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(Da Brat) (JD)
Come on then, shit (So give it to 'em, whoa!) Lay your head back (Whoa!) Lay it on me (Whoa! Whoa!) And for the money (Yeah whoa!) You can lay that shit on me too (Whoa!) But for now let's talk about riding Yeah I'm saying it's like this (Brat where are you at?) (Da Brat) You know its So So Def Cause I'm the B to the R-A T the most eligible bitch today And these niggas wanna ride with a dime like me They say they like the way the system pound in my jeep I got two twelve's that bump from wall to wall So loud that he headlights blink on and off I laugh when people watch I don't stop I shine It's attractive to motherfuckers that love to grind I sparkle from the rims to the chain to the watch To the rings to the ears to the wrists to the glocks To the parts in the braids Shorties that stop to watch throw on the shades Cause Da Brat got gleam for days Sunroof open let the sun shine in Baking the fuck out of me and all my friends In the backseat, stay in the front Ain't no room in the trunk Just a devastating woofer that bump You know! (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Uh I keep the windows down So when I hit the stoplight All the niggas standing around spot what they like They shoot me the 'Come Here' finger But the music's so loud I just smile And act like I don't see 'em I've done had one or too many shots of Tequila But when it's set to crunk I need my liquor Loud and rowdy naturally Pull up to my truck and smile But you ain't proud of me I left you in the rearview with a look of disgust And a mad mug cause your windows almost bust I can't fathom the thought of my seats not rumbling And people catching whiplash when I past in front of 'em I'm flashy and I don't care if you know From the C to the H-I-C-A-G-O I'm fresh to death no matter how I'm dressed It's even hard for the cops to put me under arrest Irresistibly huggable and lovable when I gotta wiggle myself out of the trouble I get in I'm Da Brat officer he turned and laughed And said stop disturbing and got an autograph (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) (Da Brat) Roll up a fat one and pass it around Lots of niggas hear the sound now they flagging me down Get attention when I drive by cause I'm so fly Shorty the pimp represent the West Side of Chi Know the haters watching I love making 'em sick I tear the roof off this mother like Parliament People ride with me just to feel the bass in their chest And be reminded of how it sounds So So Def (JD) See what we do other niggas can't That's why for ten long years I've been making 'em dance You know? Me and Da Brat it's family boy Ya know? We ain't never gon' break down For y'all hatin' ass niggas We gon keep on and keep on Ya heard? (We ready!) (JD & Da Brat) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) So So Def is the place and we Ain't never gon stop With Da B-R-A-T We gon keep this bitch on lock We the best at what we do Getting paper making all the moves And anybody that wants some Nigga we ready for you (We ready!) |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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[Da Brat](Tyrese)
Oh, look out Oh uh, come on What'Chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah) What'Chu like, me on a, whut? (What'Cha like, what'cha like?) What'Chu like? (Can you tell me, baby) Why? How? All night long (All night long) [Da Brat] I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with Good conversation plenty big faces It's a must I stay luxurious Jewelry cut precision like I bust Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up It's evident, shit I can't be touched Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do Shine so bright in the wet U2 You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit Frostbit, December Unrestricted Drop dead, the cost is priceless Due to the content I suggest you'll like this 1 - [Tyrese] What do you like? A whole lot of foreplay Right before you get it started What do you like? Me on top You on the bottom, tight body What do you like? Somebody that can make you say Wow, oh wow, all night long All night long, tell me [Da Brat] Whassup? The setting, a hot-ass club And you still be sweating me I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love But nigga just let me breathe Damn, you cute as hell so let's switch the digits Then I got to leave And you can buy me a couple of drinks But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed And I like it when you keep your eyes on me And I like it when you touch my privacy And I like it sex and ecstasy When the belt buckle loosen up, undress me Already juiced up, that come naturally Wax on and off so romantically No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can Ask if you curious to know what I like, man Repeat 1 [Da Brat] Let me tell you something Well I start at the top of the list With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips My medallion sit in the middle of my tits It's hit after hit, shit sweet every sip Down to the last drip drop, watch the hips rock Color Me Bad, tick tock you don't stop 'Till the thick thighs, dick rise when I skip by I ain't surprised I'm what'chu like nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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(Da Brat) (JD)
