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As I preceed to count my dividends plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches with plenty men that they done played I'm laid back up in the cut with a cup of yak I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals we pimps from Houston Texas to California for real my pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love so get where you supposed to and, do what you does, get your facial done baby do your physic well, no holdin jail over resent mail, no hoes with no clothes torn up and ripped apart domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz this pimpin got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie Chorus Hustlin, It's in my nature Hustlin, don't be afraid Hustlin, It's in my nature Hustlin, don't be afraid Verse 2 I'm creatin' havok on hood spots the hustle don't quit until the good stop but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks an lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin everything is all good until police start manhandlin picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin boss said anything, I'm makin the plan to start jettin off oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop the only thing on my mind is losin you cop Chorus Verse 3 Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees I testify, not glorify, when I get high tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes my peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin I've been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches f**kin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth Chorus Verse 3 Nigga, it's in my blood to f**k around with these thugs straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank we gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett in a major way, just witness, business flossin boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business playas I went from rags to riches to havin cash and bad ass bitches since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon those friends that wanna blaze one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin for more when it's over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers these ??? known as hustlers, nigga Chorus (until end) |
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(Intro: Yukmouth)
Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress (Is that right?), baby mamma's own Speak on this, uh (Chorus: Yukmouth) My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! (Yukmouth) My baby mamma, probably been screwed by so many dudes that she's confused Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V-12's like you and I I flew in high of Endo and I.C.E. That baby's supposed to look like me Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes? Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro? Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum, huh Platinum, until my bread come So she can try to sue me and do me like they did my man Num, my baby mamma The typical groupie, she watch me go from squattin the hoopie, to clockin loochie and the prowl I see woman livin me coochie like, catch (catch) Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support Throw up your hands if you're going to court hey The life that you live is long not short hey Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin weed on the porch with your baby mamma (Chorus: Yukmouth) My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! Your baby mamma I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna To get me back behind my back She probably f**k my partner but you can have her player partner Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) (Numskull) My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes To conceive a nigga baby and basically f**k up everything Bring your whole castle to ruins If you don't see your baby in my presence then I'm suing I knew you was scandalous, man-less, but I took a chance though Now every time a nigga get paid, I see your hands hoe (ice that dough) You stick the D.A. on me, and even worse than that you got my little baby daughter thinkin daddy phony But will she grow up; you tell her your faulty tales When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail I was in jail, you told lies to my mum Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom Now I'm, going to court for welfare-back payments Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements I got the lead on ya, you only daddy's little girl because I think your daddy's sweet on ya Your baby mamma (Chorus: Yukmouth) Why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! Your baby mamma I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna To get me back behind my back She probably f**k my partner but you can have her player partner Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) (Yukmouth) Your baby mamma's they come in all shapes and sizes With little surprises in their bellies They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies and ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin out the whole scenery My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife At night, she the type to go sleep walkin with a knife like Jason Nikitcha, tryin to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha Did ya forget its been three years since I f**ked wit'cha (bitch) Quit f**kin' my high off Quit showin up at shows askin for dough f**kin my life off Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya (hey) Tie you shoes on these down-home blues Out of all the woman I choose Your baby mamma look like boo-bleh I got some top notches I know you do to But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga (Chorus: Yukmouth) My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin with babies And tryin to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana? Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA! Your baby mamma I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna To get me back behind my back She probably f**k my partner but you can have her player partner Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!) (Outro: Yukmouth) Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's Now who go the baby mamma's dig it Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's, mamma's Hey, the section eight mamma's, mamma's Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma's? Dig it, uh, done deal |
