[Lil Wayne] GO Hey Lil Mama, I can transform ya, No, i can’t dance but I can dance on ya, Swizz on the beats, Chris move ya feet, and baby I can transform ya him to a me, I can change you life, make it so new, make you never want to go back to the old you, Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time, and she can transform like Optimus Prime,
[Chris Brown] Need a ride I can Range you up, money i can change you up, you can ride your own, no longer be the passenger, swag low I build you up, knees we can stand you up, red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck,
What you need, you can have that, my black card they won't decline that, see potential in ya, let me mould that, I can transform ya, I can transform ya,
I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya,
Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya,
[Ver 2] See me in the video you can have it really though, iced out everything, like an eskimo, wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go, Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louie V in Tokyo,
something like Pinnochio, if you lie down imma grow, wanna see me do it big, i can show you how it goes, take you from an amateur to being professional, (I can have you swag surfing)
[Chorus] What you need, you can have that, my black card they won’t decline that, see potential in ya, let me mould that, I can transform ya, I can transform ya,
I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya,
Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya,
[Lil Wayne] Ok, I can transform ya like a transformer, i can turn you from a human to a Carter, take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter, then take I home and put you on a charger, then (then) my cars transforms to a charter, and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of,
hehe, i take you to wherever its warmer, then i gotta rip off your dress like a warm up, hehe, but Im just getting warmed up, so tell your man he better get his voltron up,
i transform her to a Ducati then I transform me to a Bugatti, cos her form puts me in a trance, i transform smaller and she puts me in her pants, Swizz on the Beat, Chris move ya feet and we can transform a good girl to a freak,
[Chorus] I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything ya want, i can get it for ya, your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya,
Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), cars you got it (got it), money still got it (got it), I can transform ya, I can transform ya, Anything you want I can (i can) get it for ya
Money In The Bank 작곡:A. Adams,C. Wallace,C. Young,D. Angelettie,D. Styles,E. Barrier,G. Taylor,J. Phillips,K. Dean,K. Jeffries,K. Jones,L. Laurie,M. Bonds,R. Hargis,S. Combs,S. Jacobs,T. Etlinger,W. Griffin
She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking' round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl Now what ya'll wanna do do Wanna be ballers shot callers brawlers give me ur numba i beat she gon call ya Come on dawg she want u to spoil her Cristian Dior and them new Fendi bags Anything is good cause it's better than she had She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad Something 'bout uh uh I wanna ride in your jag Uh uh uh I wanna ride to your house I said 'easy chick I fly to my house' I live so far think I live down south Why don't you pull it out my pants and put it in yo mouth echoes She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl I see ya you got ya best shoes on Good dress on I mean you got your best on I'm sitting at the back drankin' viva glico The caroselito you know how we do before them models came you wasn't fkin with my niggas My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas They come and that paper is nothing for my niggas Don't you know we got that money in the money in the bank I repeat Don't you know we got that money in the bank You ain't getting none from me or my bank Better get you own g g get out my face face She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking round actin all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl It's started like soft and warm Don't get excited I've been invited to the quiet storm Now its out of hand cause she told me she hate me And then she said what the hell I've done lately Plus she said all she want is love and affection Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection Took her out bought her all kinds of things But it wasn't enough so this is the song I sing Cause she broke She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking round actin all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like right I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl NO SIR I ain't tryna save that girl She got her hand up but i tryna pay that girl
