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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Intro: Lil' Keke]
Big terrible Texas It's where legends are born I'm Lil' Keke The Don Original Screwed Up Click It's a dedication to DJ Screw Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Feel it? [Chorus: Lil' Keke] Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about [Lil' Keke] I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out 84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah [Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about? [Chamillionaire] The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne [Paul Wall] What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Chorus] [Mike Jones] I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs [Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out [Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue in the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crissy, don't think they doors, Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious I keep a ride with the daytons in the deck, Might be deep 22 drank in the whip You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup, My cadillac rolling on glass and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up, Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut Screw was here he said I would come up now the radio requesting my stuff Gotta keep a smif n wesson to buss cause the better life keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas, tell me how does it look? Taking over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Devin The Dude - Just Tryin' Ta Live [live] (2005)
(Aliens talking)
Welcome to the show and tell convention on Mars Do anybody have something to show or... tell? (Devin The Dude as Zeldar talking) I'm Zeldar, from the planet Beldar Which is eight million judibeeks from Saturn I was on my way home one day when thrown off pattern Landed on earth, no where to go... a hole in my megaboomp (hehehe) Landed in a field with green leafy trees... looked kind of odd to me So... I (sniff)) smoked it (sniff) (Devin The Dude as Zeldar) I took my stellcutter, cut it and smoked it and guess how I felt Very good, I took some for myself Back to my spaceship, I gave some it my family They say, "(Sniff, ahh) what you call this?" weed... (Stuttering) My name is Zeldar I'm from, from planet "Deldar" my name is Zeldar And we shop at WalMart I came back, just to grab me another fat sack of the Green leafy thing I found in the field Yea they call it kill I rolled into the hood I'm greeted, but it wasn't all good I saw mixed people all kinds of colors and they looked at me like I was weird They call me queer I say, "No... My name is Zeldar, I'm from planet Beldar, my leader is Zeldar and we shop at Walmart" (Stuttering... ahhh) I have kids I don't give them none of the green leafy stuff that I found in the field Cause it might do them harm, but I'm old enough So I cough and I puff on the Green leafy stuff I found in the field... yeah I call it kill "What'd you say your name was?" "My name is Zeldar" |
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(Devin the Dude)
I'm kind of familiar...with this game And man I can feel ya Some try to get by, I get high Well fuck it I stay blowed Got it burnin' not concerned with what they do to they nose I'm just tryin' to keep mine clean And out the air and beware There's big piles of shit all over the ground, see there Got the pivotal moves, camel walk, pop-lock Even hop-scotch around turds until ya top notch Watch out for cop, for what I ain't afraid of the fuzz I ain't got nothin' on me but a buzz Steady tryin' to cop something From family, friends, and niggas I run with All about havin' fun, shit But it's kind of hard to laugh lookin' at a blood bath Hearin' a loud voice sayin' "Man what happened" Hellish whispers turn into a noise When conversations get twisted and the truth gets lost y'all (Chorus) Some of em' love ya Some of em' look up to ya Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya To quick to say hell yeah To shit they'll sell ya To set ya up for failure again (Xzibit) Niggas be so transparent, easy to see through Hit you from the blindside, niggas try to defeat you But the game is far from over In fact it's just the first quarter I feed millions and walk on water All business never personal Listen, I'm irreversible From this life I'm livin' Fuck facin' life in prison Now that's a hard decision Freedom or your respect Hold a gauge to the back of ya neck Reflect hard street principles Damn near invincible Keep it on the rise like an organized criminal This is for the niggas with me movin' in silence California grievance sex, money, and violence Self-made, made to order Tell me blood is thicker than water Takin' turns stickin' dick to ya daughter Just another days work to me Spittin' the truth, the truth gonna set you free Misery loves company (Chorus) Some of em' love ya Some of em' look up to ya Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya To quick to say hell yeah To shit they'll sell ya To set ya up for failure again (Nas) Life is so unpredictable, full of surprises I could just die from natural causes, bullets, or virus Cause latex can break quick just fuckin' some fly bitch And AIDS hit my people hard, not many survive it Want to be married with children blunted, happy with millions Laughin' but lately I'm haunted by some of the saddest feelings That remind me, I could easily end up like Shyne did Writin' supportin' our focus and practice wisely They wanna do me like Tyson, Jordan, Oprah, Jackson, and Cosby Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free So what does Nas see Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe Hate when they beside me But I just keep em' close, money over hoes Secrets and codes, lead by example Whenever speakin' on dough Creep but be careful In the streets, see niggas'll dare you, taunt you Go to jail is what they want you to do But concentrate (Chorus) Some of em' love ya Some of em' look up to ya Some ya gotta watch what they tell ya To quick to say hell yeah To shit they'll sell ya To set ya up for failure again.... To set ya up for failure again |
