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(Lil Wyte)
I'm slummed out right now, that ain't no suprize Dilated pupils seein doubles out of both my eyes I hit up a little spark, got 'em for no charge, and f**k with his boy Zanex bars call 'em totem poles or even tonka toys I popped half and then popped the other half and hit the crown Then put my shot glass down and poured another round I'm starting to fill everything I just put into my body Liquor and the bars got me right though I might look retarded Get up out my way little quicka with the K Even though I'm f**ked up I'ma still maintain Got sumthin in my brain like do damn thang Like tell the same mayne's ass soft insane I'ma monsta when I'm high specially on some bars Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge Runnin down the street yellin f**k the police With Reeboxs on my feet high on 4 more bars I'ma hold my crown and I'ma rep my Memphis pop my pills, smoke all my deeros Be f**ked up fall out in public fallin out on crackers and negros Ho you think you know Lil Wyte I'm telling you rightcha now You hold out I'ma find out better pull 'em out and pass them sticks around (Chorus) Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you (Lil Wyte) One little pill you can break down into fo's Guaranteed when mixed with liquor it gone have on the flo' Take advantage of the power the sticks put off every hour Try to over do it you gone find yourself off in the shower This is not some powder the effects are completely differant You are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of the shit You might forget what you did the night before if you want 'em Better get somebody to be witcha only if they ass is sober Gotta keep my f**kin brain on chicken lane change only if the beat bang I'll be able to do my thang no what I got to do know why I gotta rock F**ked up or not I'ma take this shit to the top If you see me in the streets betta believe me this cracker is off the hezzy Memphis, Tennessee is my stopping ground and zanex bars just went down in me This weed in me and Henessey all over my academics T Was f**ked up and doubled in for shit but fallin up out the S-U-V They serious don't play with 'em if you can't handle 'em come my way We'll rock 'em to the BAY and we'll deal 'em up on the slang When I bump my female in an all night bang with a BIOTCH! (Chorus) |
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(Intro - DJ Paul)
Yeah..(echoing).. Hypnotize Minds...(echoing).. Lil' Wyte...(echoing).. It's going down...(echoing).. the club crazy right now..(echoing)... I don't believe you'll do...(echoing) we don't believe you...(echoing).. Yeah...(echoing)... finish It!...(echoing) what!.. (Chorus - Lil' Wyte) Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! (Verse One - Lil' Wyte) You motherfuckers want true colors? I got white and I got black Bay Area motherfuckers comin' soon as I step off of the track If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch If this ?hata? got stomped to the floor, thank to god for all this shit Frayser Bizzo DJ Pizzo Lil Whizzo and Hypnotizzo Run the shizzo fo' shizzo roll up another one my nizzo I got to maintain, I got to get changed I gotta rip this mic, from California to Maine And take it over to Spain, send it to the Dominicans Tell 'em to examine it and start jammin' all of my sinitist Just make sure that they remember this, like if it was some religious shit The white gold ghetto platinum honky rippin it Take that to the bank, get that deposit slip, fill it out Runnin' for thirty thousand turn around and shove it in your mouth You review Hypnotize and you'll see nothing but potential People gettin' beat to the flo' and it started with a pencil (Chorus - Lil' Wyte) Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! (Verse Two - Lil' Wyte) Check it out i'm new to the scene, Lil' Wyte lighted with gasoline Fire breathin' get it closer to the grass that isn't green Which means your teams expired to the back of the pack Sixteen bars on the side knowledge on every track Holdin' it down, never happen, get my crown, keep on rappin' And even at 75 i'ma still be able to work my magic I be the Willy Nelson of the next generation A Rising legacy shinin' across of every nation I need a passport, luggage and a new wardrobe Fifty billion but I will settle for 2.4 Check the scans i'm the man in this independent land No video, no single record companies like I be damned This white cat can rap and put on a good show It's funny how his music get people down to the flo' I gots to give it raw I gots to give it dirty What ever city you reppin' beat 'em down if you heard me (Chorus - Lil' Wyte) Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! (Verse Three - Lil' Wyte) See I done seen the brighter days smoked on plenty lighter hay My album hit a hundred thousand now shit been going my way I give my props to my pops give my props to my mouth Give my props to the cap give my props to the south Now i'm drunk and i'm high but I bet you already knew it You buck as me you buck as us and we twice as buck as u Security started movin' to the middle of the crowd Only if he got a gun will I agree to shut it down Cuz I ain't trying to get shot by no motherfucking punk I know my dad has had to many drinks and all of a sudden crunk Pick me up let me out blow me up and bump me loud Too many styles be coming up out of me whenever I hit the crowd I have a high page game face eye balls poppin' out his face Keepin' with the shit tryin' to stay awake.. what you think? Only cracker good enough to be down with the six Clearly understood that this some original gangsta shit (Chorus - Lil' Wyte) Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! Would you beat 'em to the flo' in the club?! (I sho will!) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub?! (I sho will!) If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch! If he actin' like a bitch!, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch |
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Gimmie a glock, gimmie a 4-5, and I would be straight
mite make it through the day, but by nite, I need two Ak's A couple a sets of extra clips, and some ham sandwiches the po-po's kno me and they used to my shinanagans I run the set mane, causin' chaos everywhere wanna make a bet, n' mane i'll have u pullin out ur hair this is a have to do job, but on a need to kno basis don't keep ya eyeballs on the prize, dawg keep up with the faces I roll with murderas, robbers, drug dealers, killas, and rapists also an army on the porch with plenty rockets a waitin' come test my patients fool, and find out how lil wyte will react I'll have these hatas fool, flodgen like some fish on they back they got me fucked up, I'm bout to load them trucks up when I get crazy, then u just might feel some hot stuff this ones not on my agenda, I was just only playin but since u testin my gangsta, its to damn late for prayin' Chorus Automatic gunfire, bustin at u hoes to get my point across u got raw bullet to ur dome, is what I'm bout to toss sold me a short sack, now u bout to feel the trama Sulfuric acid, so clogged, in a pine box for yo mama what am I bout to do? Some says ya already know bring ya family in this? Naw I aint as cool as u folks this is between me and you, but between you and me I got a feelin' it might be all up to g-o-d and you can talk all of the trash u want it don't even matter, as long as my album keep sellin my pockets gonna get fatter I guess the static is because I am the chosen one deadly circumstances come with job, betta have ur gun u might be found, bleedin, seekin for the perpatraitor somethin tell me, he ran far, and u wont find him playa quit ya cryin, bitchin, and ya whinin hatin, fakin, frontin I'll run yo ass up off the block cuz im a motha fuckin' Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic Static Addic, Static Addict, crazy with that gun |
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(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded I'm representin everybody out there smokin (Lil Wyte) Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up I'm ready to get f**ked up Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a I feel that I should get atleast one commercial from King Edward I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irelevent A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke I'll be goin back to California but for now I Qoute... (Chorus - 2X) All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded I'm representin everybody out there smokin (Dirt Bag) Smoke like a Jamaican Wildly reefer I'm cravin I know I should be savin But I'm blazin I'm blazin Feelin like I'm amazin Mary keepin me phazin Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right Hypnotize minds ?? we keep it hype Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start Where is the bud..... its in the car Ohhh my god different flavors and colors And I'm smokin them all by the blunt motherf**ker (Chorus) |
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(Chorus - 2X)
All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded I'm representin everybody out there smokin (Lil Wyte) Roll it up, fire it up, chief it up I'm ready to get f**ked up Soon as I get control of the dro I'm ready to feel the stuff Light green marijuana been tellin me how it wanna Go get up wit a swisher split the middle and bone a I feel that I should get atleast one commercial from King Edward I been smokin these blunts so long and look where my futures headed I feel that dro work like Wheeties to rappers that are intelligent Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irelevent A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard my album And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke I'll be goin back to California but for now I Qoute... (Chorus - 2X) All I wanna do is smoke my dro..bitch Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded I'm representin everybody out there smokin (Dirt Bag) Smoke like a Jamaican Wildly reefer I'm cravin I know I should be savin But I'm blazin I'm blazin Feelin like I'm amazin Mary keepin me phazin Sometimes I mix wit girly girly just for the tastin Used to scoopin a half a onion and you be spacin Miami Boy with that Dade County lacin Dirt Bag and Lil Wyte you damn right Hypnotize minds ?? we keep it hype Buckle up and kiss flight I could take you to the start Where is the bud..... its in the car Ohhh my god different flavors and colors And I'm smokin them all by the blunt motherf**ker (Chorus) |