Part Of The Plan 작곡:C. Martin,G. Berryman,J. Buckland,K. Dean,S. Green,W. Champion
Trying hard to speak and Yeah Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction It's Real Crazy What Chu Want Me To Do What Chu Want Me To Do A What Chu Want Me To Do A What Chu Want Me To Do I Mean I Mean I'ma Let Cha Know Any way you can You Know What Time It Was The time was the late 80's every block had a stray dog with rabies fiends through away their crack babies argued' with my brother to see who picked the mouse up 'memba i opened up the oven door to heat the house up Everyday polices swarm coming home from school with brains on your uniform i wish i could fly away on a unicorn im from the ghetto & everyday a human's born so who cares if im stretched out on the scene surrounded by homicide's forensic team yellow tape haters glad that im dead pedestrians walking by & they just shaking dey head & sayin Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction I Mean Life Is What Chu Make It Mann Its all part of the plan When something is broken What Chu Want Me To Do And you try to fix it What Chu Want Me To Do Trying to repair it I Had To Tell Em What's Hot What's Not What should What shouldnt be come on yall who's to say what couldnt be look at me im the nicest not the icyest sometimes i wake up & ask god who's life is this i look at these eyes im only in this body if you only could understand the visions that i carry My ethics would be like Puff Daddy When he intern Men play with fire Men get burned To talk about this the only thing ive earned is i can rap or talk about killing you like this or puttin a hole in ya head the size of that but that'll be cheating myself & i can't do that mann Trying hard to speak and I Mean Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction Its all part of the plan Wassup When something is broken What Chu Want Me To Do And you try to fix it Huh What Chu Want Me To Do Trying to repair it You Better Get Out Get Up & Get Something Any way you can Im Stressed Out Mann It all ends up on the back street in a abandoned building where the crack heads meet all you hear is Coughs Inhaling & Lighters flicking They be smoking Baby's dead Rat poison in the kitchen they so high walking by thinking she's sleep don't even put her in the crib just cover her with a sheet this is me in that building 17 with the bundles & the gun up on me & ill shoot any nigga that run up on me & for two years my moms been looking for me crying runnin' up on other kids thinking it's me by now i aint got no heart nigga im a gang member throwin it up & im ready to stomp Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Watch Out Watch Out Driven to distraction When You Go After The Top Then It's All On You Dog When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can Damn Can You Help Me Can You Help Me
It's me snitches... Chillin In My Beamer, Listen To Ether Bumpin Through Ya Speakers, Know I Got The Heaters Rockin Dont Stop, I Get The Rockin Dont Stop I'm Bangin Em Beats, You Know I Like That Hip Hop, Stop Freeze U know who it is... It's me snitches! smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches vida loco, flyin through popo see me in that 4 door, that Bentley Espoka benz all lethal, my rims so lethal u front, ima ima shoot that ass like a free throw sniffin that yayo, tryna be sosa tryna act tough when thats some black chocha i aint gotta shoot ya, i could just choke ya you tryna make dolla i could just show ya freeze you know who it is... its me snitches! chillin in my beamer, listen to ether bumpin through ya speakers, know i got the Heaters Rockin dont stop, I get the rockin dont stop Im Bangin Em Beats, you know I like that hip hop, stop freeze you know who it is... its me snitches smoke good eat good, drink good, f*** Good come into the club stuntin like-ike you should my shit on fire i dont need no gasolina im comin through ya block with the deuce 2 Seater ring the alarm alarm man, call me the sand man when I drop beats, Im the one man, band man cash rules everything around me cream get the money, dolla dolla bills ya'll (F*** EM) freeze u know who it is... it's me snitches
[Repeated throughout] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go
Swizz Beatz yes Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy
[Chorus: Swizz Beats x2] From her hair to her lips To her nails to her shoes (Come on) She bang bang boom! Got hips, got ass That'll make a nigga crash (Come on) She bang bang boom!