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Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do) If not just suck (dick sold for a nickel) Verse 1: Baby tell me is it cool to touch me before we room it up do you need the strawberry booms to f**k cut up the tunes and bump what up my name is Yukmouth but that don't mean I eat the pussy or the butt out or you could get the f**k out my vehic cause, eating your pussy I can't see it a million other bitches I could be wit believe it, see it aint aloud in the Lexo don't talk that way I'll drop your ass half a block away from the ghetto with the club via Freak Nasty Debbie doesn't but drinking niggers bubble up Freak Nasty pass me that baggy of doe doe global conversation on the mo mo, dig this If you would like to blow the endo lets go Holiday Inn in the ego open the no smoke out the window roll back to back when I'm in on my business Is it cool to f**k? (bitch, whatcha wanna do) If not just suck (dick sold for a nickel) Verse 2: Billy, put your seatbelt on I aint got no bills plus once up the ass and the streets full of Tash (I just shake my ass) that aint gonna work but it will for me lets see, pull up your skirt let me feel the monkey it kinda smells you fine but you got to take a shower I could tell lets skate, blaze the hep, crack the Henney here, hit that don't, thats a no, give it back damn, you ever met a bitch that need a muzzle I got some gin in the back you can guzzle by the way whats your motherf**kin name? (you forgot alreay) shit, I just cross reference with game change your train of thought I was taught to speak now and ask questions later cause bitches quick to catch the vapors Is it cool to f**k? (bitch, whatcha wanna do) If not just suck (dick sold for a nickel) Tell me whats up Is it cool to f**k? Tell me whats up Is it cool to f**k? Verse 3: Baby tell me is it cool to f**k but you already knowin its 5 o'clock in the morning where the f**k you think we going yet bitch get blunted and beep how we creep in Vineto 600 this week though sit your asses look at mesmorizes eyes that twinkle bitches astounded by the Chinese and Peroneco hey you, hit the showel towels in the back, check it and when you done bring your ass out here surround by sounds coming out the walls my little freak nasty bitch start coming out her draws and all and all she like to eat dick, a can of balls and her jaws go down the chimney with Santa Clause wheres my bitch? three plus one equals four naked motherf**kers big orgies on the floor bitches knees sore rug burns, broken lamp shades what a party this trash made Is it cool to f**k? (bitch, whatcha wanna do) If not just suck (dick sold for a nickel) Tell me whats up Is it cool to f**k? Tell me whats up Is it cool to f**k? Is it cool to f**k? (bitch, whatcha wanna do) If not just suck (dick sold for a nickel) |
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Welcome.
Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga this the Mobb fool. Uh. I got some Killaz On The Payroll an they know when it's time to handle business nigga lay low. Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)* I fight to struggle hopin god don't stop my hustle my fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle the shots was multiple I remember blood puddles landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles baby couples I mean the strong kill the weak million dolla puzzles I done placed the last piece success is sweet I put it all back together mass melted chambers strictly guarded by Barretas uh cash means fo the jewels they get they ass beat sweat in my sleep think they found a way to blast me grossly mutha fuckaz tried to choke me sliced they throat look in my eyes now slowly your oldie that's for takin it P now what's left to play soley that's for fuckin wit me listen in the streets it's a respect thang can't tell the tune left ya non-Taxin mostly caine brought up got sold on my block most the nights I slept got awoke by shots the inner city I could care less about your pitty I'm Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me. Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)* Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it off grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off like Dustin Hoff killin MC's off wit a vengance blow the microphone up an leave it smokin when I'm finished per pound spinach my niggaz been in it an done, done it so when you come to smoke wit our records nigga you know who run it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet but never sleep on the vocabulary skillz of a nigga that's out to make mills uh my nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block cats got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast. Verse 3 *(Numskull)* If it's one thang this nigga hate it's niggaz swangin like Chimpaznes that's why it's no exception to the shit these niggaz hand me 20 years of struggle huddles an plans can't amount to millions bubble that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled no matter my home nigga my home is where I'm hustlin wit Killaz On The Payroll makin up for lost pay loads the Bay knows it's hustle-matic til you drop stop lookin bold through the cuts lookin for cops I kept on runnin for three years too mutha fuckin long and had to cope wit everythang that went wrong I got the Lord in my life not cuz religion but the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions never listened to grown folks I did my own thang so mutha fuckin what if it's the wrong thang it's only one rule I live by keep some Killaz On The Payroll nigga an get yo shit right. *(Chorus-Phats Bossalini)* x1 I got some Killaz On The Payroll an they know when it's time to handle business nigga lay low. Verse 4 *(Madd Maxx)* Presentin more urban tales of crack sales an black mail an black males, peelin black males that's why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad it's sad they did my comrad bad smoked him wit the mag now he's walkin wit a cane and wearin a shit bag my loc keep me focused got me sportin this rag wit this tradgey added to agony an frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me retaliation cuz his only climax was pay back he let his wounds heal an got more get back an low track