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Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall, Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall (Yungstar) Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me, since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me, don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids, we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed not cappin just a reala still making playa choices, show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices, Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds, smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires, makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze Hopped up huggin Lo's, with mansion floors and starchy clothes. chorus 2X (Lil' Flex) Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil Mashin 90 on the feeder with a dark senorita and some long haired Italian, piece and chain medalion, my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon, i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold, I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek, Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast on da Plane sip da drank eat'n scrambled eggs and toast Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand watch us spin heads with my cranberry red remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds double stretch limosuine twanky inch bezentine. i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream, Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases in this game on a mission Blainted up expedition, you ain't gotta be all in my face I blind you hoes from a distance, chandeliers in my den, blowin' smoke in the wind you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz. chorus 2x |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (1999)
(Lil' Flex) I'ma bring spice to your life brang heat to your summer Indo beaches in my crib glass bullet proof hummer I'm shakin off all these leaches Leave these ghetto girls speechless Twin boppers by my side this strawberry thats peaches Candy drip on that leather Got my groove back with Stella Riding north to the moon light cause of the millenium jetter To much ice for us both cause I'm a south-western soldier I'm knocking singles off the shelves like my name Sammy Sosa Lord ways gotta get better way for met o show Pop me a meter and don't show until four A million ways to get paid Got my what versace shades got two g's for a hook And a z for a faid I'm the neighbor hood jimmy Slash heavy weight menace I don flip a flock a birds like a nation wide gymnist 24 hours maintaning doors tall like chambers Went to trial and judge judy hit me with open containers Cuz I'm everthing (Lil' James) Gon be everything I gots to get mine It takes time to shine thats my reason for rhymes On cloud 9 I'm fine tring to walk the thin line Put the past behind move forward and grind Ain't nothing change in my game bout me being Lil' James I can't settle for less I gots to be everything Blowing jane swangin and grain makin you hoes look strange Its a shame how they complain about me having thangs I want fortune not fame paid clothes and remains Cause if ain't about faces then it don't make sense I'm on the roll to success another complishment Acomodated resident my butler will brang refreshment Chit chat is inrelevent on facts so I'm tellin Moving swift house clever swangin glass on leather |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (1999)
(Chorus)
Grippin grain grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (them yung g's are so real) We roll thangs sweet reeling round ya corner (tell me whats the deal yeah yeah) We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (can you feel me ) We roll thangs sweet wheelin round ya corner (them yung g's are so real) Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane Living life well give me a call Blind the guard whats happening boys Fancy toys we bring the noise C-Nile flipping youngster star We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies cellulars 84's remote controls TV with the VCR Watching a flick school or click Drop another platinum hits Watching my weight get back and braid Got em all like halamade Millionaire rapstar billionaire with Jaguars Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they show bras I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid Dropping our weight chop a blade Blaze the hay got hoes for days Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the paper tags Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the roof Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the loot Now I can't sleep at night Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya Now there was playa plex with the Eastcoast But the Southside holding it down we grippin grain We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya I just wanna roll with you We grippin grain down south cause its time to get paid Big willie new come phillie money hopping on blades Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin better Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun Now im waving my one cause my job is done Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk Swinging wide bubble eyes banging screwed or funked They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected >From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz' Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking clean Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my ring Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the scene And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean (Chorus) They telling me its going down on the southside of town We grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya I just wan to roll with you And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin My ac blowin candy glowing all across the nation Drop my weight somebody hatin I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin grain just for fun Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one Playa would feeling good showin off you wish you could Diamonds up against the wood Does his thing near every hood Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut You looking real good keep showin up Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel Turn the channel now im watching Kirk Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac Still two corners round Mr. Crat Slangin gots a hun' showed sum yung And the niggas all got lil Barbara sprung Raise the wheels aint fuck with the real flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill (Chorus) |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (1999)
You can buy me diamonds