[Verse 1: Drag-On] Know me from Split These Bars Know me from Down Bottom Now I switch my cars Got a house down bottom If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got 'em Tell your man be easy ma, he don't want no problem I'm bout my money man, I got that country slang Look at the way she shake that thing But you plottin' on my bling But we don't play them type of games around here Keep the gray pound somewhere around here Please don't let your shorty loose around here Cause I'll take her lil' ass around there Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin'
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Drag-On] My money got long figgas Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty) You done married that wrong nigga What's your sign ma? Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma? Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh) What you sayin' who you bangin' who you slidin' wit Pack your friend who you bringin' who she ridin' wit Cause we ain't ready tryin' to stay around here My thugs around cause there's too many clowns around here (Hey shorty) We don't smoke that brown here Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah) Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang It's all the same thing Swizz make em sing
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Drag-On] Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up Tryin' to play gorilla My clips are bananas, so don't slip I do what gangstas do, but don't get it confused My floors mostly sand so you ain't gotta bring ya shoes My crib is half house, half beach Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea I'm a lil' freaky-o, I might lick ya toes I got more zero's on my one's than Cheerio's See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss And ain't a dime chick that Drag didn't floss Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin'
{"On to the next one, on to the next one" - *repeat in background*}
(Intro: Swizz Beatz) + (Jay-Z) I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah) ... Choose one (choose one, hey) Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh) Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
(Jay-Z) Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like "How come?" Niggaz want my old shit, buy my old album Niggaz stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin Niggaz make the same shit, me I make +The Blueprint+ Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner Now I rock a teller suit, lookin like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown-up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail, searchin perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one
(Chorus: Swizz Beatz) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey I got a million ways to get it ... Choose one Ay, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey
(Jay-Z) Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we *onnnnn* And niggaz don't be mad cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, the muh'fucker's racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gon' have another drink or you just gon' baby-sit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggaz in the same spot, me I'm dodgin raindrops Meanin I'm on vaca', chillin on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, c'mere let me coach you Hold up
(Chorus)
(Jay-Z) Uhh, +Big Pimpin'+ in the house now Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin to find my next thrill Feelin myself, I don't even need an X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin on the steps Drinkin quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next Hold up
<Intro: Swizz Beatz> Swizzie! (Ghost!) Yeah, Smoke, now S.P. C'mon, S.P. C'mon Ghost - It's showtimes, It's showtime! Ghost - Lighters in the air!
<Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
<Styles P> Mind blown and I'm tore down Still Blow an once and a half, even more now Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here You should find that I came to blow my mind out Pass it and you dorp it I'm a put you on time out Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open In the tub, but it feel like the ocean I swear to God it be floatin And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin But this is S.P., and I know my time When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind
<Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
<Styles P> The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too I have dreams of Amsterdam everynight or two(Amsterdam) I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue Sun lookin like a tangerine You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine I need a minute to myself, second to my self Pass the dutchie on the left, Whoever's suckin on the L I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L Mind blown, time fly, time gone Missed my exit on the highway I ride on Roll another one, get in my good time zone
<Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
<Styles P> I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone Eyes look stoned shoot but what, I'm grown Over 21, come ober to my zone In less that two hours see a so box blown Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra Guess what's on the menu for breakfast Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up
<Chorus: Swizz Beatz> I wanna roll somethin up so I-I can just blow, my mind(Lighters in the air!) Blow my mind(hey, hey, lighters in the air!) You should roll somethin up so You can just um, blow your mind(Blow your mind) You should just blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind(Hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
<Outro : Styles P> I mean just get blown away You know... Do what you do Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car Do whatever blows your mind away I know what blows mine away
<Swizz Beatz> You should roll somethin up so you can just um, blow your mind
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet)
[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right)
[Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!
[Chorus]
[Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON!
Maino Hey Swizz I think I woke up on the right side of the bed That’s how I feel
Swizz (hook) I think I might give away a million bucks I think might give away a brand new truck Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good I think I might take alot of shopping sprees U in the club goddam all drinks on me Cause I feel good Yea I feel good Cause I feel good hey
Maino Good Lord look what a beautiful day My enimes gone ain’t here they gone away I feel good Everything is ok I feel like givin all my money away Cause niggas is broke ain’t no bread in the hood Look what they did they sellin Feds in the hood I ain’t going to change I’m coming back through the hood Do what I do and then back to the hood I’m blessed I went places I never been I lived to see a black president I’m good, yes I feel good Drinks on me baby what’s good!