This a test (Bounce) uh uh uh oh This ain't no test (Bounce) uh uh uh oh It's the real shit (Bounce) uh uh uh oh (Bounce) uh uh uh oh Yeah (Bounce) uh uh uh oh (Bounce) uh oh (bounce) (Da Brat) (JD) If you can feel it in your back (Baby) It's the sounds of the motherfuckin' Brat (Baby) In the corner passing blunts sippin' Yack (Baby) And if you must play the game Then gamble the stake's raised Take baby to Vegas I need the paper My flesh burnin' Niggas got me under surveillance their necks turnin' I'm an international playa, close observation The best policy is to stay in y'all faces The bad seed, I get niggas like I breath it's easy Been through niggas lyin' and cheatin' with bitches that's sleazy None of it's worth repeatin' If you flash money, spend that money or you can beat it I'mma star now, so it wasn't really shit for me to get shot down Spit illicit, unrestricted game, I'm independent Open the door to the bank but g's spent this 1 - If you out here doing things You're a honey getting money Playin' all of these fellas like dummies Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell them they better back up) (Playa, playa back up) If you out here doing things (Doin' doin' thangs) You're a playa getting money Spending none on none of these hoes Make all the right moves when it comes to the game (Tell 'em they better back up) (Shorty, shorty back up) (Ja Rule) For the first time I can see my lifeline And you're ahead of me Thank God hard to imagine me But Lord why me? I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me? Been through lesbianage, menage et trois Been even synonymous to hoes that floss and trick their dough If you livin' it, my life You live it as limited Cause too many worlds collide the killer degenerate I'll die in it As long as I keep my guns burn And Brat pushin' the Verge And the crack isn't German Listen Ja bring the heat catching niggas on their third wind We supply the pressure (Baby!) Shit it'll never end try to get out But baby you're locked in My world sip Hen and suffer from sin I'm sickening like Heroine Ja Rule the veteran, true with you But baby girl if you Repeat 1 (Da Brat) A girl like me need a lot So I proceed to plot And continue to add pieces to the rock collection that I got Shine on y'all light up the whole block I'm causing on Ja (Ja Rule) Shit on a nigga like me you need a lot Coming with game, what'chu got It's murda, if you don't get shot I clicky-clack on those pot post up on niggas Fuck y'all bitches (Da Brat) Shit fuck y'all niggas, you can't live without pussy Be disrespectful and get no more nookie Most of these hoes check y'all cause niggas ain't shit (Ja Rule) Y'all dismissed and y'all know Bitches ain't shit But live with it if the dick don't fit (Da Brat) Get it or quit it And acquaint Shaunte with your money I gotta get it Repeat 1 till end w/ Da Brat ad-libs (Da Brat) All I'm saying is do thangs Ya know what I'm saying Make the right moves Ya know what I'm saying Man, woman, boy, or girl Pimp, prostitute, he-heh Do thangs to get that loot Ya know what I'm saying Tell 'em to back up Cause it's the Da Brat So, So |
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| 5. |
| 4:15 |
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[Kelly Price]
Hmm, wonderin' where you been, baby, baby I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (I wanna know, I wanna know) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (You've been runnin' around creepin' and pimpin' baby) I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' (oh) We've been runnin' out of time (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey) Tired of your lying [Da Brat] Uh, uh Really though how much time you think I got? The clock is ticking, it's ticking away You're slippin' away fucking the honeys on the block stop Cause if I gotta drop kick a ho, I'll kill her fa'sure Let's stick around till the murderer curse How you gonna creep with me and sleep with her? At the moment in time, my vision must have been blurred Cause I ain't think you deserve to lose the nerve for fools Shit people were saying was absurd to me But I certainly never thought you would take it to the degree Of hurtin' me, purposely We were supposed to be husband and wife So I dedicated myself to you Why? So you could keep a chick on the side Cause if I sneak a dick on the side you lookin' to die And booking me a ticket to Chi cause you choose to lie I need a nigga with an attitude, maturative mind Give me gratitude when I'm giving him shine No matter who the bastard was I was passed his love But he never ran fast enough I'm a master at the craft cause I roll with some master thugs Laughin' as I pass you up Should've told me that you wanted to get ass and fuck I would've set it up so we all had some fun You assist to get around I'll be the aid and assist you to get out Thank them hoes cause you're shit out of luck And I don't regret what I spit out and bust I'm sick and tired of you, us I'm tired of sittin', cryin' and being alone Nigga if you want to roam the streets then just let me be There's a whole gang of niggas that wanna hit my sheets [Kelly Price] I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (Come on baby yeah) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (I've been yeah) I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' (Not gonna cry no more, baby no) We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying (Yeah you've been lying, lying baby) [Da Brat] Shit all I ever did was wait and look out the window And smoke me some endo It drove me to drinkin' and getting bent mo' Gave myself 100% more time to think Was love designed to stink? Repeatedly you lied to me Told you to confide in me Ain't nothin' them other hoes could do Cause I molded you To fit properly was inside of me When