or lot's of ice you could buy me a benz and not ask the Price better yours than mine I won't take a dime But if it's comming out my pocket every thing is fine We can spend the cash And Ill let you flash I'm too playa for dat there So you can go ahead and pass I like shinning too even rhyming too I got other female friends just as fine as you I do things for you you do things for me I'm as real as real get's and it's plain to see But first time a front took you out to lunch spent 50 on your food you aint eat that much you better ask you friends I'll smash some twins I peep game from a distance like a contact lenz so let me swing your wheel in your red seville I put food on these tables you can pay these bills You triflinnnnn Hoodrat roaching Type of sistas Were T.Y.P Dem roaching hoes we always miss em' we ballas When times get hard We need a woman to help us out And never, A girl like you who don't know what a players about Chorus: Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot verse 2: hold up every thing was gravy Till you started talking about them dollars Trying to be another gangsta boo But, Uh Imma make you holla holla Like J-rule Imma act a fool can't get a dime from oweing me Better ask my partner That boy lil Marcus Can't get that F y b to the e That's J-five we struggling to strive Up in this thing for finner things breaking up all these plots and schemes can you put a bling bling up in my ring That's your best friend Im talking Baggets If you really wanna uh keep it real Baby I'll drop half on the bills But you need to chill and keep it real And that's 50/50 not 80/20 Tryin to stack my paper up real tall and long Talking down on my name like Jenny jones Blowing up my phone cause Im ridding on chrome better leave me alone And get lil daddy to pay your bills Cause you don't know nown playa wit my skills So you better chill and Keep it real Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot |
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Hook:
I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Yungstar) I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on my Impala, Don Paula on my rottweiller I-10 hauler, Twin Benz's is gonna follower Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncin' off the road, Straight Profit sold'em, I fitna' explode'em Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form Chain with the charm, can't forget Moet along I'm hopping out, I'm lookin good, diamonds against my wood Let it be understood, Southwest is my hood I'm pushing big body can't stop me For the millenium Straight Profit sells a million copies I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto' In a Y double O and my a.c. blowin' snow I'ma let me grass gleam, man I'm lookin clean Want remote control, big screens, and ice bezeltynes Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Slikk Breeze) I'ma Lafayette hauler I been a shot caller My Georgia Perion, better known as the hogger These boys talking down on these streets of H-Town Blowing killer smoke by the pine Hit em up, spit em up I-10 connect Laf. Texas, Straight Profit, putting boys on they back How you feel about that You better grab for your gat When you walking through yo crib I'm beatin yo girl from the back So body rock, body rock, body rock to dis Haters standing in my way they got Laf. Tex pissed Wooday, chop chop keep my hand on my glock Candy Red on my Benz time to put back the top I'ma crawl down slow puffing on the Optimo I'ma come down real on my tippy tippy toe Down the high way, the fly way I'ma come down cuz you know it's my way, my way Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Yungstar) I done got better, now let me move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, all the way to the millenium They used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older -- my Bentley got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Dre in Alabama, virtual reality Caravan Double doors and marble floors naked hoes around me Everytime I'm comin down, These niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond grill we in the wind Blaze in the Ben and I can't forget the den The boo went down to Rueben's I'm watchin on a movie Drop da top its cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot My last name Lemmon Drive with my title off the lot, David Taylor Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (1999)
Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall, Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall (Yungstar) Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me, since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me, don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids, we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed not cappin just a reala still making playa choices, show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices, Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds, smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires, makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze Hopped up huggin Lo's, with mansion floors and starchy clothes. chorus 2X (Lil' Flex) Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil Mashin 90 on the feeder with a dark senorita and some long haired Italian, piece and chain medalion, my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon, i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold, I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek, Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast on da Plane sip da drank eat'n scrambled eggs and toast Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand watch us spin heads with my cranberry red remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds double stretch limosuine twanky inch bezentine. i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream, Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases in this game on a mission Blainted up expedition, you ain't gotta be all in my face I blind you hoes from a distance, chandeliers in my den, blowin' smoke in the wind you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz. chorus 2x |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall, Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall (Yungstar) Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me, since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me, don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids, we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed not cappin just a reala still making playa choices, show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices, Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds, smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires, makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze Hopped up huggin Lo's, with mansion floors and starchy clothes. chorus 2X (Lil' Flex) Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil Mashin 90 on the feeder with a dark senorita and some long haired Italian, piece and chain medalion, my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon, i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold, I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek, Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast on da Plane sip da drank eat'n scrambled eggs and toast Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand watch us spin heads with my cranberry red remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds double stretch limosuine twanky inch bezentine. i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream, Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases in this game on a mission Blainted up expedition, you ain't gotta be all in my face I blind you hoes from a distance, chandeliers in my den, blowin' smoke in the wind you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz. chorus 2x |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
