they work for him, you see a lot of faces just come through and just disappear , not because they move up, mostly because they either dead or in jail, music saved my life, it kept me inside, it brought me home early, it kept me in the right place at the right time, so i dedicate this album to music, music is my savior...LETS DO THIS!
Ever since my birth they thought i was cursed been through the worst but i found a road, not knowing that eventually they would mention me as the next hot thing to blow, not only that, I'm coming from a place where they literally expect mc's to pop, they say New York got buried in the game so i guess I'm tha nigga to bring it back on top, yes sir this is the year no looking back lets make it clear, I'm on the map, wanna know where the futures at? well your looking at him right here, first place please slide to the rear as i make my way up, one-six-four to the bill boat, in the end gotta make em pay up, now pay us, switch and owe us some familiar now you know us, so on top of the chain see your ceilings is a flow us and we building even more now the futures looking pretty, so in love with the game the futures looking pretty so in love with the game I'm about to build a city and call it hip hop, ain't no stopping it its the brand new metropolis, we set the trends crystal started acting up now the world start poppin' cris' we bought bands in the picture mention phantom on the track, drove they sales up and witnessed the intensity of rap, its a wrap! |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Intro)
It's alright? Woah, let me tell you now? (Verse I) I came to blow a grip You know I don't care Grab a couple stacks Throw the money in the air Drive the black car Open up the bar Shut the club down Leave with a couple broads You're f***ing with a star You can see the glow I'm pushing 40 stacks for a 10 minute show Nigga do the math I'ma need a bath Cause I'm filthy rich Making money out the ass My little cousin told me this is my year I won't stop till a nigga shuttin down Times Square Yeah, I do this for the block no lies So I can drop the top on the 645 See until you're on top niggas don't show respect But my name MIMS aka Cut The Check I used to play the bench But now I'm on deck When I'm hopping off the jet Nigga's face look upset But I'm quick to tell them.. (Chorus) It's alright Woahhh?. I'm so quick to tell them It's alright Woahhh?. (Verse II) Now you know the shit popping when the chick you just met Got your name tattooed on her ass and her neck All the ladies love me I'm their favorite MC Nigga true definition P.I.M.P. There ain't a place I ain't seen E' ry strip, e' ry scene Like my nigga B.I.G said "It was all a dream!" Now I'm sitting in the Beam Inside money green Nigga all about the cash You can tell how I lean Keep your eyes on the Beam Like I told you in the Hot song It's all about the cake, Being broke ain't a option Haters in the hood with the heat tryin' to pop strong Im'a quick grip when they see me with the rock song But nigga I'm MIMs AKA Cut The Check See I keep it so hot but I never bust a sweat I used to play the bench But now I'm on deck When I'm hopping off the jet Nigga's face look upset But I'm quick to tell them.. (Chorus) (Verse III) Im the freshest motherf***er on the scene A grand on the jeans Sittin on some ice creams I represent New York Big city of dreams Where we ride on 10's But you know we keep it clean See I lay my game down Flip a few styles 10 times out of 10 You gon' like the way it sounds You know I get it in And if you don't like it it's fine So get yours Cause Im'a definitely get mine (Chorus) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
I Wanna Be A Little Bit More Like, Like Laid Back
See, Y'all Do Is Cool But Me Homie, I'm Calmer Like What Surround Her Neck? I Charmed Her Me I Milked The Cow, I'm A Farmer Her Guards Up But I Removed The Armor You Just Seem To Be The Part Of The Problem Introducin' Me, The Solution I Rocked It Just Like I'm From Houston No, Not The Ball Playa, More Like The Mall Playa Soon As I Touch Down, I Shut Down The Store Playa Look, I'm Already On Playa See, I'm Like The Stars In The Sky Early Morn' Playa So Just Listen To The Song So We Could End All Back And Forth Like Ping Pong She Is My Queen That Makes Me King Kong I'm The Leader Of The Jungle Dog Ain't Nothin' Left To Say But, Hey I'm The Bong Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Lets Just Say That We Slid Off Gallardo Spider So We Can Take The Lid Off She Just Made That Jump Like Cris Cross Right In The Passenger Side You **** Off Ain't My Fault I Just Handle My Biz You Can't Handle Your Wiz, So It Is What It's Gonna Be? I'm In The Sun Sittin' Under Palm Trees Lookin' Life Big I Won't Hate, I'll Just Tell Her How It Is If I Show You How I Live, You Would Think I Was Hidin' And Mic Is My Trident, I'm Poseidon And She Is My Afro Deity, Stop Lyin' You Not As Fly As