Swizz (the hook)
For the ones who got more than 1 mouth to feed Gas so high got em’ riding on E Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat They can have every last Penney on me Me and swizzy rollin in the lambo Sit back reminiscing this and when I never had no Dollas, pride is well poor dear mama Stuck to the fight like a drained out boxer So I know what it feels like to not have much I should give away what I made last month I gotta alot to feel good about I think I’m gonna give away a good amount
Swizz (the hook)
One shot for my niggas in the state pen Two shots for my niggas still hustling (raa) I feel good I’m so good Man I rose from the bottom and it feels good
Swizz Man I’m a introduce to you a new dance (new dance) It’s called the money dance (echo) You pull the money out your pocket like this (like this) You put your hands in the air like this (like this) And you simply just umm. Bounce throw it all around (Throw) throw it all around x3 A little more now Throw it all around A little more now Throw it all around
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I got my drink and my dutchie I just be the murda people think that I`m lucky My link lookin huskie get stoned It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
Put the smoke in the air and get stoned The lips sittin` on 2 6s the lips chrome My money used to be immature now my shit grown Big wheels big chromes I`m doin` it big Homes It`s on, it`s on, it`s on the kid home Get tell the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I do my 2 step and let the link swing Hold the drink with the left hand and show the pink ring I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
Ay, yo, they wanna be like me Recreate my flow, immitate my flow, the relate my flow By while they try and take my flow I make my dough Ay, yo, I can make it rain, `cause I been making it snow But yo, I been takin` it slow I wasn`t around But the car crash couldn`t lay the hustla down Na I`m still here for real, I`m still here It wasn`t looking pretty, but Swizzy I`m still here They said I coulda been brain-dead in a wheelchair But I`m standin` in the booth and the skills are still here Yeah, the hustla home, the hustla home Let`s celebrate a toast with a cup of patrone
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
Yeah, yeah, put your dutch in the air Smoke haze, let the smoke raise up in the air You might have seen me in the guiene at a couple of fairs The engine in the trunk the doors go up in the air Yeah and I been gone for a couple of years I done sweat I done bled, shed a couple of tears I ain`t stressin` it`s a blessing that the hustla here Let`s celebrate a toast, put ya cup in the air
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
I got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step Got my drink and my two step my drink and my two step It`s on, it`s on, it`s on and I`m home Get the patrone on and tell them that it`s on
[Intro: Cassidy] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
[Chorus: Angie Stone] Whose side are you leanin' on? I'm leanin' on the Lord's side I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean I'm leanin' on the Lord's side [x2]
[Verse 1:] Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin' He didn't like his life so he started off hustlin' He was doin good in the hood with the cane Whole hood knew his name, he had neighborhood fame Now he stays dressed up Just copped the fresh trucks Stepped his rep up, plus he stepped his connect up But guess what, he don't even mess with his old niggas They hatin' cause he makin' more money those niggas So one day when he was chillin on the block, dealin' rock Tryin' to make a killin' on the block Some dudes came, masks down, told him lay his ass down Then they blasts rounds and started fillin' him with shots He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though He on his bed yo, prayin' to God If he survives that he promise to stay on his side
[Chorus x2]
Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream Her daddy was an inmate, her mommy was a fiend Her grandmoms old so she couldn't get control of her It was all love 'til the drugs took a hold of her First it was liquor then it was weed Then next came the wet then the syrup and V's, E's Oxy Contin, she poppin' them pills And if you got a couple dollars she'll hop in your wheel (For real) Until one day a nigga with paper Took her out, got her pilled up then he raped up Fam even had a camcorder and taped her As soon as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church with her She leaned on the lord, now he startin' to work with her
[Chorus x2]
Here's a story about a young rapper named Cassidy He started off at 13, I mean he actually Signed his first deal when he was still goin' to high school 10th grade, way back then he was a fly dude He played by the rules, determined to get cake He started off battlin' and rippin' the mixtapes But he didn't take the same path that the rest do He dropped a debut that was highly successful That's when the respect came, that's when the checks came He realized life is like playin' a chess game Him and Swizz, they started makin' the next album They say when you make more money expect problems But the problem that he faced was unheard of They locked him up, no bail and charged him with murder But now he got his freedom restored And he livin' his dream that's why he leanin' on the side of the lord