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(LiL Wyte)
Gimme da Microphone first so i could buss out dis bubbLe,whoevea idea dis was dey knew it was some trouble,'cause i get up in'em, get it sticky,it could get icky and gritty , crystal clearly comes swiftly when u a chance to get wit mE. I Put it down for da B.A.Y. MothafuKca,therapy gorilla squad, U.T.T. Muthaf**ka,YaLL don't kNow shyt about that chek ya BAY AREA fact the federal lyricist is 21 years old knockin'em on dey back. Had to take a drug test, thought it was a DRUG test, studied hard and failed shouldnt of took da answers to my chest. Goofin around gloves off hood basically cuffed up popo's in a Lac Truck on spinners man das f**ked uP. I sat on my couch smoked a bLunt and create some thunder, den opened da window let da lightning and make da Police wonder. I'll get'em off the trail while the real criminals wonder, i guess dis summea a lil ol'hustle is too far beyond us. (CHORUS x2) We hustle from sun up to sun down,the cops we get close when they come round.We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,my hoods run down. (FRAYSER BOY) Nigga, Nigga,dis da other half of the BAR Bay Representatives,watchin what i say around deze snitches cUz dey listenin. Frayser boy a Real nigga will let da steeL hit'ya, f**kin wit lil wyte gone make dat nigga come and deal wit'ya. Purple drank in my cUp, bLowin dank in my truck,hit da bank stackin bucks, a nigga i aint slackin uP. Bay niggaz click tyte make me get ya shyt right,respectin how i feel or it's gonna be a big fight. Mobbin down Frayser BLVD,wit my 45. Lettin it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try. Gettin it how i live in da Bride das my stompin ground,got some enemies So das why a pistol come around. Muthaf**kaz actin like dey dont know da real deal mayne i been through heLL and back and a nigga still live,still here and i wouldnt have it no other way,now knowin what it means to live and die from the BAY! (CHORUS x2) We hustle from sun up to sun down,the cops we get close when they come round.We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down my hoods run down,my hoods run down. |
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(Chorus - 2X)
When dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea when dem boys hit the corna I'm a gonea Like (skerrrrrrr) f**k that sat goodbye to the bad guy (skerrrrrrr) f**k that say goodbye to the bad guys (Lil Wyte) Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4's DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone to let you know that it's hot as cole all around the globe tippi toes what I'm flickin on passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr) f**k that say goodbye to them bad guys I smoke weed till' I die I'm gon stay high come touch this engin pimpin I been crusin a buck got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck the same story every day only of guts glory It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got shit for me I gon' hold it down get my crown and keep only truckin civilize this industry f**k up yo truck and keep on bumpin this is some shit that you didn't think you would ever see but since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be you think we'll give up purple suryp and pimp cups now motherf**ker this the life we like in Memphis (Chorus - 4X) (DJ Paul) yeah now they got me in this cell 'cause this crack man I sell In the haven boy this crack sell well I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn' them po's hit the con I got gone I had a tone with a big bag of crack them boy don't like that so I had to get down like a lack with 4 flats I'm a grayhound I just put the tre down I can't be on my way down so I'm gon have to put down ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block and just like the spinners I will never stop like bukus and money we don made on the spot I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C every thang we gain is green to the bay where my boy Lil Wyte stay Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway f**k (Chorus - 4X) |
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Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe Watsup Bitch, Watsup Hoe (Chorus) If you a killer motherf**ker, bring your anna to my door Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows If you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song you riding with a motherf**ker that think I did 'em wrong. (x2) (Verse 1) consequences come to those who chose to f**k with lil wyte not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right I'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write now that I made all these moves my music causing some havoc this shit is pick me up so wat in the f**k did you expect god dammit? as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I told 'em I got a mind and it's focused you got some serious issues I got family friends, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you