I'm And Some Say I'm The Flyest Plane On The Runway Some Day I Would Be The One Day Called King And Till That Time Your Girlfriend Can Call Me Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc I Didn't Come Here To Brag No Amount Of Money Could Match With My Swag You Know I Got Wrapped In The Bag Livin' In The Past And I'm The Future Do, All Washed Up Like The Guadalupe Your Own Home Team Won't Root For You And That's 'coz They Look For Me So Truthfully As Truly Yours Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc She's All Meant To Me Like The Wrist And The Bracelet And I Ain't Need No One Of She, She's Beggin' Me To Chase It So Don't Be Mad At Me 'coz I'm Your Girlfriends Favorite Mc |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Where I Belong
(Verse 1) (Where I belong) Is in a place with no racial barriers And we all ride high in chariots Where love means love When we all have the finer things So we don't gotta buy you diamond rings just to marry us Instead I'm where they livin for bling And people manage to sing over the material things Where hip hop...it's no longer just a lyrical thing Tell me God where did I go wrong? This ain't (where I belong) It's in a place where bad souls never get in Instead I'm in hell's kitchen It's sickenin...to my stomach I'm runnin 100 mile but still can't escape from it I pray you show me the light It's only right These lonely nights I call on my momma to hold me tight Show me right from wrong This road I'm on, I passed my turn But please, don't allow me to crash and burn Just give me a chance...watch how fast I learn (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x2) (Verse 2) Is somewhere, in someone's memory Where we're all friends, and ain't no enemies And there ain't no one minute you're wrong, next minute you're gone So I hope that, by the end of this song, I am (where I belong) Where fathers don't leave when you're born And every page in the book ain't torn And everyday that you lookin, they gone And you wishin they came You see I know I aint from here I'm wishin I had remain (where I belong) No followers, no leaders No burners and heaters No dimes, no divas...it's pure No...cancer AIDS, God leave us a cure No more violence, no need for police to appear No schools to drop out No snitches to cop out No drugs to sell, meanin no fiends to knock out I'm talkin a perfect place where we all get along That's why I know that this ain't the place (where I belong) (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x2) (Verse 3) Is in a place where women don't trade money for sex So cops harass you in front of your steps Where...taxes don't equal a half your check Where people give respect in order to have respect (No gold diggers) tryna figure how much cash I get (No speed limits) so it wont matter how fast I went (Take the time to think) no decisions is ? ? shit No alcohol so drunk niggaz wont crash their whips (Where I belong) The same place where Big and Pac's at The same place they buried hip hop at...right there Me and my mom reunite there Then it's off through the, pearly gates to sit down in that white chair Ray Charles, Marvyn Gaye...Barry White did Carry Mims Senior, Joanne ? right there I dont need money, all I need is a mic there I can see it so clear, I be there in the light yeah (Chorus) I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky Cuz I'm stuck in this life until I die Lord stop me from being crucified As soon as I (Where I belong) (x4) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Woman:]
Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 1: Mims] Yes it's me The underestimated MC So, ill with the flow I need a M.D. Somebody call a doctor I make 'em all sick when I hop out the phantom of the opera Oppo-site to what I call a failure I am the reasons y'all can't look in the mirrors But don't worry I see shit a lil' clearer Go ahead and act funny but you ain't stackin' money And therefore we ain't here for the best Matta fact, homey I can't hear y'all I'm deaf I spit it in sign language, mob language Keep me around bread like a sandwich Dammit The plane done landed The plan unveiled Now, gimme some space, I'm outta this world Some niggas say they just tryna get a nut That may be true, but, I'm a very big squirrel Y'all niggas get in some shit and just bail I'm at the precinct like fuck it it's just bail Me, I'm a very big deal with some very big work on a very big scale [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 2:] I heard it was, squeeze first ask questions So which one of y'all is the next to ask? Be the same one of y'all, up next to blast I suggest you raise up, like Exxon gas You bullshittin', I'm talkin' what I could do Mims is hotter than some cooked food I'm a good dude, so usually I chill But if you look close enough, you can see my steel Yes, I'm concealed Yes, I'm the shit You think his paper long, you should see my deal I'm