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from Devin The Dude - Just Tryin' Ta Live [live] (2005)
( Pooh Bear )
Make you cry Cry ( Pooh Bear ) The things that'll make you laugh Can be the same things that make you cry (cry) Those things that'll make you tell the truth Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie Can make you cry, cry, cry, cry ( VERSE 1: Devin ) Got my swisha rolled I'm finsta go up here to the liquor sto' To equalize my high And try to see if I could fly I know I can't but still I drink and smoke that kill I'm real, I chill, I fucked a gal Who had to tell mine, guess that was just my luck Sluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get down When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stamps But before I got a chance to learn I got caught up The bitch got high, then my name was brought up Fucked my whole game up, told the whole hood Tried to go back to the crib and get pussy - no good I shoulda known it, blowin it like she owned it Now the phone clicks and damn, my gal is gone, shit A hard lesson to learn, now I'm just finna turn This curb and go buy some herb and try to wet my worm With some bitch who don't even know my muthafuckin name It's a shame, shame, shame ( Pooh Bear ) It's a shame when you're left out And you're runnin all over town Am I to blame, am I the only one To pick myself up after fallin down When I try, tryin so hard To keep my feet on solid ground So many people comin into my life with bullshit in my ear Steadily irkin me, won't you stop workin me Why (why) do the seasons change (seasons change) Why (why why) do I feel this way Why do I feel this way ( VERSE 2: Devin ) Get up and get high A sweet to the head, my eyes redder than fire I'm gettin blowed, lettin smoke go right out the screen do' People walkin by, "Hey D, have you seen...?" No I'm by myself and alone And if it's bullshit I gotta listen to, man, gone Don't even like to go but when I show at a club I be lookin for pussy, seldom searchin for love But I fucked up again and I went once mo' Wasn't tryin to find a bitch but stumbled upon a hoe So me and this bitch who didn't even know me Left the curb so she can serve me, wanted to show me A nice quiet private place no one would know I rolled somethin to smoke, she had somethin to blow But then them laws, though, they had us fucked in the game Charged the bitch for prostitution, charged me for the caine It's a shame ( Pooh Bear ) The things that'll make you laugh Can be the same things that make you cry (cry) Those things that'll make you tell the truth Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie, lie Can make you cry, cry, cry, cry |
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{*men talking*}
Like most motherfuckas I find it hard to commit Cuz a bitch ain't shit They smart and they slick Get ya heart split Dead in the middle Fuck a break up Another brother cuttin in ya cake, enough to make ya Wanna find a nice spot in the field But from there you go to hell or jail Or both So you just say fuck em Pull out your nuts and tell all them hoes to suck em Cuz one bad peach will spoil the whole bunch She tried to take you to the cleaners cuz you took her to lunch Treat a woman with love and respect All a bitch get is a dick shoved in her neck It's a give and take You live to make Decisions together And be in it for whatever But some heifers don't even know that They treat you like gonads They'll never be ya hoe that If you want me to love ya Cuz it's gonna be tough love If you want me to love ya It's gonna be tough love Tough love If you ain't had enough then I Tough love If you want me to love you It's gonna be tough love If you want me to love you It's gonna be tough love Tough love, I know no other When our business is just that, it shouldn't go no further Things come to pass but nothing go in between It's just us, so why let your friends know everything And if we got a problem we have to solve it Don't need another muthafucka to get involved with Our shit, sniffin our dirty draws Together we objective we correct certain flaws I'm hurtin walls and jaws with this dick of mine You get with any nigga with a smooth pick up line Will only make matters worse And have us fightin with words and sayin stuff that'll hurt It won't help, but only keep us farther apart Puttin out a flame that no other can start Love is like a maze and you might get stuck We can go through it or we can just fuck Cuz if I'm gonna love ya It's gonna be tough love If I'm gonna love you It's gonna be tough love Tough love Tough love If I'm gonna love you It's gonna be tough love If I'm gonna love you It's gonna be tough love {*men talking*} If I'm gonna love ya It's gonna be tough love If I'm gonna love you It's gonna be tough love |
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Barely runnin and rippin, but still I'm flippin on Vogues