Go Hey Lil Mama I can transform ya No I can't dance but I can dance on ya Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And baby I can transform ya him to a me I can change you life make it so new Make you never want to go back to the old you Ciroc and lime give it a lil time And she can transform like Optimus Prime Need a ride I can Range you up Money I can change you up You can ride your own no longer be the passenger Swag low I build you up Knees we can stand you up Red lips red dress like em like a fire truck What you need you can have that My black card they won't decline that See potential in ya Let me mould that I can transform ya I can transformer ya I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything ya want I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya See me in the video you can have it really though Iced out everything like an eskimo Wanna fly we can go anywhere you wanna go Jimmy Choos in Italy Louie V in Tokyo Something like Pinnochio If you lie down imma grow Wanna see me do it big I can show you how it goes Take you from an amateur to being professional I can have you swag surfing What you need you can have that My black card they won't decline that See potential in ya Let me mould that I can transform ya I can transform ya I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything ya want I can I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Ok I can transform ya like a transformer a I can turn you from a human to a Carter Take you off the bench and turn ya to a starter Then I take you home and put you on a charger Then my cars transforms to a charter and we can fly to wherever you ever thought of I take you to wherever it's warmer Then I gotta rip off your dress like a warm up but I'm just getting warmed up So tell your man he better get his voltron up I transform her to a Ducati And then I transform me to a Bugatti Cos her form puts me in a trance I transform smaller and she puts me in her pants Swiss on the Beat Chris move ya feet And we can transform a good girl to a freak I can transform ya I can I can transformer a Anything ya want I can I can get it for ya Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it Money still got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya
[Lil Wayne] Go hey Lil Mama I can transform ya No I can’t dance but I can dance on ya Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And baby I can transform ya him to a me I can change your life Make it so new make you never wanna go back to the old you Ciroc and lime give it a lil time And she gon transform like Optimus Prime
[Chris Brown] Need a ride I can range you up Money I can change you up You can have your own No longer be the passenger Swag low ill build you up Knees weak Ill stand you up Red lips red dress like ‘em like a firetruck
Whatcha need you can have that My black card they don’t decline that See potential in ya Let me mow that (I can transform ya I can transform ya)
I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya
[Chris Brown] See me in the video You can have really though Iced out everything break it like a Eskimo Wanna fly we can go Anywhere you wanna go Jimmy Choos in Italy Louie V in Tokyo Something like Pinocchio If you ly down I’ma grow Wanna see me do it big I could show you how it go Take you from an amateur to being professional I can have you swag surfing
Whatcha need you can have that My black card they don’t decline that See potential in ya Let me mow that (I can transform ya I can transform ya)
I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya
[Lil Wayne] Ok I can transform ya like a transformer I turn you from a human to a Carter Take you of the bench T-Turn you to a starter Then I take you home and put you on a charger T-Then my car transforms to a charter And we could fly to wherever you ever thought of I’ll take you to where its warmer Then I gotta rip off your dress like a warm-up But I’m just getting warmed up So tell ya man he better get his voltron up I transform her to a Ducati Then I transform me to a Bugatti Cause her form puts me in a trance I transform smaller and she puts me in her pants Swiss on the beats Chris move ya feet And Weezy transform a good girl to a freak
I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya Get my baby girl she could know I did it for ya I can trans I can trans I can transform ya Shoes you got it got it Bags you got it got it Cars you got it got it M-M-Money you got it got it I can transform ya I can I can transform ya Anything you want I can I can get it for ya
Top Down 작곡:E. Mccaine,K. Dean,Major Lance,R. Hatcher