Microsoft Mims, I rock wit' Bill Gates First week, shipped a mill out the gate And I ain't tryna brag, I just set the record straight My shit push 4, I'm just tryna move 8 You tryna catch up with me, ya too late All you do is lose weight IIIIII move weight Driiiiive through states Push [?] like every day was a Tuesday Wow, that's real Y'all, iced grill I'm laughin' on my way to the bank wit' a nice meal [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow [Verse 3: Mims] I'm a Range Rove rapper Plain-clothes rappers Need to stop actin' like the thang won't clap ya I am not a killer, nor do I defend 'em I don't swing at dudes, I am not a pendulum I don't write laws or rules, nigga I bend 'em I don't start careers when I beef, nigga I end 'em You don't want it with me, I can see clearly You match up with I? Please, barely Dog, I'm nearly as high as it gets I get weary in the sky when I fly like this I'm so high, it's gettin' kinda hard to top it So imagine when the album drop, I'ma make y'all [Chorus: Woman] Cop it Object Put it in the pot Then rock it Put it out Look how I profit Haters tryna knock it But I won't stop Cuz they know I'm about to blow |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Ugh Ugh Ugh
(Chorus:) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Verse:) Now Some Like Whips And Some Like Chains But Her She Got A Thing For That Big Black Train Not Just A Metaphor To How Im Ridin On Tracks From Up North To Down South Wit Niggas Ridin In Lack's Since I Dropped I Got The Whole World Ridin Ma Back To Much Chit Chat Is He Back Pack Or Is He Gimmicky Lyricaly Hes Sick He Know The Ring Of Remedys Jealousy Breathes Envy Got Alot Of Enemys Shorties I Probly Wife I Keep Alot Of Those Too Bitches All In My Pockets I Know Alot Of Hoes Too Ill Yellin All Aboard They Takin Off They Clothes Too You Tryna Figure Why And I Already Told You Most Chicks Is Infatuaed With All My Vocals Niggas Hate In The Hood Cus Im No Longer Local All Around The World Got Ladies Screamin Ma Name And For What They Lookin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Chorus:) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train (Verse:) I Aint Got Spinners Im A Winner By Nature I Cant Stand A Broad Thas Just Into Ma Paper You Find Me In The Club Sippin Henny No Chaser If I Dont Hit It Now I Bet Im Hittin That Lata See When I Swing Thru The Bling I Bring Thru Brightin Up The Room Turnin Everything Blue And Everything New Is Everything New Cant Choose To And Everything You Aint Used To Now Have You Eva Seen A Nigga Lay His Game Down Hop Off The Leer Jet Come Thru And Bring The Train Round Im Just Playin With The Game See Its A Shame Now They Say Im Cocky Since Industry Know My Name Now But Now Its Back On Board See Off To My Train We Go Check A Id Make Sure That This Thing Legal She Gave Me Head Crack And I Aint Talkin Bout Cee-Lo I Hit Her Same Day Man Thats Word On Ma People (Chorus: x2) Shortie Wanna Ride Dont Worry Bout A Car Cus U Can Take A Ride On My Big Black Train Ill Scoop You Up Wherever That You Are From Under Your Mans Arm Hes Just That Lame And We Gon Be Rollin Rollin Choo Choo Chooin Ny Atl La Houston Now All The Lil Shorties Like He Got Game They Beggin For A Ride On My Big Black Train Ride On Ma Big Black Train Big Black Train They Beggin For A Ride On Ma... They Beggin For A Ride On Ma Big Black Train |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(feat. Bun B, Bad Seed)
[screwed up:] They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby [Chorus:] They don't wanna play They don't wanna play They don't they don't they don't wanna play They don't wanna play they talkin big baby They don't wanna play They don't wanna play They don't wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way [Verse 1:] Say u a killa killa Say u bout that skrilla skrilla Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head U gone make me kill this nigga U claimin yo flow is sick? Yea well mine is illa illa Catch me in that dirty dirty Feed up in that villa villa So live I'm the 05 thrilla in manilla Come thru with the triple village Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin Nigga I'm about my bread!!!! My flow is yo ceilin ceilin Nigga pop off Finna get popped my word is booooorn Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go it's ooooon Ain't affraid wut u niggas got to offa Got killas in the mit that'll off ya Yawl niggas ain't on the same level Pull up pull off in the vocsha One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back I lost ya I ain't a killa main But I will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter You meet me by the creek by the crawler I'm the on sippin weight cruch the balla You niggas is hustlin backwards (they talkin big baby) [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I tried to told em not to act up But he didnt listen Now his colla bone and rib cage Out of