I bet you'll life gettin hard you lived your life in a yard Im for real I know theres something when you sold both of your cars you mad at me cause I made it, I'm only havin some fun see me on mtv yelling out who gives a f**k where you from you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham doubt me now ?? I told you wyte was gon drop bombs.... (Chorus - 2X) (DJ Paul) yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherf**ker galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH (Verse 2) wake up bitch reality creepin around the corner you so f**ked up you couldnt be an organ donor when I see you, I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders you gon be like ah shit when you feel these tiny boulders you f**kin with the wrong one the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man even quick to crack your brain I ain't got no time for hatin faggots on the grind keep on passin by cause I got something you'll never f**kin find this the realest of the real hope you feelin it and if you dont extend your arm and grab your remote and turn down your radio meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw and write it as nasty as this shit can be Its easy when you rappin over the hardest motherf**kin beats I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed, nor am I conceded but I'm proud of myself and the way I supposedly succeeded you wanna bring it to my door or be a bitch and catch me slippin either way it goes this unit I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin (Chorus - 2X) |
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2 door cut with the flop on the paint
looking like a bag of skittles that will make you want to fant eyes cocked ass drop when I pulled up on the set people scard to tuch my car like they might fall and it get wet I can't keep my whip in sun for too long cuz it might melt like a pack of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf I got to her out get her high take her out for a ride hopefully tonight I won't commit vihicular homicide my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle paul, and jucy both told me I better pack pistols pistols plural more than one for those who do not know I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe (chorus2x's) 2 door cut with with the flop like(ridein down the street smokin weed getting high) 2 door cut with with the flop like(woooooooooooo man that fool clean) cheech and cong with the smokas and dice on mirria 2007 caddilak space age interia 4 pionerrs 4 ways across the back dash 4 12's when I come thru Ima break glass and thats just the begening I'aint got into the engine fuckin with gray sturin wheel I'm gripin white pearlrl pimpin hands on italian lether just as icey as my soljas pictured on the white purl gas pedal belive I told ya and aint doja on me when I ride make me a blunt aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut they got enough on me already they don't need my car if they want me so bad they can find me standin in my yard (chorus2x's) it time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation brand new chevy block and it's cromed out and a block conberation a set of double hard heads shift kit and a kaft blown out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass brains gone and my hair blowin doin a buck 4 whoa hoe if you in the road better move yo ass out the path fast before yo ass have to feel 20 inch spinners and 22 hundred pounds of steel I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana pedal to the medal might hit ya and never even seen ya take my word I put 15 G's into these souls I'm gon flick this bitch and figure out how to drop off 20 more (Chorus4x's) |
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im slumbed out right now
that aint no surprise dialated pupils see'n doubles out both my eyes i hit up little spark got him out for no charge he fuck wit his boy (x)anax bars call them toldem poles or even tonka toys i popped half and popped the other half and hit the crown then put my shot glass down and pour another round im startin to feel everything i just put in to my body liquor and bars got me right though i might look retarded get up out my way little cracka wit the k even though im fucked up i can still maintain got sumthin in my brain it can do things man like turn a sane mans ass off insane im a monster when im high especially on some bars dont need to cop liriclly you can catch a charge runnin down the street yellin fuck the police reeboks on my feet high from those bars ima hold my ground and rep my memphis pop my pill and smoke all my d-ro be fucked up all in public fallin down on crackers and negros oh you think you know little wyte im tellin you right tonight you hold out ima find out betta pull em out and pass them sticks around chorus*2 toldem poles, candy bars even yellow ladders tonka toys, white sticks it dont really matter if you got em pass that shit around i wanna look like you if you got em pass that shit around i wanna look like you one little pill you can break down into fours gauranteed when mixed wit liquor it goin have you on the floor take advantage of the