Hoes be trippin on Devin, Devin don't be trippin on hoes They be talking bout oh would you look at that nigga With no inspection sticker Drankin liquor Smokin swisha And I go about 47 in a 55 Fuel injected, niggas be honkin but fuck it my shit is fine I've payed for it about 9 times, different mechanics Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it I need some shocks on the back, I need some works on the brakes My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and things I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things Like my electrical rear view mirror don't move like it 'posed ta Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer I'm satisfied with my ride I don't ask much But people talk and they diss, they heckle it loud But (Chorus) I'm rollin Car not stolen Probably never will be it's much to old and Smokin weed and feelin fine In my Lacville 79 I'm rollin Gas runnin low But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79 I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack I get where I'm goin, two quarts of oil will get me back I got a brand new radiator Rebuilt alternator Detatchable tape player But I gotta fix the fader So I can have some music on the 6-10 loop Maybe fit in with the L-Dogs, sedans, and coupes Need to watch out for them laws cuz you know they gon watch ya With their radar gun, look like they shootin as they clock ya And the whole force know me For years they been scopin They walk up to my car and be like "hello Mr Copeland" "Gimme some of that weed you got" sometimes they don't ask for it They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard And that really blows my high but hell I gotta keep pushin Before I go home with the nut off of my seat cushion I went looking for a trade-in but they called my shit a bucket Got back in that hoe, and cranked it up and said fuck it (Chorus) I got my hudcaps shinin (I'm) in that bitch reclining The engine shakes a little cuz I gotta change the timin And if you see me walkin (I'm) givin it a rest She needs some new shoes, and getting fitted for a dress You know I love my baby hell I call my baby Pearly She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock Had to pick up a bitch who wanted to give me the cock I got over there real cool and picked her up all good But half way to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood Me and the bitch had to push and she didn't even get mad at me Figured out the problem made her go steal me a battery Not lavishly Chorus X2 Lacville 79 I'm rollin in my Lacville 79 I'm smoking in my Lacville 79 I'm getting blowed in my Lacville 79 (took 2 hits there) I can't get rid of my Lacville 79 |
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(Chorus)
What you gonna do when the people go home And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray Why they do me that way What you gonna do when ya friends go home And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray Why they do me that way You probably don't have a big ol house on the hill But if you did just imagine how it would feel If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal And you wonder why why why why why And you resort to gettin high But damn, you can't find ya stash And you never took the time to ask yourself (Chorus) You probably don't have a lot of money But if you did would you find it funny If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest Or put it in the bank so we can gain some interest You just went and copped the biggest car you could find And a couple more just like it so your friends could follow behind Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke And for her a fur coat You got jet skis and boats And next thing you're broke (damn) And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself (Chorus) Why they do me that way Yeah Hey hey hey Ain't no more doobies in the tray What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home) Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone) What you gonna do when your friends go home And you wanna take a pill but your end's all gone (gone gone gone gone) All gone |
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[man and woman talking on phone]
[Chorus x2: Devin the Dude] There's no double you You might just have to ex, out your problems Tell my why, and pretend you don't see... [Devin] Yep... ya fucked up didn't ya? Ya didn't come home last night and he pinned ya Up against the wall, you shouted "hell nah" You makin a phone call nigga hit you in the jaw You scream, you scratch, you bite, kick and yell But the neighbors think y'all fuckin, hell they can't tell But ya eyes is swelled and ya nose all red And ya jaw fucked up, you wanna go but ya scared (Why the fuck did ya do what ya did when ya done it?) Now all these thoughts, they come back after ya fronted Then ya drown yourself in all the ache and pain Thirsty for the love but tired of drinkin the rain First girl you gotta look at yourself When ya gone it's like yo, there's no you left You can ex it out and begin again though As long as you know... [Chorus x2] [man and woman arguing] [Devin] Yep... ya fucked up didn't ya? You hit her in the mouth and now they tryna lynch ya In the prison bars with the fences and walls You makin a phone call nigga hit you in the jaw Now two of 'em on you, in a three man cell But boss way down there, hell he can't tell But ya eyes is swelled and ya bleedin ya tank And ya jaw fucked up, you wanna leave but ya cain't (Why the fuck did ya do what ya did when ya done it?) Love hurts sometimes, but that's what you wanted Too fake to break but too hard to cry Now you lookin at five, what ya gon' do now? My nigga, would ya look at yourself When ya gone it's like yo, there's no you left You can ex it out and begin again though As long as you know... [Chorus x4] [man and woman arguing] |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
Scarface Intro:
