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| 2. |
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I'm talkin to these motherfuckers Yea, ok
Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing) LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now) Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now) Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action) Ohhhh Kay (Get down now) Big dawg now one shot deal shit Yea, ok Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick, with a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at Lemme put you onto somethin You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin *Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" (x2) I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song" Them high heels got them calves lookin right too Shorty come live with me for the night true Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna, take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it And your physique is off the chain It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain I mean we could take a drive in the X5 The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin *Repeat (x2) I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you? We can do anything that you wanna do You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you Get ya dance on Love the way you make the moves with no pants on Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone Next stop *Repeat (x4) Yo, turn with me now Do my thing, hey swing with me now Big dawg now, one shot deal shit Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit It's that real shit, it's that new shit How we come thru shit Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us Back, niggas know my fuckin style Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile We just suckin and smokin and drinkin Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin Aww shit, we's high tonite Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite" We out in Miami We in New York Twist the cap, pop the cork Yea shorty, lemme see somethin Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson Shorty actin like she ready for some action |
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| 3. |
| 5:02 |
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And EH!
*And I see you passing by my way, again... And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... And I see you passing by my way, again...Yeah And I'm wondering if we can be good friends... Can't 'cha get along? **Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say.. Got to get along Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Uh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Eh, excuse me dime piece, Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) Walkin around like you lost and from out of town Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown I see you time to time whenever you creep through You know my cousin D2, yea that's my peop-le I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) And I'm not kiddin wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure Live alone, got a style all your own Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain I got some more deliveries but yet I be back And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) Yeah, I got that number from her, cuz after work she outtie Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done Tonight's the night me and you go out and share one *Repeat **Repeat Yeah, aiyyo, We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin comfy She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me Got a table for two in the rear Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin in the air Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin L's and bears We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all She got me woide open, I guess she wide too Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through That I can slide through, I take you on that offer I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I'm back up on her Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you and make you my permanent Ragu *Repeat **Repeat just 4 lines |
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| 4. |
| 5:25 |
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Ooohhh...
Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo Friday night, just got paid I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo Stress less of death and we let the chain swing Makin we out for the same thing Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at I'm straight and man I'm bringin somethin back Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one And two brand new toys fuck the price done Big nigga style say when I switch lanes Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains Line full of women can't wait to get in Checkin mo sippin mo spittin Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack Those that hit the see is get it get the Now where the hoes at Let's get it on and poppin Invite a few through, that's how the crew do DJ got the crowd jumpin The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin I'm tryna run in sumthin |
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| 4:15 |
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| 5:02 |
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| 4:18 |
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| 8. |
| 3:43 |
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| 9. |
| 5:42 |
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Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left
I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble and I wont, stood on the field implore the real these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh I pour liquor in the grass think about the past if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you you knew all I was into what ive been through they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game from street cats we brought it to the main stream it was an honor playin with you on the same team ya namely a very great deal to me its only right I step it up you kept it real with me *and when that day comes were gonna be like every children and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it just a thought, im knowin that your not around cant forget how we did it in and out of town held it down, maintained, still inside the game listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things no doubt im hearing everything they say he don't live around they way, why should I stay? I play the hook but don't stay understand that bein on the block aint bringin my man back those who know me know me straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads **and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong on my own two I stand on right along I think about how we were like the bomb right before we perform let me write a song, how you used to do, represents all you knew Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday open presents nah said my nigga tai dead celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head think about the time when we would chill, up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up but we did, survived it all I wish you did, I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid *Repeat just last line **Repeat just last line And when that till we meet together (till fade) |
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| 3:54 |
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Whoever thought this a happen?
Hey yo, that bum nigga rappin,' took it the top, now I won't stop I remember bein' broke cause if I didn't nigga I'd be frontin,' reminisicin' where your nigga at? Ain't nuthin,' never thought about the hot outfits, jewelry or the celly Back then we was in the skelly Shorties with the barrettes, candy in the bag The handgun, remember when we shot the fair one? A nigga like me had the motherfuckin' pro players and my Lees on For a nickel got my squeeze on Fly balls off the wall in the schoolyard Swear to gods got my first quickie in school garage *I remember those days You and I gettin' paid Now we got it made, oh yeah I remember, I remember Aiyo, we open gates and let the dogs chase us home after school Until my nigga Skee got bit, yo, but that was cool We took him to the crib we laughin', growin' up We drinkin' liquor on the stool while he throwin' up We runnin' from school security, besides that the 102 cops Yo, the man was my grandpops He used to air me out, he never tried to even motherfuckin' hear me out No punishment, but here we out We back at it again, me and my men Yo what was realest when us niggas seen a fan And all we wanna know does anybody fuckin' care? And why this trouble follow me every fuckin' where? *Repeat Aiyo, we used to hot wire cars, bragged about the scars we collected Tryin to escape from them older guys up at the bars They never let us bang, let's act ring again We knew they had a crew, but yo our crew was thick OK, now we graduated from junior high We into badder bitches, caine, getting money yo, we livin fly We got the Jordan and ball, we got the weed and all When Chris died yo we felt there was no need to fall We seen it all, from welfare lines, all them good and bad times Back then I wish I had rhymes I got my childhood name from my wild hood Sling still, as though it was a good thing *Repeat (x3) |
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| 3:51 |
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| 12. |
| 1:20 |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with
My nigga says, "Got me shit, to help me spit with" Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager Say, "I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha" I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel I just met him but I be tossin' Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas They think they doin' them, they really doin' me They think they doin' R O L Q L E They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm You thought G was gone and now you see it's on I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us On twenty inches now, with my tens down I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me Niggas know how I get down, how I do I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn Once again shit is on, can we gone C'mon, c'mon |
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| 4:42 |
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