you're strokin' them You're thinkin' of riding me And most of them hopin' to slide with me Cause I'm a ferocious hoe When it comes to freaky shit the dopest You had to blow this It's all out of proportion and lost your focus Wasting my time cause I'm just getting older You're the reason I keep a chip on my shoulder 44 in the holster bulletproof vest under my clothes I'm supposed to trust you Every time I leave town I bust you, fuck you The moaning and groaning Led me to the pillow where you laid you head Felt like I'd rather be dead instead Went ahead followed the sound through the hallway You said you'd always be true But the neighbors say the bitch was there all day with you That's why you ain't answered when I was paging you I hit the door, you duck and dove She tried to find her clothes Y'all was dodging bullets holes together You gonna stay with that broke hefer You know who the So So Defest is I ain't gotta show a motherfucker breastesses To keep 'em interested in You better recognize the good investment >From the West Side of Chi nigga [Kelly Price] (I've been) I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (Said I've been wonderin' where you've been) (Wonderin' where you've been) We've been runnin' out of time (We've been runnin', runnin' out of time) Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' (Cause I'm tired of lies baby) I've been sittin' home alone at night (Don't wanna be alone) I've been cryin' (Don't wanna be alone, no, no) We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying (yeah) [Kelly Price] (Da Brat) (2000) I've been wonderin' where you've been sleepin' (AP hit me on the trizzack, deuce, deuce ya know?) We've been runnin' out of time Cause you wanna be creepin', pimpin' I've been sittin' home alone at night I've been cryin' We've been runnin' out of time Tired of your lying You're outta time, you're outta time, you're outta time (Whoo! And I'm running out of breath) |
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| 6. |
| 3:44 |
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Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' shit? You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him Bounce to this, come on 1 - Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for) They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for) Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for) The ball all night type Frontin', screaming, thug life That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for) Uh I get high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the pussy 'Till it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat Till you come back for more Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight You ain't gotta tell me So So Def is the way that I flow Made to blow, pave the road Unfadable, capable to save your hoe Wherever I go, stack dough I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke If its time to lick of shots he don't trust Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low For the show stopper, this for the know nadas Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the Range And wait for me to finish performing backstage Never have a nigga yawning When they keep up with the shorty Weed pumping as strong as me Gotta be the ball all night type I like it every minute when he charmin' me Repeat 1 Stretch out your arms Flip out your wrists Let me see what to hit for I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock When we stepping in the door we killing 'em Let the heads know we ain't feeling them Or affiliated with them I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop Niggas that wanna show off Don't just stop My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And just chill for Brat Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out nigga need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip out Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out Never leave the house without weed and a glock Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box And in the drawer when he find his underwear I keep a fresh do rag in his hair Repeat 1 That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for |
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| 7. |
| 4:18 |
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(Da Brat)
I Don't stop, I stay hot, y'all stay shocked, we keep it locked Just throw yo hands in the air motherfuckas I came to make y'all freak one another I, I keep bangin', I keep slangin' We keep watching niggas die for simple things So I keep swingin', fuckin' a nigga head up Dead up, I'm fed up feel my lead bust (22) Now I don't stop, but I smoke weed I ain't gotta pop rocks no more I got G's Just wave you hands from side to side Cause we gone show keep it live We got greed in our eyes, I keep spittin', I keep rippin' I keep women, I creep and keep hittin' They impressed with my shoe size, deuce I'm with you tonight Girl if you do it right, me and you can do it twice (Da Brat) When I'm called on to bust, wanna get yo brawl on with us Can't ball with us, too hard to touch 22 fuckin' up they callin' us (22) Im the first one off the bus, got nuts to lust They keep rushin' for status, some more than you got it All for cabbage as far as we got it (Da Brat) So don't push me, I'm too close to the edge Bout to go loco on these niggas, leave'em for dead, and (22) When it's time for us, bitch we diamond cut I'm 22, We West-Chi (Da Brat) And I'm da motherfuckin' Brat right Hook: (say 2x) If you won't ride then say so, why play make dough Turn playa hatin' foes