posted up wit the family shack fully strapped wit a Benjamin big faced stack only to get attacked lookin for the sale he put in his work he swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars before the deaths of Biggie and Tupac Shakur Is this the effects of being young black an poor? Do we genetically have what it takes to endure? had killaz lookin for him from Crenshaw to 5th Wards to the O-A-K 6-9 Vill keeps it real cuz men sharpen men like steel sharpen steel we warriors for the skrill wit a whole lot of will an I'm never gonna put down my sword an kill cuz I'm out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill. Yeah, straight Mobbulation/Affiliation. Run up squared and put down assassination *(Chorus)* x2 I got some Killaz On The Payroll an they know when it's time to handle business nigga lay low (Uh, you niggaz ain't knowin) Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* Uh, uh. Well it's that Vill nigga that real nigga that fill niggaz wit hot ones combined wit L we doubled barrelled guns mutha fuckaz best run fuckin around wit Al-bum, Num. 2 so do not be fuckin around wit we and we won't fuck around wit you I do hang wit Dru I do not be fuckin wit busta niggaz like you can't trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I don't be drinkin no brew, I do get high til I kiss the sky an straight up run this juss Hindu, I do I go under and under like True Lies shakin these fleas and shoo-flys royalties from Noo-Trybe got niggaz tryin to twist me like screw drivers but fuck what you claimin we ain't Mack 10 hoobangin, hooride So who die? Nobody ever knew cuz true killaz don't fuck wit niggaz like you bumpin yo gums bout who got ya feelin the blues drunk an I say grabbin yo pumpkin head like "Ooooh" I been the Ice Cream Man since '92 comin through in the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes fuck too Tru's Vogues give the hoes blues bitches choose to lose plus I puff indo, fool how could you refuse I do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like you but only if you knew my gang I'd have you running trains through the crew I do but since I got funk wit that No Limit crew somethin new niggaz been tryin to step on my shoes you know who that nigga got a perm like Dru burn like two Remmies when he perform for you I do kick it wit real niggaz from Frisco back to my niggaz from Get Low the RBL my nigga cool Nut 11/5 bump this in yo seven ride get a show and bring you about seven die mutha fuckaz startin to bribe but niggaz ain't bumpin no 4-TAY cuz he too busy (bietch) tryin to smoke some more yay uh Jose around the Bay I knew he be funny lookin like G-Money nigga puffin voos heard you got married to a crack like you need to get some Get Right like Mac Mall cuz it act like you can't rap at all we havin jobs and swingin on platinum balls so don't get flat on your walls an get snatched up in a U-Haul cuz you'se a bitch nigga like RuPaul You all think you gonna make money dissin my crew? But only if you knew nigga. You fuckin wit these Mobb niggaz fool, uh. I got some Killaz On The Payroll an they know when it's time to handle business nigga lay low. I got some Killaz On The Payroll an they know an they know. |
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(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (Yukmouth) Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it gets around it while niggas quit (woah!) This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin Nigga like whas' happenin'? You can keep them sassy the dickey used to Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'? With a hundred gun and a hundred click to the sto', they get phillies To we get blunted as we wanna get (Chorus: Yukmouth) P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (Poppa L.Q.) I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth Without givin' up no cocker food stamps I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit (Chorus: Yukmouth) P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S We mess with phillies we roll big phillies (I wanna get blunted my brother) (The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.) How many blunts do you blow on the daily Many money I blow many, many, many I smoke plenty (well, won't your black ass quit being stingy) I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?) (You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun) (Blow one for the po-one) (Nigga, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one) No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs (Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs) But no fund, no gas money (Well, even if a dummy has money) (He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money) My blunt is my keeper like cash money Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered bombs, stick, green grass money Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side (hash money) (Yukmouth) Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed then I started sellin' weed Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke to catch Mozik than a spellin' bee Cause I smoke they ass under the table The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie (Poppa L.Q.) I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin' again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again I storms in like a mighty blast of wind Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*) (High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man) (Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit) (Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit) (Man, you already know do') (Numskull) Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up Smellin' like ass hemp's and grine, cocky mouth chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo-nanny If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller But you gotta crack the window though Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot Nigga I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot Nigga I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes (fuck y'all) And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother) You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga) Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*) (*Laughter till fade*) |
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Thugs die, why me?