position I'ma big dude Trapped in a lil nigga body nigga I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party He ain't see shit all he seen is a shottie Next he seen jesus Pick up the putisis I'm the shit mattafact in shiesest Don't make me show u wut a beast is Nigga get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day U know wut time it is and I ain't flava flave But ima new york nigga spittin razor blades Ill leave u hurt like u label paid U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today So get the fuck up out of trill niggas way Man I will lean u like a kick stand Rock u like a wristband Cut chu then I switch hands (they they talkin big baby) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Now all u pussy niggas Fuck boys snitches and hoes Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does Represent for pop trunkers Wit the trues and the voes Chunkin deuces out the roof fuckin up the side shows From the pros to begginners L 7's to the winners Southern course steakas To the chicken dinnas And grind all the binnas And need to get it out Find a tight trap And then I said it out Bet cha bout them dolla On the best cause I'm back I'm the true and certified who resieded pimpin back Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh Young jeezy the snow man But I pack is the best So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away Joey is back and we been waitin to play Trigga finga waitin to spray Leavin ya punchured And u ont wanna see any trill niggas at a conjuction (they talkin big baby) [chorus] |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Uh, You know what it is what it is
When we do what we do Uh, Yea Look If good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top 10 download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Palm on your ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherfucker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case of the dom Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Tell me how low will a bad girl go
She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top ring download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Calm on you ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherf**ker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case till the dawn Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Chorus)
Letoya Luckett Nothin's been right Since you walked Out my life So please come back Cause I can't eat I can't sleep And I can't go on (no) Just can't go on without you Mims Gotta do what I gotta (yeah) Ya see I been around the globe but no I'm not a trotter I'm just a fiend for the green for them dollas So baby I don't mean what I mean when I holla (sorry) At them models blame it on the bottles but The truth is I ain't in no exclusives (nope) The hoes love it when they see a coupe roofless That's why I'm always on that new shit (yeah) Cause when I dropped it hoes dropped it At the hotel is when we got the clothes droppin' (the game) They kept callin' me but no stoppin' I'm on the road doin shows and you can go shoppin' Now you lonely, moved on me In the hood word is you gotta new homie But I ain't mad, do u homie, cause for me it's mic check 1,2 homie (let's go) (Chorus) Mims I'm on a plane on the way out, London U.K. Shorty at home cryin' out won't you stay Can't stand the fact I'll be back in two days On top of all that I attract the groupies So she sick till her tummy hurts Honey dip don't understand how money works She said I work too hard with no play She don't know that I'm out there where them hoes stay Or in the back of that club all in that rosey rippin' that bar up End of the night I'm a alcoholic I'm all up in the ward off Astoria In the suite with Miranda and Carly Yeah weekend love is all that I can offer (I'm sorry) So when I get home I'm more like a foreigner I'm in and out from N.Y to Florida L.A to T.X. then south of the border (Chorus) Mims Baby girl, baby baby girl As soon as I'm back I take you around the world I know it's whack I put ya life through hell Try to compromise because things were stale This is real to the death of me But you stuck around when there was nothing left of me You was there for me Plus you cared for me So forever you will always get respect from me (let's go) Letoya Luckett Baby your love means so much to me With you is where I always wanna be (Lovin you makes my life complete) You make my life complete (Chorus) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
Hold up
Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly, I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm I come through spot Stun is on the eyes Fitted to the side 20's on the ride Some say I'm fly They say I'm the best Catch me in the sky with the S on my chest Chicks call me superman Super duper lover Just in case it rain Keep the coup ville for covers Unless it rain dollars They your talking money Bein broke ain't a joke Bein rich must be funny And me I'm tryin ta laugh Count a lil cash Walk in, walk out, grab shorty with the ass Take her back to my pad But no not the crib I mean the helicopter Let me show you how I live See I can take you high Spend a little dough Shut them all down Take you out them plain clothes Baby I can make you fly Do it in the day So tell me if you down Baby what you got to say She said hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Now tell me what ya like Cause I can make it life Them otha niggas did it wrong See I can make it right Had ya neck filled with ice Juicy Couture velour jumpsuit Princess for the night Keep ya draped in the best Blue marine dress They call me Mr. Fly I keep the S on my chest See I move faster than a bullet So I can hold ya down I could jump big buildings in a single bound That's why they call me superman Super duper lover Imagine what the boy Mims do beneath the covers I ain't 702 But you complete my stillo Look up in the sky Got you flyin in the G4 See we fly and better yet we soar And it's lonely at the top But the bottom is so boing Bottom of the pot All niggers in sole order whenever they see me like The people wind up on me like Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Hold up Wait Look up in the sky It's a bird It's a plane No it's me Cuz I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm Call me superman super superman Hold up Wait Look up in the sky Call me superman super superman Call me Mr. Fly I keep the S on my chest Call me superman super superman Hold up Wait Look up in the sky Call me superman super superman No no no it's me Cuz I'm fly, I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly I'm |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
(Intro)
Oh man, I'm f**ked up man, I think I need to see a psychiatrist My mind's playin' tricks on me man (Verse I) I said Doctor Doctor, won't you help me So many sick thoughts see my mind ain't healthy Mad at the fact that I ain't wealthy So I sell drugs, ain't shit you can tell me When he got 10 cars And I got no car Waiting at the bus stop, I can't go far You ain't poor You don't know what it is like To be in my shoes man And see what I live like Now how could you live life 20 plus years old caught in a mid-life crisis F**k who's the nicest It's about copping them new devices Italian Ices Gougin' Prices When you on top you should see how life is So unrighteous But it feels so good Mad at me like he ain't no good But it feels so good (Bridge) I mean? I mean damn, Doc? Shit is going real good for me? I got a lot of fame now? But I don't think I can take it man? Check it out? (Verse II) I said Doctor Doctor, I need help now Ain't slept in years so I see a meltdown Either that or a permanent breakdown Cause my height man ain't learning the breakdown I'm on tone now My voice is toned down Moving too fast but I can't slow down Doc said "To Rest, time to cancel the show now" Fans upset like I'm a no-show Wow But I ain't do it on purpose Behind the fame I'm a regular person But I feel worthless The gift and curse is If I f**k up my voice then it ain't worth it But I gotta give them what they purchase If I'm the disciple, then what they worship Is Hip-Hop, not just a couple of verses But Doc hold up, I'm just touching the surface (Bridge) I mean damn, Doc? I can't take this no more man? I'm cracking under pressure? It's a little too much for me man? My minds going crazy right now? Check it out? (Verse III) Doctor Doctor, I'm losing my mind quick Ain't been shot but it feels like I'm hit Who would have thought after all I did And all I gained I would call it quits 5' 9" but I'm tall as shit The sky is the limit Then watch how tall I get This is what other niggas would call dreams For me this is life meaning it was foreseen So why am I complaining God bless me man I'm an angel in training I'd a came in the game with a dash like Damon Predicted the rain, man Just like Rain Man Down in the sun on the island of Cayman While you and your main man Still on the mainland Even real niggas know what I'm sayin Ya shit change but I ain't changing for nobody (Bridge) I mean God-damn, Doc? I been coming to you for the last three years? And you ain't say shit? It seems like I talk my way out of my own problems? And see you getting paid all this money? (Outro) I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? I'm crazy man, I'm crazy? We going to the next one now? |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
I Did You Wrong Lyrics