We finna smoke like it ain't no tomorrow. Devin: I grab a Swisher Sweet and use my fingernail to cut it Gut it, then I dump the droppin' out then stuff it full of coffee And if you don't know by now coffee is kilo In other words weed a fat dime is a pillar Now the buds on the stems are like trees in an orchid Anybody in the room who don't smoke weed is gettin' torch lit By the smoke niggas choke niggas cough and they fart Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard It's the... Hook (x2): Sticky green Frosty leaves Oh so sweet I love to blow it Scarface: It seems to be a Misunderstanding' about the cheeba I see sign stating "cannabis will lead ta" But I need a Big fat jilla to get me lit I prefer to smoke the zigzags cause Phillys ain't shit And I done laced it up with the Bombay Formaldehyde Anything with you can mix with the spinach I done tried I done damn near died Till I realized straight dutches If you see me blowin' out smoke you can bet it's the... Hook Devin: Man goin' on I don't see nothin' wrong with a little reefer You got the weed I got the drank nigga just tell me where to meet cha I'm high you high let's try to get higher Here use my lighter set the ass on fire We blowin' like a choir everybody's in line Hoping they can get they fingers on it one more time Because there's nothing but a party over here that's how we do it Live music, plenty bitches, cold beer and oh yeah some... Hook |
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Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards With the East coast flow West coast body language Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n Had to get away needed some time to chill so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin And there's always one in the crowd Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield I'm a bitch I'm a hoe Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?" It's a house down the street about two doors down they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool We can all come up what ever we get we split aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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Verse 1:
Hey motherfucker it's me again yep The one who fucked your sister but quiet is kept Because she burnin' but instead of cussin' out the bitch Just didn't tell her then let her suck the puss up out my dick Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59 Smokin' weed (weed) And feelin' fine Dick suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare But I got on my seat belt so I don't care "How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer? If I had the time I wouldn't mind to offer ya A fat dime and a black nine in my shit But no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the fuck on bitch" People always gettin' mad at me bein' like this Drankin' alcohol keeps me peein' white piss Parents I'm not tellin' your children to smoke ya see Cause if they just say no it be mo fa me Hook: Scratching "Mo fa me" Verse 2: What did you say your name was? D-E-V-I-N You saw me on the news but the TV be lyin' They got bounty hunters lookin' for me I'm wanted for theft Women claim that I came and got they pussy and left I'm not an old fool from the old school like My Adidas Cause All Day I Drink And Smoke it's like I need it On stage you can boo you can hiss real loud But I'll just pull out my dick and take a piss in the crowd Then I'll smile take a bow put down my mic and I'll leave Get the money from the promoter hope it's enough for some weed Head dead to the back with the VIP status In a room full of Pimps tryin' to find 'em a Gladis Gotta pick one of 'em get one of 'em stick one of 'em quick Cause they niggas might be here they niggas might be talkin' shit They niggas always somewhere they ain't supposed to be Niggas can't keep up with they pussy then it's mo fa me Hook Verse 3: Son said "Daddy I don't wanna go to school Cause the teachers a freak she tittie dance on the coo And all my friends smoke reefer I think it might be cheaper If I buy a couple of pounds and sell 'em ounces and threefers" Cause any way to come up I got to do it ch'all I'm havin' flashbacks I'm about to stash crack in my drawers But fuck the laws They got my brother already they can suck my balls Average nigga have no luck at all But have no other choice but to take up the bet Tryin' the seven or eleven when I come out and pick up a check Gotta get my shit fixed Hit a quick liquid Fringe benefit, like gettin' my dick licked Cause this money runnin' funny gonna break before I'm broke And I can't be wakin' up in the mornin' nothing to smoke So I think I'll smoke half and roll some sweets Well I can't smoke I'm a sell it Hell it's mo fa me Hook |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
Intro:
Devin on the answering machine: What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you called. So I don't have to tell you that. Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat Just leave a number I'll call ya back Answering machine: You have two messages. (some chickens talking) Verse 1: Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin' He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him And them laws he don't bomb That nigga just keep dippin' Early in the morning flippin' Coffee sippin' Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto' Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0 Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool (Who's that?) Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool Hook: Who is it? Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude) Who is it? Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude) Don't come talkin' That nothin' shit Round the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude Verse 2: Da da do dap Bla do blap dap Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped He don't cap To him that bring too much attention Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin' Countin' inches on his hard dick You might need a yard stick He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it Don't start shit with the Dude You wouldn't want him to finish Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another He don't debate he concentrate on survivin' He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's drivin' But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober All his women quit him cause they got fucked over But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude Hook Who is it? Who is it? Bridge: Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell? The Dude been through Hell See the smoke in the air? Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere Verse 3: He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin' Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass People spread rumors about him to bring him down But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain No name I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz He's down to fight for his friends Die for his momma and kids Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two He's the Dude Hook |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
Intro:
Devin on the answering machine: What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you called. So I don't have to tell you that. Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat Just leave a number I'll call ya back Answering machine: You have two messages. (some chickens talking) Verse 1: Bitch what do you want? Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of weed? Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin' He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him And them laws he don't bomb That nigga just keep dippin' Early in the morning flippin' Coffee sippin' Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto' Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0 Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool (Who's that?) Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool Hook: Who is it? Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude) Who is it? Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude) Don't come talkin' That nothin' shit Round the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk shit no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude Verse 2: Da da do dap Bla do blap dap Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped He don't cap To him that bring too much attention Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin' Countin' inches on his hard dick You might need a yard stick He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it Don't start shit with the Dude You wouldn't want him to finish Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another He don't debate he concentrate on survivin' He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's drivin' But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober All his women quit him cause they got fucked over But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude Hook Who is it? Who is it? Bridge: Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell? The Dude been through Hell See the smoke in the air? Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere Verse 3: He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin' Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass People spread rumors about him to bring him down But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain No name I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz He's down to fight for his friends Die for his momma and kids Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two He's the Dude Hook |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
I break down the sweets and I roll them hos like 2 by 4's
Fire it up, take a pull and run that ho up through my nose Take a couple mo' and then it goes to my friends When it's gone I start the whole process all over again Every night and day the same thing, brain stays blowed You got some weed to smoke it seems I can't say no But we don't need no water let that motherfucker burn And take two pulls and pass man it's that other brothers turn Cuz you know I love coughee, can't keep the smell off me Nigga this some killa better pull on it softly And don't be babysittin with the weed, man, hit it Cuz the faster you pass it, man, the faster you get it Nah the faster you hit it The faster you fly Pass that sweet to the right And don't keep passin it by Now I cant lie But I love gettin high Sleepy eyes Smoking sweets til the day that I die Don't ask me why I love the essence of your presents Never fall when im ? In the circle mic checkin I use the sweet as my weapon No disrespect But ima pay for the wood Its all good Take another pull Pass that shit cuz im full Can I smoke witcha Yes you can All you gotta do is come And put it in the jugs hand Let the coffee circulate And pass it straight to my brothas Ever posses the sess Nigga we share with eachother You holdint he swet Why you runnin your fuckin mouth Constantly movin your lips Without no smoke comin out Cuz the mic is like a sweet You hit it hard and pass it on So I gotsta make sure That the blow ? is gone Aint nothing better than A fresh bag a weed up in the morn Before im gone Twist that shit up and ? So what you coffee brother need not askin You besta be bout passin I don seen tons of weed turn to ash ? Oxygen 3 for 10 I do it all over again In an effort to leave my skin Now if I cant afford it ima ? All about your ? Highways and better days Illustrate ? Can I smoke witchyall? Hell nah Can i smoke witchyall now? Hell nah I wanna smoke witchyall Hell nah I wanna smoke witchyall now Hell nah You see I smoke weed He smokes weed Im hopin everybody smoke weed I smoke weed (hey how come I cant blow witchyall?) He smoke weed (ima pass the shit man please) Ya no what ima sayin Get me high get me high You see me smoke ganja Sensimillia make you live longer Get me high get me high You see me smoke ganja Sensimillia make me get higher