(Lil' Flex) I'ma bring spice to your life brang heat to your summer Indo beaches in my crib glass bullet proof hummer I'm shakin off all these leaches Leave these ghetto girls speechless Twin boppers by my side this strawberry thats peaches Candy drip on that leather Got my groove back with Stella Riding north to the moon light cause of the millenium jetter To much ice for us both cause I'm a south-western soldier I'm knocking singles off the shelves like my name Sammy Sosa Lord ways gotta get better way for met o show Pop me a meter and don't show until four A million ways to get paid Got my what versace shades got two g's for a hook And a z for a faid I'm the neighbor hood jimmy Slash heavy weight menace I don flip a flock a birds like a nation wide gymnist 24 hours maintaning doors tall like chambers Went to trial and judge judy hit me with open containers Cuz I'm everthing (Lil' James) Gon be everything I gots to get mine It takes time to shine thats my reason for rhymes On cloud 9 I'm fine tring to walk the thin line Put the past behind move forward and grind Ain't nothing change in my game bout me being Lil' James I can't settle for less I gots to be everything Blowing jane swangin and grain makin you hoes look strange Its a shame how they complain about me having thangs I want fortune not fame paid clothes and remains Cause if ain't about faces then it don't make sense I'm on the roll to success another complishment Acomodated resident my butler will brang refreshment Chit chat is inrelevent on facts so I'm tellin Moving swift house clever swangin glass on leather |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
(Chorus)
Grippin grain grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (them yung g's are so real) We roll thangs sweet reeling round ya corner (tell me whats the deal yeah yeah) We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (can you feel me ) We roll thangs sweet wheelin round ya corner (them yung g's are so real) Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane Living life well give me a call Blind the guard whats happening boys Fancy toys we bring the noise C-Nile flipping youngster star We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies cellulars 84's remote controls TV with the VCR Watching a flick school or click Drop another platinum hits Watching my weight get back and braid Got em all like halamade Millionaire rapstar billionaire with Jaguars Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they show bras I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid Dropping our weight chop a blade Blaze the hay got hoes for days Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the paper tags Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the roof Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the loot Now I can't sleep at night Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya Now there was playa plex with the Eastcoast But the Southside holding it down we grippin grain We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya I just wanna roll with you We grippin grain down south cause its time to get paid Big willie new come phillie money hopping on blades Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin better Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun Now im waving my one cause my job is done Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk Swinging wide bubble eyes banging screwed or funked They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected >From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz' Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking clean Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my ring Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the scene And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean (Chorus) They telling me its going down on the southside of town We grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya I just wan to roll with you And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin My ac blowin candy glowing all across the nation Drop my weight somebody hatin I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin grain just for fun Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one Playa would feeling good showin off you wish you could Diamonds up against the wood Does his thing near every hood Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut You looking real good keep showin up Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel Turn the channel now im watching Kirk Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac Still two corners round Mr. Crat Slangin gots a hun' showed sum yung And the niggas all got lil Barbara sprung Raise the wheels aint fuck with the real flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill (Chorus) |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
You can buy me diamonds
or lot's of ice you could buy me a benz and not ask the Price better yours than mine I won't take a dime But if it's comming out my pocket every thing is fine We can spend the cash And Ill let you flash I'm too playa for dat there So you can go ahead and pass I like shinning too even rhyming too I got other female friends just as fine as you I do things for you you do things for me I'm as real as real get's and it's plain to see But first time a front took you out to lunch spent 50 on your food you aint eat that much you better ask you friends I'll smash some twins I peep game from a distance like a contact lenz so let me swing your wheel in your red seville I put food on these tables you can pay these bills You triflinnnnn Hoodrat roaching Type of sistas Were T.Y.P Dem roaching hoes we always miss em' we ballas When times get hard We need a woman to help us out And never, A girl like you who don't know what a players about Chorus: Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot verse 2: hold up every thing was gravy Till you started talking about them dollars Trying to be another gangsta boo But, Uh Imma make you holla holla Like J-rule Imma act a fool can't get a dime from oweing me Better ask my partner That boy lil Marcus Can't get that F y b to the e That's J-five we struggling to strive Up in this thing for finner things breaking up all these plots and schemes can you put a bling bling up in my ring That's your best friend Im talking Baggets If you really wanna uh keep it real Baby I'll drop half on the bills But you need to chill and keep it real And that's 50/50 not 80/20 Tryin to stack my paper up real tall and long Talking down on my name like Jenny jones Blowing up my phone cause Im ridding on chrome better leave me alone And get lil daddy to pay your bills Cause you don't know nown playa wit my skills So you better chill and Keep it real Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot Can you pay my cell phone bill Put Baggets in my grill Buy a house on a hill Then maybe we can chill if you can't come through then you gone get the boot |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