[Verse 1] [Numskull:] All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me Simply cuz I may do in this world what God sent me If I said that I was gonna die, Would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin' Would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin' Do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big Loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes Jewels an big high rollin to the big part Of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love Until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill One fellow dies in his click then it's all hell Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones Now, between east and west there's problems It's true cuz who knows when you gonna die, who Knows when and where, who knows tha reason why Who goes and who stays who pause in these days Who paves the roads ways Who makes bread and who plays Not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die I wanna die in this business as a thug So I ask you, why? [Chorus:] Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane [Verse 2] [Yukmouth:] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin' To God cuz only God can solve the problems of today Get on my knees and pray, I cry and say If I die today please take my soul away Make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son So many people with money fall victim of the gun For tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs Wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't Wanna die this quickly God the most expert hitman on earth to get me Had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other First Pac now Biggie, what really goes on Lets hold on, like En Vogue, cuz when them devils want you gone You gone, tombstones and funeral Homes keep yo game strong My little homie got his brains blown (POW!) Ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya Dudes, how many brothers must we lose Before we hit tha ballers fued It's only hurtin' me and you Cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use Dont be confused, these ??? folks to us Control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy Man look what they did to Kennedy Why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa [Chours] [Verse 3] [Numskull:] 1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans Can't amount to millions bubble That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads My motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado Or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond, Got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine And by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things In your ear (what) bubble for 20 Years if the world is still here [Yukmouth:] Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread Get indicted by the feds And family members end up dead, REDRUM I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher Then of course the terms they got worser Everyday is a different murder, so many Funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts In the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin Cuz I lost my momma then my father in '95, I ask the lord why Why thugs die, why do thugs die It's like that there playboys Watch your back cuz it's goin' down man This goin' out to all the fallen soldiers Who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin My playboy Tupac, rest in peace My playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace To all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody You know (world wide) Reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor Smoke some blunts with your folks They lookin' down on us proud There is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real Believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh [Chorus] [Till end] |
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[Redman]
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill nah nah hold up homie) We takin over! Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu Nile crack their composure (We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps [Luniz] Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines off each other's booty love the Luniz I went from smokin dubs to QP's Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cause big dope had his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think Chorus: Redman and Luniz Sex, money, drugs, music Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz... "I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down" "Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down" "Cold turn the party out" (repeat 2X) [Luniz] Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah! Two lay ya blunt, players with cream If I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic' Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good [Redman] Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar School scholars on knowledge to move dollars I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's You're facin, the Cochise of operation And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!) And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Chorus 1/2 [Redman] I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets? It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherf**kin crew I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk Blaze high, then smoke [Luniz] Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll two and two, four deep makes a crew Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino Players we know, ain't no gambino Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi But clown you more like Downtown Judy Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen Chorus (repeat to fade) |
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(Chorus: The Luniz)
Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (Numskull) This rap here goes to all you player haters Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds Been grindin' for nine and half years now I'm rhymin' Reclinin' meal tickets couldn't be lookin' me in the eye I'm sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!) Because I'm all between they wife's thighs But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die Hella high, it's the mobb blowin' greenery till we die So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide I creep through when your husband's at the job Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds of hibachi shrimp and I don't even rock Versacci pimpin dudes But when I'm through, you never knew I touched her Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!) Handcuff your hoes (The Luniz) When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly) Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me) Cause they know they hoes ain't faithful (and my eyes is on them all) And I'll snatch them if I'm able (hey, put this lighter on the balls) Olly-olly-oxenfree, don't hesitate to give your hoes to me (Numskull) Uh, I'm used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!) Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy Off the expecting them, feel breezy Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOME) Before you find your breezy (GONE) It'll be for life, only players when I'm beerin' at I want the better things in life Nice, he ain't hearin' that I ain't the nigga to be buyin' bitches clothes they know that and still keep So handcuff your hoes (handcuff your hoes) (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes) (Yukmouth) Hey Mrs. Big Butt (why you always cry?) She fight all the time (Oh my, my, my) He's been cheatin' on you, but don't worry, please dry your eyes Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high (HOW HIIGGH!), high enough to kiss the sky, on the real I wonder why beautiful girls date fat guys He must got his cape on tight, oh look up in the sky (WHHHYYY!), now that's a Captain Save-Her fo' sure Me being like that no, no, no, no, no I know some hoes don't want to be a dumb-dummy but don't play around and disrespect my money Like a gun I'll take you away And if you niggas act a fool, I'll spray you with the AK Just let me take the hoe (and go peacefully) Let me skip into the sunset (like tweed-de-lee-de-lee) I like to come and so do you If you can take one nut then you can take two And it's true, we likes to party (TO PARTY!) We likes to party (Chorus: The Luniz) Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes) Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes), I'm breezy |
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(feat. 2 Live Crew & Christion)
[Numskull talking] Like they always say, what's good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. Let's Get high. [Christion] 20 blunts, a day, Hin, an ala-zae. 20 blunts, a day, Hin, an ala-zae. [Christion, Numskull, Yukmouth] One,[echos],(Drink-A-Lot.... all day) Two,[echos] Five,[echos],(Smoke-A-Lot.... all day) Twenty,[echos] [Verse 1: Numskull] You know what I came to do, Came to drink wit a gold face same as you, Drop a fifty on the bar, For a fifth of Hindu, Got freaks wit me gotta get gin too, I know hoes think the same as me, Cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty, Pullin niggaz on the floor, Dance nasty as you wanna, Rub-a-dub-dub, Lap dance in the corner, Same ol shit, Same ol hits, Same ol click, Same ol dick, Bitch don't look in my eyes, Cuz I ain't payin, Ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin, Juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see, Cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me, Pop a coochie to the back, Pop a coochie to the front, But damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT, What ya really want, What ya really need, Pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed, Girl I always pictured you in neon lights, Big 44 double D's, What a sight, You an me both we can get respect, Two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck, You my type, You ol hoe, You my type, You know. [Chorus: Christion] Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl. Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world. Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day, Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm lookin this way. Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo. Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store. Hin, an ala-zae, I can't keep my vision straight. Hin, an ala-zae. [Verse 2: Yukmouth] ZAE?? Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot, Why you smoke?? 20 blunts a day, you don't choke, Why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat, Get up while my dick on yo coat, An I'm bumpin Too $hort, Down the block, Three on fourth, My nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E., Nickle an dime ass nigga, To a top hat balla, Big rigga like E-Fourtee, Niggaz know me, Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees, Whole keys, See me in a E-3 dub, Rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk, Peep us, Only bad bitches beep us, Turn yo main squeaze into a cheata, Smokin reefa, Took off my DK's, An she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka, An her pussy, Lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see, Mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie, Woogie, Bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie, An be a, Ride a Benz wit my knees what?? Breakin trees up, Rollin weed up, On my way to the V-up, To put the g's up, See Yuk, Hella high, tinky eyed like Korea. [chorus] 20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day. 20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger. 20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed. 20 blunts a day, that's why I'm lookin this way. 20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo, 20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo, 20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze 20 blunts a day. Blazed. [2 live Crew] [Verse 3: Black Marquis] Do it on the way to San Jose, 20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay, Niggaz I'm scratch, But they call it Killa Kali, I'm walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies, 20 bag please, 20 Deep East, I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree, Wit my dime piece mommie, Queen bees keeper, When the bitch shake her ass, Nigga you should see her, Wit a taped on braclet, Diamond laced watches, Mosskimo jeans, Wit her condoms in the pocket, The bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag, Sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag, Slidin off g-string off in a coach bag, Dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash. [Verse 4: Young Smooth Ice] Back to the side where niggaz blaze, Home of the crew, an the booty shake, Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin, Dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin, Lookin fo the one that'll do me right, Who keep me cummin all through the night, Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees, Fuck me, Suck me, But nigga please, Let a nigga hit it, Bitch I know you wit, From the back, cuz my dicks all in it, I stick it in, like it ain't no thang, Dick stay hard, OD'd on Ginseng, Come an be my private dancer, A playa like me is yo only answer, Holla at yo boy if you wanna play, I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. [echos] [chorus] |
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