power this stick* put off every hour dont try to ova do it you goin to find yo self off in da showa this is not some powder the effects are completely different you are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of this shit you might forget* wut you did the night before if you want em betta get somebody to be with ya only if they ass is soba gotta keep my fuckin brain on checkin lanes only if the beat bang ill only be able to do my thang know wut i got to do and when or what i gotta rock bust out my nine goin to take da shit to da top when you see me in da street betta believe me this cracker here is off the hee memphis tennessee is my stompin ground and (x)anax bars is wut balance me this weed in me and hennesse all over my akademiks tee was fucked up and dont remember shit but fallin up out the s.u.v they serious dont play wit em if you cant handle em come my way em ill take em to da bay deal or even slang wit em goin give my female an all night bang wit em bitch |
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(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
(DJ Paul:) Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers, Over there fightin for us, You know what I'm sayin, For all our fallen soldiers, And all our ones that still runs with they guns, In the field you know what I'm sayin? This dedicated to ya'll man, Hold it down, U.S. mother fuckin A, (Chorus:) I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy Yeah I'm tryina told ya boy I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy I'm a U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy Yeah I'm tryina told ya boy (Verse 1-DJ Paul:) Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry I got my M16 and my artilary I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back of me And a bullet proof vest and I'm hopin I don't have to see now will it work in tha line of fire Or will a nigga die in tha line of fire I'ma bust my gunz till my clips retire America pray cuz I don't wanna expire I'ma soldier (Juicy J:) I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy Playin around with them army toys You wanna go to war then we can go to war See W.Bush he sent us over boy Them men all went and got some soldier toys Put 'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys That army fatigue we gonna make some noise And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore (Chorus:) (Verse 3-Lil Wyte:) With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this With this focused brain I can take myself away from pain Turn me into rain, sprinkle it upon all of us in vein I'm the one that was sent to make sure the sun will always shine Try to determin the evil and good all in my twisted mind Hopefully, this just might be the one that reaches to the world And make a safer place to play for all our little boys and girls Cuz I'm a soldier don't get it twisted Get your wig split Fifty millimeter shells aiming for the terrorist Must have missed cuz they still comin with some big shit Osama fucked up real deep and there ain't no time to fix it He better be off the planet, two light years passed the moon Rode on a magic carpet satellites gonna find him soon He's probaly already dead fuckin with tha U.S.A But if not he better not bring his ass up in tha bay (Juicy J:) Let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers I said let me hear tha sound of tha soldiers Juicy J tha soldier boy The marines ain't no punk and you know we keep grenades and AK's in the trunk With Iraq we be buck, we be fightin and we stomp With our fist, with our feet, we be ready when you jump We don't hide behind mask like a terrorist my nigg Just so you know who tha real fuckin cowards is. (Chorus:) |
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Start this night out right so i dont fall on my face
I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi The bottle came from someones cooler when we left the bonfire party They constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot Incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks Crown royal wit coke a bud light my eye balls afloat So much fuckin liquid in me i got to hit da pisser fo sho Keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit This might compare to my smokin song but pimpin this is not it This is my drinkin song so you know wut you got to do Drink twelve or twenty one or wut eva you do but dont stop at two (Chorus x2) This is my drinkin song And there aint no rules wut you waitin on Pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own If your goin to drink might as well drink until you hit the floor Afta you hit the floor get yo ass up and pour a couple mo Aight im alright listen to my words I have dranken up half the bar And still yet a swurl I heard I looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl Brother robby actin similiar but was spinnin like the world Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit ive neva seen Ten shots bud lights fo chasin and ready for round eleventeen Demolition derbys at the races rodeos and hill streets When ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet But we all want to get fucked up and when