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(feat. Mystikal, Jazze Pha, Qua Bo Gold)
[Hook x15] WE GOT THIS HERE [Qua Bo Gold] Every since I could remember, I was a lil' ol' boy I was ghetto natural baby, I never let em' steal my joy Even though I had lonely days, I know he heard my praise I didn't even know which way but yet I come all this way I'm from red Claymore, I'm from Blessing Brook I represent all them hood, I backwoods Might not of been sure baby but I'm ridin' pure baby I know if I have faith and guard maybe I can endure baby I don't worry about facin' haters, I breaks em' off my dear I put it on noon for life, I say we gots this here [Hook x15] [Jazze Pha] Guess what we hot this year and you are not this year Man you can't stop this here, first week in the number slot this year Got shit on lock this year, glock gon' go pop this year Candy toys gon' drop this year, niggas left in a maze lost this year A pimp current gon' pop this here, the Impala don't stop this year Ya girlfriend gon' cut this year, runnin' all up in them guts this year We got this here, here Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready, cut em' with the machete Comin' down here nigga, drop top Chevy Y'all ain't ready to mob with real heavy Jazze Pha, the one ya love to hate All in ya face with a slap this year Give a fuck nigga who ya with Nigga back on up, we got this here [Hook x15] [Mystikal] The man right chea' When I come up in this bitch ya can't stand right chea' It's gettin' ugly, these niggas gettin' itchy These bitches gettin' funky, it's gettin' real out chea' Sick and tired of these niggas with the dumb shit, fuck shit Y'all talk a whole lot of shit But when I catch ya in the street then ya face off top Like a man you a whole lot of bitch I got this here Keep ya hand out my pocket or get shot this year Let the glock cock, snap Watch a nigga get knocked back Look, been about this here I come in this bitch gully People that smilin' stand up and rushin' the alley And if ya prevaily I'm bustin' they ass and bitch ya know it's there [Hook x15] |
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(feat. Deuce Poppi, Trina)
[Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 1: Trina] I'm a first class chick wit a platinum voice See me in Bal Harbor in a platinum Porsche I'ma stay that rich chick - never broke fa sho You wanna send for me - baby charter the G4 That's the Leer Jet - that's how you break me off Touchin in the cockpit while we takin off You got me ridin in yellow Ferrari's and Harley's Icey Bagari's, midnight manage's "Take it to the House" - let me stretch you out Lock you in my bedroom - I never let you out I got you loose on X, get your mind rollin Handcuffed to the headboard, blindfolded Wit the candles lit - we gettin scandalous The Maridia Suites - In Los Angeles I'm the +Baddest Chick+ - wit that bump and grind And I know just what it take for me to make you mine [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 2: Deuce Poppi] Yea, yea, yea You a bad lil summin - aint'cha?! 20 karat tennis bracelet 'round ya ankle I got the chick like you - wit a lotta loot Body cute enough disguise that body suit - just me and you Round trip to Vegas and back Pop Cris' - shoot dice - and make us a stack You can drive the rest, now give a thug a try I put you in that brand new Benz bucky eye I aint trickin' baby girl but I break bread You get the "Keys to the Range" like Jagged Edge I wanna lay this pipe till ya half dead I'll cut ya hard enough to break ya brass bed I wanna teach ya everything that a thug learned Doggystyle on the floor wit the rug burns Lil' Momma if ya scurred, then go to church scared Cause I'ma hit that thang harder than Jevon Kearse Wha wha?! [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [Verse 3: Deuce Poppi] Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Lil' Momma you finger lickin, like Roscoe's Chicken Wussup wit this stitchin - that midnight trickin? Yo body, I wanna ride like a Ducati Like Kawasaki, mami don't get 'ocki Plus I'm thick stocky and my wrist rocky Just get on top me till that oochie get sloppy Mirrors on the ceiling, look up, you can watch me When you feel that nut comin, scream (Deuce Poppi!!) [Trina] Best believe - playboy when I lay witcha I got "69 Ways" to play witcha I'm a rich chick - I don't need ya bread All I need is yo head 'tween my legs Tell yo girlfriend you comin' home late tonight You straight the night - I'mma get this thang actin' right Admit it - I'm the best that ever did it Anytime - any place - you know a chick wit it [Hook 1: Deuce Poppi] How could a thug like me get wit a girl like you Tell me what should I do - to get a girl like you [Hook 2: Trina] How could a girl like me get wit a thug like you Tell me what should I do - to get a thug like you [x2] |
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(feat. Ludacris)
[People talking in the background] [Ludacris talking] Yeah, they never seen that shit comin' Greg Street and Ludacris, Georgia to Texas All over y'all ass Dirty South nigga, check it [Ludacris] Now I'm an honest ho and all my hoes is honest Luda make you brace yourself like orthodontist I'm hooked on chronic and Smirnoff twist But know ass in spandex is a turn-off bitch It's not right like chapped lips if you givin' some mouth Niggas want me on a song so I give em' the South Thirty a verse, cars just for sixteen bars And that's before I did this, so it probably went up Eighty thousand dollar bonds, I ain't givin' a fuck Cause that's change in my pocket, 45 I cock it Click before I spit then it's time to scram Bought a Cutlass on dubs, colored candy yams And that's bowling ball paint so I roll the lane Keep a poker face bitch and I fold the game On a come up, get done up and it's time to creep Freestyle motherfucker, nightmare on Greg Street |
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