to hoes Too strong for your nose, shoot up I got the best blow It's potent and rushed out the stores, cop yours (22) When I hit the door, nigga best move, guess who We ain't got no dress shoes, just a couple scarves and a vest too Test who why you trippin' we came to party Run game and probably leave the party with somebody Gotta be hard, women they love to touch it And when I fuck 'em they hypnotized Sprung cause I hit it right, tongue tied sometimes Like Zinfandel wine, got they mind blown In my zone, I'm a grown man, gone I ain't tryin' to keep her She got nice features, but so do Mesha, Imma keep creepin' Keep getting deeper they playa hate me all of a sudden A new kid bussin', you hear it hush and she Scared to cut fuckin' too many hoes, me I got Twenty hoes, I'ma hoe, be a hoe, spend the dough, see a show Let it be known playa west to east Cause I'm the dog that fell in love with the Georgia Peach Hook (Da Brat) I heard you wanna hit this twat, nigga I thought not Fell up in the party with a phat knot, glock cocked Got too much of my own shit to stop And look for niggas, when I make any dick rock Shook them niggas, took all they cheese, still they say They body's callin' for me, wanna go half on a seed and shit Fuck that, I got half on the weed and shit and I'm Brat One of a kind of my breed and shit and you can find me On the West Side of Chi with my thieving click, believe a bitch Cause ain't no nigga hated on the pussy yet Squeeze the dick, got grip, they can't forget Ain't a hoe tight like me, flow tight like me Quote, write and recite, fuck all night like me They say is she is or is she ain't a dyke You curious cause you wanna fuck me tonight Hook |
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| 4:09 |
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Ay homie
Ay yo Shit wassup with you What...I make ya horny huh (giggle) I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit You act like you want some nigga.....do you? (Da Brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records Make the whole table go crazy the first second Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle Under that disco ball so I could shake a little This shit for yall who dance with me Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically Don't get carried away with it I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me You been chasing me for the longest time Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga Chorus: Homie, you act like you want some Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh All up on me having a good time I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x) (Da Brat) I put my hands on the back of your fade And we danced till the crack of dawn came To the sun raise up its on Still got stamina to take you home Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her You wanna fuck with the funk bandit Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat And making eye contact Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me That you feel horny cuz I wanna know If you want some of this I wish you tell me so Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go Home with me be alond with me to get some mo' Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on ya mind Chorus: say 2x (22) Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective No chick can neglect this Just listen when I stress this The bitch was breathless Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar Uh huh wassup shorty Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades Stack off plubicades Lack when it comes to brains More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the game Rack'em they love my name 22 Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really enject 2 With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh Chorus: say 4x |
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| 3:53 |
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Chorus:
Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh) It taste best with you Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade (Da Brat) If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the Storay Negligee hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop Cuz its twice as nice when its frosted up Sweetness like this could never cost enough With a so so twist try this stuff Mouth watering love succulent to all taste buds Must of been us you was dreaming of the crush I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the lust Then jiggle the lemons a little so they feen to touch Cream to us say nuh thing to us scared Premium pink stuff and swing with us sweetened it up To it make you wanna say ooh its cool Chorus: say 2x (Da Brat) I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright You can come and escapade in my escalade Lay me flat on my back and slurp away I get action in a Bentley with no brains Just pure satisfaction cracking with no cain I came for the thrill of it I ain't looking for real love Just the feel of it After just one taste you still bugging Da black cat make you wanna handle business Until the pleasure principle kick it it If you hit this I'll make you tell your wife and your Mistress To leave town cuz they been evicted Hit up a record store pick up Brat and get addicted Chorus: say 2x (Da Brat) A thirst quenching mouth watering concoction Your only option drink to ya pink why stop it One think its refreshing isn't it the best when you Sipping it Heaven sake honey buns built for dipping in Money come quicker than a two minute brother That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it Stick when too dry so keep sturring It still be the sweet even if it turn syrup Hurry up and get a cup full cop fills and get' cha cap Peeled back Rash a little rat first smash went classic Even with my homies hlep on the west you wack Sincerely Brat where my girls at We stick together in the rain Batches of pink lemonade bringing da pain Any day and every minute make you wanna get up in It Cuz its just that cool Chorus: say 4x |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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Verse 1:
Uh, any chance I get I'm on a plane I book advance tickets and pay the fees with no complaints In the summer its off the hook no time to waste Just lie at the lake and I'm shoulder dry to the taste Even though some niggas I grew up with hate I keep a few good homies that try to stay outta jail Tonio tell me what the bail is it'll be there And when you get out my coke tail here The crack head deals in my daddy And all he seem to dream about is bad ass habits The gun shots scream loud So I soak the radio from upstairs to outside the house With the extended cord no night is boring On the front porch even if its pouring In the summer, winter, fall, or spring I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing Chorus: Chi town chi town the city where I'm from As a kid to who I become live to get what I want Chi town the city with the best skylines Born there that's home there in my lifetime Chicago show'em how we do The best place some hate but they still come through Chi town the city with the best skyline Born there that's home there in my lifetime Verse 2: The liquor store on every corner packed The bus run twenty-fo and my stop Jackson Fire hydrant busted time for action Niggas come out like its the beach in Miami The cops chase thiefs all through the alley and don't stop These niggas kill for rocks If you can't stand up for your spot don't squat Shop for a vacant lot or get shot Cuz Chicago niggas don't play them games When it comes to slanging them thangs for the money mane Fuck around and get short for the playas ball And call don Juan to flash green on yall The pimps got the hoes pinned up on the wall Just pass me the blunt and I puff it all In the summer, winter, fall, or spring I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing Chorus Verse 3: Don't worry about what I do for my city Some of yall run your mouth too much and what a pity If you outside looking in, shit seem pretty But its a lot of shit to do with bitch...I did it I'm cold in the winter my mink track the flow With the hat to match cadillacs in the snow If its a block party the whole hood know Niggas from 3 and 1st streets overcome the smoke Its K Town times 22 next shine Who label he on mine Westside nigga right To my Southside niggas and my Eastside niggas And my Northside niggas get high We really don't give a fuck what side you from Just keep on hollering out Chi!!! In the summer, winter, fall, or spring I love it when my bitches and my ballers sing Chorus: say 2x |
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| 4:29 |
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Blazin' hiphop and R N B
DJ Clue Desert Storm New Mariah Often imitated never duplicted W C L U E Whoohoo Guess who's back in the mother With two big old tities for your mouth Heart breakers my part taker the sensation So So Def and Clue hits in the mane Guess who droppin the five double o Like yippe yi yippi yo yay When I talk smack ya'll better skip back like here we go cuz the bitch don't quit Boy your love's so good I don't wanna let go no no I should I can't leave you alone 'Cause your soul is haunting me Caught up in the midst of you And I cannot resist At all Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Holding me fellin me Is what you know to break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Need someone to give me some real love Why When I met ya that night baby I didn't know it wouldn't last I give my love to you honey Wish I could take it all back See I have never met a guy C'mon yeah yeah That was better at telling lies Should've known you'd break my heart If Da Brat gave a fuck about a nigger My heart would be broke Should have know you were star struck when I left you so My guard was up in the beginning but then I gave you my heart and you broke it again I'm a fool when you smile at me I'm convinced I get caught up in you when I just can't resist I know you lie to me It just drives me nuts This one kiss could persuade me to believe your bluffs You set it up impressin me with gifts and rings I wish love was dollars cuz money ain't a thing when I think of MC blew the party I got a ready to play somebody Is that tell me you Is that for each member of my crew With that I'm gonna heartbreak you Now you flat on your back You really don't know So I'd advise you not to trust me yo Baby I'm the real thang So what ya got me sweatin you consistantly baby Baby I got the good thing So why you makin love to me you crazy baby I like the way he used to spank me He used to lie me on my back take that He used to have me in the sac legs back But now he be buggin lately Hey boy why you actin stinky I keep it stiff like wood baby So if you wanna keep a good lady You need to stop with all the heart breaking Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me But I just keep on comin' back incessantly Oh why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart Heart breaker you've got the best of me |
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