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Ay world, this Streets 101
I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon And a quarter bird of TrackBoy Music [Chorus:] Hey hey hey hey hey Now all my life (dirty), I been livin (dirty) And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty) So where ya at (dirty)? where ya at (dirty)? Where dey at (dirty)? Where dey at (dirty)? This the new improved hoop hop I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the whop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop Why's that? Track Boy beat like a freak, work a king on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you my dick you can show me your throat If a nigga trip trip, then we can show him the '4 If a niggas run up to you we'll show him some mo' [Chorus] Now I wish a nigga would run up like that Man i put that on the hood I'ma strike back And niggas talk shit but i don't like that Sayin I don't like G but I ain't write that And baby mamma's mad they ain't about shit Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch And if I had two i'd touch a bitch In the same breath, turn around and touch her clit And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it TrackBoys give me money so i fuckin spend it Ya'll roll spreewells but not the authentics And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round (gun cocking) You ain't heard i'm the truth now Matter fact, hook gon' break it down break it down [Chorus] Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak this bitch like homegirl missy Like I'm sellin liquor got the whole world tipsy Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me So I put a lump in this shit like a hicky All i say is to them dudes "come get me" Watch em catch a crude desire, like a gypsy Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public Girl even joke in public, Got dough so that's why i'm so republic Cops hit the door, i start actin so republic I had a set they acitin like i had a brick or more So you got snitched on by the carni-whore Show off or show ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for [Chorus] |
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[Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me. [Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not I gotta move on to the next whore, Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to poppin we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now I'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down I'm breakin down what I done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none. [Chorus x4:] Now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy. [Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now I'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can I get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin that's cool, But instead of 1 lifestyle I need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, Then she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how I do but I guess one gotta do. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say I'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Liquor wasted on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now I'm back to gettin lit, Goose and orange juice man this some good ish , Homeboy trippin cause I'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set Kwon cut out them trees, Dude I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P. [Chorus] Everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy [x4] |
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[J-Kwon talkin' over music]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke, Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me, And they ask me, they ask me [Verse 1] Now they ask me How you know so much at 17 What you mean? You never seen a disfuctional teen Mama cared for me Papa wasnt their for me Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter 16, I had me a daughter Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order Baby mama thats a whole nother story Both too young both too horney Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer Now she layin up in a old folks home When it seamed like yesterday she was home A month later stroke poped up Her brain cells gone The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I'm grown [Chorus] They ask me, do I believe in God So I ask them, did I defeat the odds [2x] [Verse 2] Shit fucked up but I can't turn away now Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up My mama put me in the system, she locked me up Now this around the time that we lived on Haley When I think about it I don't know none of my family Except, for the immediate ones Thats why I run to the streets and the gennies hand guns He don't talk much so everybody wanna fight him Every school I went to nobody liked him Never could it be right I'd try sometimes So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin' Now look at what the fuck I did done, done Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing I'm grown [Chorus] [Bridge] La, la, la, la, la, la, la Now they ask me how you know so much at 17 What you mean You never seen a disfuctional teen La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah Times got hard I had to get harder Let me take that back I had to get smarter [Chorus] |
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A nig girl mutha fucka in dis bitch do the wop.
Dis the new improved hood hop A nig girl mutha fucka in this bitch do the wop I aint tryin to change Hip hop Put money aside and make your hip hop Not dirty right always flip flop, DING! More flip cot, dirty pick rocks G.I . Just lean on em Bitch get scared and swing on em Problem too big, put the team on em They still running up, put the beam on em I don't give a damn if you dun like me I aint gonna do the right thing I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in ur ice tea, choke em while I sex em like Ike T. St. Louis aint ridin, that aint likely I roll with some real fellas that on strike three Snatch ya ass up if you strike me You aint happy with that coward, then bite me [Chorus] Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood Uncle Tars said the Gang Needs me So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy You put me on gang the baby train weazy An' all he told me dude pimpin aint easy You used to pop big poppa work Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf And rude I'll pop a jerk Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt Like Jay I did it my way I didn't get it here from freestylin Friday Kwon dun care if and or talk child ways I got work up and down king's Highway Plus you bring the hood to the rap gangs Wanna bet, Some like the crap gangs Rings these gangs better have my exact change B'Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs [Chorus] Third gifted so I represent In the white city You look like a peppermint Shake your frame Its whats on peppermint Cops cant spray dudes face with peppermint Man cuz I put the ern on em Every start, put the whole 9 on em Every spark, now the dirt land on em Who's my bad found out it was laying on em Got a flat, Needa car-jack Betta yet, needa strap that's the car jack Crack Boyz where the stores at Have you gotten to the track like ?? cats Now I never leave my hood dirty If I fell, then the money got my hood dirty Even when I get this brick thirty I'mma be in the hood with this brick thirty [Chorus] [Chorus] |
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Im pretty sick and tired
Im getting sick and tired Very sick and tired Homie If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me Live like me and ya know dis real like me Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin And humble too But damn fucked up shit hada humble you It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping I’m sick and tired of this lame brain shit Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz Say whatever you say how you say its about me How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood Dawg Im sick and I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar I don’t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it) Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin Im from a block where eerbody crippin Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you Im high (ya me) Sumthin like Jay Z Howz that cause I clap (ya me) Ya back (ya me) Strap (hella queen) Man ya know they clap? (ya me) Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen Cause I kick they haters yaa Im like max-a-million I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time niggaz On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz But see a me right thurr I shine like a light burrn I look so bright I brought light to the night club Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you And I aint gotta like you You aint gotta me And You aint gotta like me I aint gotta like you First time its Fuck Me Then nigga its fuck you |
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