WOO WOO SWIZZY wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine hey hey i told ya Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on i'm just getin my hood on i'm in the hood bouncin sprain like a fountain money like a mountain tell me why ya doubtin i know why ya doubtin cuz we getin paper ey tell em again swizzy we getin our paper i'm in the hood top down wit my jewelry on me on me wit security on me i got my goons on me i get em off me i shake them hateas off me i said get em off me peoples is you with me my peoples is you with me if you got a problem that sucka come and get me yall know my name you see the candy paint it spell my name SWIZZY Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on it's like bum bum bum bum bum you know the black is bumbin feenz on the corner man you know the black is bumbin speakers in yo trunk shit thumpin they playin my song people is jumpin now we got a little block party yall it aint nuthin but henny and bacardi yall sittin on the stoop on the milk crate how you livin life suppose to say grate grater yall came form nothin inta somethin why these niggas hatin why these nigga fruntin we just riddin with our tops down since i wrote this somebody got shot know Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on This chick said swiss i wanna ride in ya viper i said hell naw don't you know that's a spiker number 2 there are only 20 in the world you sit in my seat it will change the world i'm fresh to death like a million bucks threw on my luis hat put on my chucks step out the viper she said oh no i said be easy chick you know i gotta go Ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on i'm just i'm just doin my thing i'm just i'm just do doin my thing heey yep hey yep heey yep hey i said i'm ridin with my top down wit my jewelry on hey i'm just getin my hood on shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine wherever you are shine who ever you are shine hey hey hey shine
When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing You're the love of my life but you hurt my heart twice now I'm drunker than a muthaf cker trying to find my way back to your heart you muthf cker so I know there's a price when your wrong when your drunker than a muthf cker trying to find your way back to love you you muthf cker baby you know just what to do I know you know the truth and we will never lose there's no me without no you I give my soul to you When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing so made me cry don't you hurt hurt my pride got me madder thana muthaf cker trying to fight my way back to your heart you muthaf cker see you way get ma brain in your arms I feel safe sht you know deep down I will always love ya trying to find your way back to my heart you muthaf cker baby you know you know just what to do I know you know the truth and we will never lose there's no me without no you I give my soul to you When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Yo turn me up I'mma make sure she can hear me that girls gon get ya muthafcker smoke weed listening to Sade I left my pain in Paris why can't you see sht my way you on that lonely highway my car's still on that driveway feels like I'm dying slowly feels like what more can I say I made you face your fears I think we could have made it thought I told you I love you maybe we should have waited how could you ever doubt me when I stood by you proudly I would have gave my last breath now you can't breath without me oh when your all you think about your baby oh when your all you think about your baby Baby I want you to need me I need you You want me I want you to love me forever Baby I want you I need you to love me I love you I want you to love me forever When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor When you're in the club get your ass on the floor when you're in the club get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing
[Swizz Beatz: x2] When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When-When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing Them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing
[Dirty Money:] You're the love of my life But you hurt my heart twice Now I'm drunker than a motherfucker Trying to find my way back to your heart you motherfucker So I know, there's a price, when your wrong When your drunker than a motherfucker Trying to find your way back to love you You motherfucker
Baby you know, just what to do I know you know the truth And we will never lose There's no me without no you I give my soul to you
[Swizz Beatz: x2] When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When-When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing Them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing
[Dirty Money:] So, made me cry don't you hurt, hurt my pride Got me madder thana motherfucker Trying to fight my way back to your heart you motherfucker [?] in your arms I feel safe Shit you know deep down, I will always love ya Trying to find your way back to my heart you motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Diddy:] Yo turn me up, I'm a make sure she can hear me Yo, that's girls gon get ya, motherfucker Smoke weed, listening to Sade I left my pain in Paris Why can't you see shit my way You on that lonely highway My car's still on that driveway Feels like I'm dying slowly Feels like what more can I say I made you face your fears I think we could have made it Thought I told you I love you Maybe we should have waited How could you ever doubt me When I stood by you proudly I would have gave my last breath Now you can't breath without me
[Dirty Money:] Oh when your [?] All you think about your baby [x2] Baby I want you to need me I need you You want me, I want you to love me forever
(Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)
(Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!
(Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)
(Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards
(Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)
(Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so
(Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)