i say we Im talkin about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e And some do, some dont, some might like it, some wont, I'll tell you wut i love this so much im fucked up right now (Chorus x2) We jump in slappa's car dont worry this fool wasnt driven The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldnt of survived Believe it or not i was the most sober of the five of us Liquor in me got to piss again i feel like im bout to bust Good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness I see a truck load of moonshine hideing behind some trees Wit the keys in it and nobody around No one but me this mean we can get drunker and crunker And make us some cheese from mariana arkansas Through the woods back to tennessee This event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day In the back of a chevelle pick up shootin of this daze (Chorus x2) |
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bay area it is da hood of da brave bay area none my boys are afraid bay area we got dat work down here bay area we let it go fo da low round here. verse 1 flickin through da bay bumpin marvin gay sunny days i gots to get payed 20 k oh and by the way the bar shifted of me and fraiser bizzle thats fo shizzle all da other perpatraders better be packin they pistols cuz i got pencils for pussies packin some big utinles off the hizzle i'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle this is lil whizzie i'm not playin i can leave it so greasy bitch ya heard me dirty south represent to bess beileve me i got to push it and shove it either way you go i'm hot as an oven humpin and bumpin and on on its the dro the hcp family gonna represent until i die of daze satifaction this happens to be always on my phase fraiser bou and v my fans and all my faculty is half of the reason W Y T E won't let me rest in peace couldn't of done it wit out billy many aren't wit my ass get yo ass slapped silly when you fuck up in da bay chorus verse 2 i'm steppin about the household sit yo ass back runnin down town in a black cadillac jack are still smokin gimme some bro even though you broke im go take yo weed and yo crack jack this is the conversation bout life in da needy nation really i don't give a fuck about shit if it ain't payuh chasin i'm about my and that's why prize is about take this sober good thing this doser came from cordova cuz i can't be sober don't really stop da hood it what i have become to be but later on i be damned if i don't put this on G O B i ride deez streets i smoke this weed and one day i'ma stop and see that this is the life i always wanted da man to let come out of me da B A Y my stopin ground and round here we got dro by pouond but half of deez motha fuckers round here broka than homie the clown witch means you have to take yo klan to another location bring some out of towners to catch yo slack so if you ain't made it i tell you dis will get crazy rest the day go by so watch it the bay O 5 round here and they ain't ya do to stop it chorus |
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Well, I've been tripping for ten hours
On three hits of liquid microdot I'm on acid Man, what's this suppose to do to us anyway man? Getting chased around the car By some midgets in the parking lot I'm on acid Hey, is that midget coming over here? Eating doritos through a tree A million spiders after me I'm on acid Oh come on, I bet you can't eat just one I'm running around having a fit On myself I'm 'bout to shit I'm on acid Man, I gotta get to a toilet Dogg Could you imagine feeling all confident All of a sudden your fingers get Please stop freezing What is the season? Where are we at? And why are we leaving? Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots And roots back into season Clouds are changing coming at me Different directions now I'm freaking Toes are raking, body shaking Man I thought it was some crack Called the fire department Told them I had a flame up on my back This is crazy busting able Raisons dancing on the table There's a horse we gotta horse Yeah, we do and I've seen the stable Quit your flogging, I ain't flogging Gotta be then who you talking to? I'm talking to you talking to me listen 'Cause if you and I have to be kinda smart to even catch That I might be tripping but the pimpin', grippin' gotta spit that With no expecticy I made a party from a robbery Accidently kicked and tripped the thief when he had ran by me Fuck police we gonna send this district into LSD Take this shot of purple microdot You will be gone a week 20/20 vision blurred And can't even feel the syrup I'm on acid Man, I can't believe this stuff is stronger then that syrup I can smoke a pound of dro Drink myself under the floor I'm on acid I can't even feel none of these beers man my eyes ain't real Put the straw up to your nose Take the blow straight to your dome I'm on acid Don't even mess with that snort Dogg, I'm trippin' Your passing on in my front yard Throwing up off zanex bars I'm on acid Look like you took about one two many of them pills Well, I'm wishing I was sober Feel the shit from head to shoulders This ain't even half way over It's the part I'm waiting to show ya Laughing long time like