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[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet ask Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you can't take the coupe wit dishes Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid |
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| 2. |
| 4:07 |
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[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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| 3. |
| 3:28 |
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[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 2] I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin Ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pot too Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue [Chorus 2] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 3] Cruisin top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the bulls I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) |
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| 4. |
| 4:35 |
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[Verse 1]
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear The way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, 'Shortie could get it' Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like 'Damn, Shortie could get it' And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 3:18 |
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Yo {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} We in the door now {Yea} Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea {Yea} Cluemanatti {My nigga} Holla back nigga {Yea, Uh, Yea} Irv Gotti {Yea} Murder Inc. {Uh, Yea, Uh} Run'em down nigga [Fabolous] Load the 4-4 up Im the reason the price of raw go up Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up Hit you and your ho up From the torso up Leave ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up The difference between Fab and ya'll, After I pick an auto up Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up I have it when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred miles And with shoes on it now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at [Fabolous] Yo, You must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint I pull up, Pull out, Pull back Them guys will sprint Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced Once I present the four fifth why comment Im the type you tell ya dame bout Push a fellow brain out Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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"One Day"
[Fabolous humming to the beat] It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared? Cause one day it could happen" I dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no I just want some peace of mind Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined But on a small island, too far for police to find With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All ya'll can see if every piece be dime And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind Hold your head, your stress will cease in time [Chorus] Sometimes I wish I could go way back when I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson Everything was OK back then Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin I gotta go back through my ol' way packin These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These hoes may crack grins but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions If I would've let this flow stay packed in I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those gray plaques in Yeah [Chorus] One day it'll happen That One day I'd be rappin No One day it could happen One day I'd be trapped in No |
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| 5:20 |
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[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus] x 3 |
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| 3:58 |
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Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and That nigga got you used to the A-train on Kingston I'm fuckin on Lambo's, lay on the wingfin By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in Mind spendin a day with the kingpin? Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin And don't be scared cabby, the yea I be slingin Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameras Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know [Chrous] (Lil' Mo) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight [Verse 2] Allright, okay... You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to You can push the grey station through I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2 How da hell ??? been tweekin out How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out She'll be tired of trainin dat mutt You probably be fakin like you came and you ain't even nut Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo strut Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] I think it's just that ladies ??? I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy I like 'em D cup, bust, wit crazy fatties They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle Throw yo legz up while I work the middle Already told me how you strictly be witt'em Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me? Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out |
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| 3:46 |
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Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occaison Sneak in the Days Inn I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin' Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it Still what I mean is Your brains gotta send chills through my penis 'Til I feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser [Chorus] Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades in all of my classes Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] These bitches they done got real bad Cause now I pull out, leavin 'em lookin like model for a "Got milk?" ad I'm a teachers pet And even if you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes wit hood tutors is some good buddha And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters They don't care where the cops is Outta the blue they stop biz Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz I stay 10 minutes in night clubs Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night class in the CL Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin It's for certain You are the weakest link, Goodbye [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know my girls in North and South Caddy They all for mouth waxin' And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL Dont even know them hoes In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA Them hoes in Detroit will suck the Breevort My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction [Chorus |
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| 11. |
| 5:06 |
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (ok) Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right) Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still [chorus] Yea That's right Yea, ok [chorus] |
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| 3:44 |
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yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrob |
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sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t |
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You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? So they can point their fucking fingers and call me the fucking bad guy? [Verse 1] I guess I'm the bad guy The fingers is pointing Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny Cochran Be the same dudes, testing your patience In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, That's the bad guy. So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours Quit they job and live off the child support How could you stand there, smile in court I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I'm liking you? Wrong Cause even if I get locked My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change the subject fool And start askin if I remember you from public school You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me ? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don't care what other haters do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection [Gun Shot |
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Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. Chorus - If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. Chorus - [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin' to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us 'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... Chorus |
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[Featuring Fabolous Sport]
(Fabolous) (F A B O) (L O U S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (ok) Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right) Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still [chorus] Yea That's right Yea, ok [chorus] |
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