Now im sittin in the studio Higher than fuck Got my homie mac mall And he twistin it up Cant forget bout ? In the place to be In the O to the muthafuckin double D ? muthafuckin ? my homie DEV Spell it out for ? So ? can see Smokin too much Muthafuckin weed in this bitch Finna fire up another spliff ? on the mixin board Cutcha ass up Just like ? And on the mic ? gettin bored And these niggas on the other side Think they gettin high Dippin swisher sweets And lacin up the weed ? Fuck the dumb shit Where you from southside Let it be known That any nigga steppin gettin blown And its cool like that Becuz we rule like that And say fools like that Come to war and bring ya strap Cuz it don't stop And it don't quit Until I say its over wit Fuck the dumb shit Fire up the weed Gimme what I need So I can proceed To hit ya ass up high speed Loose loose and I get loose 1, 2, 3 don't drink no juice No gin and tonic Just gimme the chronic So I can fuck up shit And make these niggas Feel like I was steve Austin The bionic man Smokin gettin high as I can Getting layed out In the studi-udi getting blazed out With the ? nigga ? the mic til it fade out Now hold up Who wanna blow? Hold up Who got the flow Swisher sweet bro let it roll We want your muthafuckin mind to blow (it look like a sweet man Gotta make it last. freestyle let me back it up Damn right Yall mad at me? Let him smoke Yea fuck man ay man im smokin this muthafucka by myself Pass that here I shouldn't have gave yall this muthafucka if yall didn't want me to smoke. get ya muthafuckin ass away from me. aint nobody hittin this shit. You bastard Fuck Charlie brown. don't tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown. you shouldn't have passed me this muthafucka. now back that shit up and let me re-take my fuckin ?. the fuck you mean i cant smoke witchyall. hell nah. passin ?. ? me the fuck out. I wouldn't give a fuck. I am not smokin no weed witchyall. fuck yall. Everybody out Smoke smoke too much. the weed is gone. the weed is gone man. the weed is gone Muthafucka! The weed is gone Ay call ya boy lemme get some more weed iight Nigga don't kno how to pass After these messages we'll be right back Ay ? ass muthafcuka) |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
[VERSE 1]
Lord thank you for the food that I'm about to receive May it nourrish my body and keep my mind at ease But as far as my soul I been meanin to holler atcha And I know you been busy with niggas steady tryina catch ya Gotta get somethin off my mind for a while Cause when problems start to pile it gets kinda hard to smile But I - keep my head up And try to hold on until my kids all grown I know one day that could be me lyin there in a hearse So I hope for the best, prepare for the worst Swearin I curse, but really there's no harm done Just havin fun, but there's some who wanna take it and run I left a life of lootin and thievin, and shit Because my friends and my family was leavin me quick It seems everything is happenin without me knowin Tryina stay sane, but mayn, this shit has got me goin [CHORUS] [Randy-Ran:] Goin crazy Feelin like I'm feelin But it's gonna be alright Alright Alright I'm goin crazy Feelin like I'm feelin But it's gonna be alright Alright Alright Alright [VERSE 2] It's hard to keep away from sin, but you know I try And hopefully I get it together before I die Thinkin a drink can ease my pain and tough luck But when I finish, it just leaves me craned and fucked up Call my folks to tell em how I feel Before I get to speak they tell me someone else got killed Slowly but surely they're goin one at a time I wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign I realize I put my life on the line just bein born Gotta git up, git out, no time to be snorin And just play with the cards I'm dealt And if I lose I won't blame nobody else Cause it's all about survival and the strongest survive But even the strongest won't make it alive Cause death sneaks up from behind without you knowin And just the thought of it has got me goin [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] We are livin on a see-sawer And when we fall it hurts We can't get up from the dirt Like lotto you got a different number picked daily Here one day, and gone the next, this shit crazy Now I gotta work on gettin my brain back together Be ready for whatever, rain and bad weather Had never seen so many dark clouds around A lotta strange looks and smiles turned to frowns Maybe one day it'll all make sense When everybody's chillin on that other side of the fence But for now I just leave it up to the keeper Be thankful for what he gave me, chill out and smoke some reefer Set all my problems aside for a few Before I lose my cool, do somethin I don't wanna do Because I seen frustrations frequently flowin All I need is your strenght to keep me from goin [CHORUS] |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
(Devin Talking (talking low))
(Devin) I know I shouldn't do this, but i can't help it I'm a fiend, lotion and magazines is what I'm left with I step without my pride to the toilet and lace my palm With honey and almond But suddenly the phone rings, and its Kb Pussy just came through, some for him and some for me Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em Get 'em drunk, get 'em high pull they titties out and suck 'em (K.B.) Don't rush 'em We bout to fuck these hoes man no question Just bring your ass on because they already buzzin And lovin, my hospitality I put it down I got a quarter pound of weed and a big thang of crown Shit my dick hard now, just lookin at these bitches With these big soft asses and these nice round titties While you gigglin you best a hurry your ass the fuck I'm bout one second away from cranking this fuck fest up (Chorus) No need for rest haven these hoes Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for