Hyenas Laugh a long time at mienas In the can or out the can They still look like a can of peanuts I'm the meanest acid taker Down south cracker on the mike Chainsaw crankin', gotcha thinking Good trick gone turned to a fright Bubble popping, trails are watching From across the fucking room A dog came in the den and made a mess And then asked for the broom Now I'm 'bout to hit the sack 'Cause I can't take this shit no more Relax my mind, take a deep breath And let my head sink in pillow Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later It's the greatest drug the 70's has ever fucking gave us Yes it's major, don't be playing when you drop it, it will hit ya If it's gel caps or liquid microdots, yes I'm with ya And I'm flipping cross the row Visual contact, lighting glow The spaceship I'm flying landed in the bay I have to go By now I'm weak, in some pain And my bodies feeling drained I'm on acid Man, I feel like a can even walk no more Coming down off of my trip And my skins about to rip I'm on acid I can feel my hands hurting I'll probably sleep till Thursday And it's only Sunday I'm on acid I can't wait to hit my bed man Waking up on that Thursday To have another Saturday I'm on acid Man, I can't wait till I pass some more of that shit |
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Yo mamma yo daddy yo greasy greasy grand mammy Man they gettin wild as fuck era body gettin crunk (x2) Gimme room gimme room quit stepin on my toes (x4) Yo mamma, yea I seen her butt naked in the front row Yo daddy, yea I heard he was in vip smokin dro Yo grand mammy, yea I know she is a groupie from the 70's Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys Yo mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off chris Yo daddy, so full of beer this is the sixth time that he pissed Yo grand mammy, man I know shes super buck cuz she feelin me Listin to good ol' boys I guess she stole her grand sons cd Yo momma, tellin you you need to be more like little wyte Yo daddy, askin you how your gunna pay your bills and get it right Yo grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song Smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong Yo momma, on sadder days fliped a benz truck on double dubs Yo daddy, wears white wear camo when he be huntin doves Yo grand mammy, has been smokin sense this cd came out and that ain't all She swiched all her voloums and replaced all her tylenol (Chorus) Yo momma, red light head bobing bumpin riddin spinners Yo daddy, in the seat stayin to the beat gettin super crunk Yo grand mammy, crunk still but twice buck as both as those up in front Pops with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk Yo momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get em Yo daddy, also thinks that there pretty cool, so you know hes wit em Yo grand mammy, doesnt give a shit as long as she can ride and jus be seen On the BIlls St. stripin 2 a.m where all the ballers be Yo momma, calls the cab from wet willys cuz shes on the floor Yo daddy, sees Mike Tyson and wanted to put a tattoo on his nose Yo grand mammy, Man I love that woman shes a trip to be around act a clown She might hit you frist fuck up after a couple rounds Yo mamma, she 25, and 16 when she had you Yo daddy, 25, 24 maybe 22 Yo grand mammy, the reason why she buck cuz shes barly 48 After the age of 23 she had a daughter by mistake (Chorus) |
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(Lil Wyte - Talking)
Wassup with y'all? I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy for making all this possible you know what I'm sayin'? When you comin' from the bay, alot of things don't seem like they can't happen in life You just gotta put effort into it, you know what I'm sayin'? H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'? (Crunchy Blac) Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real Around here a nigga tryina get them a meal Climb that hill like jack and jill But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real F**k they way you other nigga feel I'ma put a bullet in ya ass fo real So push on nigga cause you'll never get a deal F**kin' with us yeah you'll get cha self killed Get cha self killed (Fraysier Boy) Suckers run up to get beat down Never in the public unless I got my f**king heat round Niggaz got some problems leave you bitches underneath ground Oh no you niggaz didn't think a muthaf**ka weak now Niggaz tryina chill I ain't with that f**kin' cross shit Fraysier Boy'll leave yo pussy ass in the trunk bitch Hypnotize Minds muthaf**ka ya we done this Prayin' I don't have to kill a nigga over dumb shit (Lord Infamous) Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher Mafia so general gang member and pusher Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from the tommy gun Body goes numb and ya eye lids close From the lead over dose when I split cha kinda low Cause my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet (DJ Paul) I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with Nigga show it and prove it I always heard my CD wasn't big enough for a royce but I ain't believe until we bought a couple of them hoes When you was style you gotta watch what you do