I did you wrong, I admit I did I did you wrong, I admit I did But I, I'm facing the rest of my life alone I did you-I did you wrong-wrong Ohh wrong-wrong I did you wrong-wrong Ohh wrong-wrong (I know) I did, I did you wrong-wrong (Mims) Ohh wrong-wrong (Push Play) But I-I-I- (There's some shit I gotta get off my chest Shame on me, listen, how we gonna do this y'all) I hit it once right after I dissed her Then after that tried rap to a sister Same day, I had her ass in the bed y'all Same day and she giving me head y'all I don't lie, I'm a player for real I learn the game, so I'm playing the field I tell the truth, I don't fill her with lies They feel on my hair, I feel on thier thighs It's a tradeoff baby, it ain't a surprise You call me a 4, she call me a 5 That's 30 to skeet, and 30 to slide And according to me it's plenty of time, so I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (1:) I did you, I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I did you, I did you wrong-wrong (I know I did you wrong) Ohh wrong-wrong (That's why I wrote this song) I, I, I did you wrong (But I aint' done yet, listen) I know this dame by the name of Susie Always in my ear like she ain't no groupie She like, 'We don't gotta rush tonight We can talk a lil' bit and watch a lil movie' I'm like 'Baby, I ain't K-Ci or JoJo' I'm trying to see where this bottle of Hypno' go I'm tyring to take this to the mo' and slide You show a lil' thigh, I show a lil' mojo I admit, I had to hit her with game But as soon as I hit it, I SPLIT! Now she sitting back mad, throwing dirt on my name Upset like 'He ain't shit' I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (Repeat 1) It was Keisha, Pam, Tina and Stace Mary, Kay, Elena and Faith Sheena from 8th, Talia, Tamia Shia, Tia, Juanita, Rasheeda Beth, Tisha, Ruby, Judy Oh, f**k her, she never gave me no booty I kicked her out, sent her back to her crib 'cause she was running her mouth about me eating her coochie Let's not forget about Michelle She tried to max out my cards like Blue Cantrell Some 'Hit 'Em Up Styles' shit She was my down bitch Until she heard I was f**king some out of town bitch I don't know what you tripping for We done went through this shit before A few women ain't going to like this song So I apologize now 'cause (Repeat 1 to fade) |
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from Mims - Music Is My Savior (2007)
[Chorus: Mims] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 1:] This is why I`m hot, I don`t gotta rap I could sell a mil. sayin` nothing on the track I represent New York, I got it on my back, And they say that we lost it, so Imma bring it back. I love the Dirty Dirty, cuz niggas show me love The ladies start to bouncin` as soon as I hit the club. But in the Midwest, they love to take it slow, So when I hit that shit, I watch em (get it on the flo`) And if you need it hyphy, I`ll take it to the Bay, `Frisco to Sac-Town, they do it everyday. Compton to Hollywood, soon as I hit hear that lay, I`m in the low-low, I do it the Cali way. And when I hit the Chi`, people tell me that I`m fly. They like the way I dress, they like my attire. They know how I move crowds from side-to-side, They ask me how I do it, and simply I reply: [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [Verse 2:] This is why I`m hot, catch me on the block, Every other day, another bitch, another drop, 16 bars, 24 a pop, 44 a song, nigga gimme what chu got. I`m into drivein cars, crush up off the lot , Im into shuttin stars down, just so I could shop. If you need a bird, I could get it chopped, Tell me what chu need, you know I get em by the flock. I call my homie Black, meet me on the Avvve. If I hit Wash. Heights with the money in the bag. We into big spendin`, you see my pimpin` never drag, Find me with different women that you niggas never had. For those who say they know me, know I`m focused on my cree Playa you come between, you better focus on the beam. I keep it so mean, the way you seen me lean, And when I say Im hot, my nigga this is what I mean [chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (M.I.M.S.!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot. [verse 3:] This is why im hot, shorty see the drop Asked me what I paid, and I say yeah, I paid a guap. And then I hit the switch, that take away the top, So chicks around the way, they call me Creame of the Crop. They hop in the car, I tell em ?ll aboard? We hit the studio, they say they like how I record. I gave em Black Train and I Did You Wrong, So everytime I see them, they tell me that`s their song. They say im reborn, They love the way the charm, Hangin from the neck, and compliments the arm, Which compliments the ear, then comes the gear, So when I hit the room, the shorties stop `n stare. Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face, But little dude, they know, I keep them thangs by waist Son I reply, nobody got to die, Similar to Lil` Weez cuz I got the fire. [Chorus:] This is why Im hot This is why Im hot This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot [x2] I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not, This is why (this is why) This is why Im hot I`m hot cuz im fly, You hate cuz you not (MIMS!) This is why (this is why) This is why I`m hot.