Hook:
I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Yungstar) I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on my Impala, Don Paula on my rottweiller I-10 hauler, Twin Benz's is gonna follower Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed I'm bouncin' off the road, Straight Profit sold'em, I fitna' explode'em Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form Chain with the charm, can't forget Moet along I'm hopping out, I'm lookin good, diamonds against my wood Let it be understood, Southwest is my hood I'm pushing big body can't stop me For the millenium Straight Profit sells a million copies I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto' In a Y double O and my a.c. blowin' snow I'ma let me grass gleam, man I'm lookin clean Want remote control, big screens, and ice bezeltynes Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Slikk Breeze) I'ma Lafayette hauler I been a shot caller My Georgia Perion, better known as the hogger These boys talking down on these streets of H-Town Blowing killer smoke by the pine Hit em up, spit em up I-10 connect Laf. Texas, Straight Profit, putting boys on they back How you feel about that You better grab for your gat When you walking through yo crib I'm beatin yo girl from the back So body rock, body rock, body rock to dis Haters standing in my way they got Laf. Tex pissed Wooday, chop chop keep my hand on my glock Candy Red on my Benz time to put back the top I'ma crawl down slow puffing on the Optimo I'ma come down real on my tippy tippy toe Down the high way, the fly way I'ma come down cuz you know it's my way, my way Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC (Yungstar) I done got better, now let me move on Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone Broke in two chrome, all the way to the millenium They used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older -- my Bentley got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan Dre in Alabama, virtual reality Caravan Double doors and marble floors naked hoes around me Everytime I'm comin down, These niggaz they wanna sign me Got the Lil' Will diamond grill we in the wind Blaze in the Ben and I can't forget the den The boo went down to Rueben's I'm watchin on a movie Drop da top its cotton and you know I'm in a jacuzzi Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot My last name Lemmon Drive with my title off the lot, David Taylor Hook: I'm still a baller, and it's plain to see I'm still a baller, watch out for that TYP I'm still a baller, leanin' that I-10 East I'm still a baller, rolling in the 600 SEC |
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from Yungstar - Throwed Yung Playa (Clean Version) (2000)
Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall, Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall (Yungstar) Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don't stop me, since i've wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me, don't hate just wait for me to skate down ya street bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids, we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed not cappin just a reala still making playa choices, show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices, Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds, smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires, makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze Hopped up huggin Lo's, with mansion floors and starchy clothes. chorus 2X (Lil' Flex) Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil Mashin 90 on the feeder with a dark senorita and some long haired Italian, piece and chain medalion, my currency increasin, I'm droppin 50 on they gallon, i gots to come froze, but they all say I'm cold flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold, I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek, Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek Never brag never boast, fly'n coast to coast on da Plane sip da drank eat'n scrambled eggs and toast Chingale my padre,bought a Lexus for my madre We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand watch us spin heads with my cranberry red remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds double stretch limosuine twanky inch bezentine. i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream, Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases in this game on a mission Blainted up expedition, you ain't gotta be all in my face I blind you hoes from a distance, chandeliers in my den, blowin' smoke in the wind you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz. chorus 2x |
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from Z-Ro - Straight Profit (2011)
(*talking*)
Ha ha, 2000 and 1 Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don Getting off my chest, know I'm saying Cut these all the way off people, feel me Yeah, this how it go, fa sho (Z-Ro) Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God One time, gotta keep it real Got gold and diamonds in my grill I'm for real, doing it like a song Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck About the law, nigga fuck the FED I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head Family getting fed, me and my wife wed I'ma come down, I'm a Southiside vet (Hook: Bettye Sterling) Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside (Z-Ro) Like a drama bull, plus I got pull When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool Popping handle bars, popping a X I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game Said it one time, now everybody know my name Hollin' Ro, do another show Wanted me to swang down, on another 4 Charge twenty grand, for a show Plus, I want half of the do' In this rap game, to get all the do' I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though (Hook: Bettye Sterling) (Z-Ro) Hold up, cause we balling See us coming down looking good, and we crawling Ain't falling, I ain't stalling Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine All in they face, like a motherfucking moon A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton Sitting in the microphone booth, going off Working with the hard, working with the soft In the motherfucking game, stacking my change I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn On my motherfucking block, it go down I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying (Hook: Bettye Sterling - 3x) |
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