Cause niggaz look for the smallest reasons to point fingers at you They want so bad for somebody to come up over the 6 You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH (Juicy J) Juicy J yes I'm that nigga Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor A nigga always strapped I gots to get mine Nigga tell yo bitch quit waistin' my time F**k these wanna be thugs ain't never did crime Nigga workin' for the feds and droppin' them dimes I don't f**k with you bitches don't mess with yo kind You can stay on yo corner and sniff on yo line (NIQQA) (DJ Paul - Talking) You better hurry the f**k up if your going to do what I did nigga Plaqs all over the muthaf**kin' place, movies uthaf**kin' houses every muthaf**kin' where You better hurry up And to you bitch ass niggaz supporting them you better super muthaf**kin' hurry up and help these niggaz out Cause when somebody do take my muthaf**kin' place you muthaf**kas going to be to muthaf**kin' old to see it bitch hurry the f**k up nigga (Lil Wyte) I woke up early to see the sunrise right across from outta of my eyes Let me see these haters clearly whenever I stop down the drive by I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you have it This is not a game kin fold game not playin' with ya Gotta brang the slangs ?? ain't gone paint yo picture Some of the story we can tell it's just bout a communication The shit you take turn the head all over the nation I been waitin' for vacations and the money that I'm makin' Muthaf**kas hatin' now that I'm on they times Waisted I'ma do it for the bay and for my children and the war And let these non believers know that we all been here before Reality don't exsist like ?? dream, quote, Johnny Wide miss him bad may he rest in peace A livin' legend is what ya lookin' at and will now crown If nobody else does I will make sure Memphis is standing out |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin', sometimes I feel like I'm dyin' Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm losin', sometimes I feel like I'm losin' Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a Maybe I can feel it cause I know I'm high, maybe I can ride cause I'm born to die Maybe I can jump cause I know I'm high, maybe I can kill cause it's in my eye I don't know why I'm seein' things, I on't know, I'm bein' insane I wish I could wake up from this dream, but until then I'll feel this disease Sometimes I feel like I'm flyin', sometimes I feel like I'm dyin' Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world thinks I'm crazy Sometimes I feel like I'm losin', sometimes I feel like I'm losin' Maybe the world is against me, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a Now that I have my chance to rearranged it Crazy is the word that I use to explain it Find out, what gon' happen in the end When the ball leave the court and the paper leave the pen It's a fucked up, shit that we walk through On a daily basis, some folks you can't even talk to So I stomp through all of my obsticles with pleasure The top two's me and I, so who's better Take me to a place, everyday Sunday weather Put me in the sand, dro in my hand forever Reality strikes, the sharper teeth in the bite I feel like I been gone a month but I ain't left out ya sight I'm havin' visions of dyin' but God can control so break The only thing they truly bring to life is the shit you take I might be labelled as crazy, I'd rather be dead thant brave The recognition of my mission is to take it in hate take me to a place everyday sunday weather put me in the sand dro in my hand forever reality strikes the sharper teeth in the bite i feel like i been gone a month but i aint left out ya sight i'm havin' visions of dyin but god can control so break the only thing they truely bring to life is the shit you take i might be labeled as crazy id rather be dead than brave the recognition of my mission is to take it in hate Maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a lie I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, maybe the world is a |
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Let em kno ur ready Watch the show U recordin? How long u been recordin? Oh good I want everybody to watch the mtv hollyhood show 3 6 mafia Ya ya ya keep it live baby Youve jus been a victim of the new lil wyte album The one and only Yessir Its goin down Bumpin harder than a motherfucker Thats crazy Be on the lookout for a new up and commin album The new 3 6 mafia album the last to walk Idk if it will be in stores now or in stores right after this or sometime close around this Go get the project pat album thats in stores right now Cooked by the books Its not promoted but its in stores so u kno wat im sayin go get it Project pat Commin up right after this the new frayser boy album You kno wat im sayin Well idk wat else Streets of memphis movin And somthin, shit We needa get more artists We needa get somthin Idk wat else is comin up WE NEED MORE ARTISTS But uhhh thats pretty much it So hollatcha Enjoy this shit SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTHEFUCKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP |
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