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from Mims - Like This [single] (2007)
Uh, You know what it is what it is
When we do what we do Uh, Yea Look If good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top 10 download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Palm on your ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherfucker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case of the dom Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Like This [single] (2007)
Uh, You know what it is what it is
When we do what we do Uh, Yea Look If good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top 10 download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Palm on your ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherfucker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case of the dom Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Mims - Like This [single] (2007)
Uh, You know what it is what it is
When we do what we do Uh, Yea Look If good girls get down on the floor Tell me how low will a bad girl go She probably pick it up drop it down real slow Look at that she's upside down on the pole That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky Let it come down slow watch it all fly Front to the back Then side to the side Can we head back to my crib for the night That's how it goes down All night long She whisper in my ear says she loves my song This is Why I'm Hot, she got it on her phone Top 10 download number one ring tone I'm in my zone Tell me what's good, what it be Can't say I'm whatcha want I got whatcha need All night, it's alright We can dance, but ya gotta keep it up a lil somethin' Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Girl tell me if you want it like this If you want to you can back it up You say you like it rough won't you let me smack it up Palm on your ass that's if you let me touch I don't care 'bout your breast You can be an A cup I know what I like And baby that's below the waist I'm a baller baby I'll hold us safe I got about ten lawyers to blow the case So we don't gotta worry 'bout those who hate I'm like the 2007 nino Dropped a few G's Imma shape like Gino Homey don't act like you know what I mean Oh see I'm the freshest motherfucker on the screen oh Back of the club All night long Grand Monea pop a case of the dom Shortie says she love it when I let her call me Sean So if you really down baby we can get it on Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This Now break it down Gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Say wha Gimme that all of that break it down Girl shake it up now drop it to the ground Girl you're way too hot Go a little lower Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa Yeah that's what I said Shortie go 'head Show me whatcha got Here's a little more bread You know how I shine A hundred on the wrist If you like what you see Then ya gotta keep it up a lil something Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Baby do you want it Like this, Like This, Like This, Like This Like this, Like This, Like This |
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from Letoya 2집 - Lady Love (2009)
Love Rollercoaster
(feat. Mims) [Mims:] Dealin with me is like a ride, a-a-a-ride But when the ride is movin, keep your hands inside At first I take you low then I can take you high Take you twice around the world, baby I make you fly Make you fly, keep you laced, Christian Louboutin This rollercoaster ride, she wanna do it again But she can't cause she know I'm in love with the dough Plus the ride that she's on is too emotional I'm too stuck in my ways for us to play how we play At first you beggin to leave, then you beggin to stay Same shit, different day, I'm like please, s'il vous plait You can leave if you hate but then I hear you say [LeToya:] I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again [Mims:] I never said it would be easy, peep the nigga you dealin with I be on my million shit, she be on that illin shit Whether club or studio, she wanna know who I'm chillin with Ridin on that rollercoaster, none of us is feelin it The notion got me feelin sick, I don't wanna lose this Money or relationship, please don't let me choose this She's on a constant mood switch, but I say there's no right or wrong She swears that she's right, I'm wrong She's always trying to prove shit I be on that cool shit, she be on that bullshit She says that I love her but don't love her like my music Why do you think I do this, to keep you in that new shit Keep your hands inside of the ride when it's moving [LeToya:] I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again This feeling that I'm going through You got me caught up and I'm so confused And everything I thought that we had was true But now I'm seeing a whole different side of you You got me going up and down and around and round I'm going up and down and around and round Going up and down and round and round, and round and round we go I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again I'm so tired of playing love rollercoaster with you Cause my heart can't take this drama you be putting me through It goes up and down, round and round Round and round, over and over again Over and over again Over and over again Over and over again |
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