Lets me and you lay in these hoes And, show 'em what they pussy made for No need for us saving these hoes Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for Lets leave without payin these hoes And show 'em what they pussy made for (Devin) Man, just let 'em know I'm coming in bout 25 minutes And get they pussy ready cause I'm finna to dive in it I hear 'em talkin loud in the background, hollin Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin (K.B.) These hoes wildin, but still I got 'em under control Impatiently waitin for some dick thats swole And just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck Tellin me how they suck dick and swallow the nutt (they gobble it up) I thought I told you about one of them hoes I put my foot inside her pussy and took it out and suck my toes Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin duncoms, condoms Forget them nigga we got a problem (Devin) That ain't no problem man, you know we must cover our bones Zoom zoom bust in the room get bout two and I'm gone And as soon as I get there I'm gonna spit some game to her Get the pussy so quick you think I already knew her (Chorus) (K.B.) Finally, at last Devin showed up And the first thing this muthafucka said was........(Devin finishes the rest) (Devin) What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here Man I should a bought a 16 ounce beer Say big hous, you fucked over me dawg I thought we was cool How in the hell we gonna get these two big bitches in the pool (K.B.) Ha Ha Ha, you fool, stop trippin and just take your clothes off Cause all pussy feel the same when the lights go off (Devin) Man thats too much pork For just one fork And I'll pass You can't even tell the difference between the stomach and they ass Stretch marks on they titties like a road map Hoe slapped, on some mabaline (K.B.) But she keep her navel clean And at least these hoes big and cute not big and fucked up You done fucked a skinny ugly ass hoe so nigga whats up Don't give a fuck if you fuck these broads nobody knows So just drank and smoke this dank and lets fuck these hoes (Chorus) Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for (4x) |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
(2 guys talking about Devin)
Man. They got him in the office again, man. Yeah, I know. He's been in there for an hour already. And ya know, I kinda feel bad for the guy. Damn, what do you mean. The fucker clocks in drunk. Man, it's his wife and kids; that's who you need to feel sorry for. Yeah, I know. And ya know, what are they gonna do if he loses another job. Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead. He owes me $5 anyway. Verse 1: On my way to the job Drunk than a bitch I'm late for work again Damn, boss goin' have a fit He said, "This shit been going on For just too damn long I need to go and find some help Or take my drunk ass home" And I really don't wanna quit Because see then I can't sit Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks And I admit, when I wake up I hit the drank, I blow up But in back of the job I don't bother noone I stay strictly to myself Co-workers know I be blowed So they say my production is throwed And I'm not carrying my load So I go, and share my problems With my friends who be Just as high as I As they pass the doobie to me Who we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent When it's time to pay my rent My money's damn near spent I know I'm fucking up my lungs My liver ain't 'bout shit From all the weed And all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit (2 guys talking) Man, if it was me dog, I'd say, "Fuck that job". Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job, man. Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it. Shit, no weed goin' never tell you nothin' wrong. I've been tellin' you to quit that motherfuckin' job anyways. Yeah, that boss trippin', on my dick anyways. Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah. Want me to kick his ass for you? Fuck it man. Verse 2: See, reefer's like a friend Who free me from my foes Drinking something different today But wearing the same old clothes I guess weed, wine, and women Was the life that I chose But it got hard splitting my dick Between my wife and these hoes So I just smoke An ounce a day, nothing less Spent so many damn dollars That it don't make no fucking sense I went to seek help Thought I was losing my mind The doctor walked in high With some brew and a dime And said, "It's your life, nigga Go ahead and enjoy And whenever you need some weed, nigga Just hollar at your boy 'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it, go on on Take these, you need at least 3 cups in the morning" Drinking all day Big chiefing at night I keep my eyes red and tight So that my teeth can look white And I can smell it and tell it The weed you have ain't shit But I'll still take a pull And twist the cap on the bull I can't quit (Devin and his doctor talking) Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me, man? No, no son. No need to panic. It's actually quite good for you. It slows down the structure of white blood cells And cures the flow. It's called nature's illing leaf. The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit. You ain't bullshittin'. You did good. Would I lie to you? Verse 3: Just another day Another fat sweet to get my head right I'm sitting back, my windows cracked I'm chilling at the red light Minding my business But why is this law typing my plates I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case But still she races up to me And stick her nose out in my car "Hey bitch, what you looking in my car for?" She pointed at the sweet Still burning and said, "Aw" I had to think quick Pulled out my dick And shoved it in her jaw But like weak times I had to hit the gas Collect my seeds Clean the ash Non-stop, evade the cops They mad because I'm high they not I made the block, screwed up some cop Dipped back on the freeway Threw my empty 40 bottle out When I passed San Felipe We stay blowed, fucked up, drunk, full, bent My kids screaming Astroworld But all my time is spent And you can tell the way I smell My braincells ain't shit From all the weed and all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit (2 guys talking) That was cool, man. Hey, can I get one of those dranks? Naw, man. I told you about your beer-hoggin' ass. Nigga, go to the fuckin' store. C'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man? I can't hear. Goddamn, I can't hear shit. (...?...) Do you have a job? Do you have a job? Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker. I just spend all my money buying weed. Ya know, it helps me work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
Devin:
Uh, rollin' car not stolen Probably never will be it's much too old and Smokin' weed feelin' fine In my Nightville '79 I smoke weed I drink brew That's all I rap about cause shit that's all I do Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups She likes my old school Porshe She like my old school knowledge But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish And she's bout it If I want it then I got it We'll be goin' off to college I be givin' that pussy plenty mileage I be nuttin' on your bitch while I'm rubbin' on her tits She be suckin' on my dick I stuck it then I split Hook Keep in mind Peace of mind Takin' it a day at a time Stayin' high To ease my mind Wavin' at every bitch that goes by K-Dee: Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger See we ain't for that bullshit no longer Devin and K-Dee Never the less we Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy Jewels be imported don't fuck with the rinky dinky Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky Never fakin' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus Ta-dow How ya like us now Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow" The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive You niggas need to stop thinkin' I'm a hater Mad because I spit more game than a commentator As long as your heads bobbin' Your girls hearts throbbin' Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin' Hook K.B.: I fuck these hoes skinny or swole He bitchin' bout ugly toes You ain't fuckin' her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for Especially a big ? Carter lookin' ass hoe Bitch name ? fuckin' pooh big Shiela Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter I feed her peter She give me everything I need I get beer by the cases and a big ole' bag a weed Cause she love hustlin' Kelvin I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin Makes me a hamsandwich then I'm bailin' Out like a felon Something metal lock lemon These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick And a whole bunch of lies that I spit ? flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick We all know they ain't shit And so I'm out to get rich And if I hit The bitch thick Hook |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
(Talking K-Dee)
Call me if you change your mind (Devin) I see you like takin your chances But if your nigga knew that you do butt-naked dances And runnin my bath and rubbin soap on my feet Smokin my meat, while I'm smokin a sweet And we losin his mind, thinkin bout doin a crime The way you lick on my nutts and make me bust two at a time You persuing my penis I seen this happen before We fuck for bout a month and we aint laughin no more Then you start to get just a little curious I don't call in two days and you take the shit serious We can get crunk smoke weed and shit But I rather you just call when you need some dick There's a whole bunch of hoes out there like you Who love to fuck and suck dick too Gotta dip dip dive dive what can I say She try to hit' em all inside of one day (Chorus- Devin) But ah, I can stick around and keep you company Or you can spend the night if it was up to me You can change him but you can't change me Cause you know i rather fuck than watch t.v. Girl, I can stick around and keep you company Or you can spend the night if it was up to me Girl, you can change him but you can't change me Cause you know I rather fuck than watch t.v. (Talking K.B.) Naw you aint got to cut the t.v. on Why don't you just stand up and model for me (K-Dee) I can tell you like niggas sportin rings and lacs Got me spittin not hittin with no strings attached You got a man, I understand I'm cool with it You wanna look cause a nigga don't know what to do with it Thats why I get it, sexy outfits like french maids Got you hollin my name with every inch laid While I'm, fuckin I'm thinkin of ways of gettin paid That night you was suckin, damn thats why I stayed Now you mad cause I played more fields than Kim Got you sayin I wish you were more like him Aint that a bitch, expectin me to oil you Wine and dine your ass cause he swore you What I look like washin your back while you shower I aint the nigga for leavin letters I'm sending flowers Tryin to arch my ways, damn thats funny to me You can change him but you can't change me (Chorus- K-Dee) x2 (K.B.) I lay these hoes, slay these hoes Play these hoes, never pay these hoes Between bitches and hoes man they really aint shit Some of yall givin them dick, you givin them rent money You fuckin with him because he treats you nice To me you a hoe he'll make you his wife He takin you shoppin and now you out boppin For a nigga like me who talkin bout knockin That ass on the first night, the comfort inn You got a man at home, shit I'll be your friend I don't need a bitch all attached to me Cause I use these hoes then lose these hoes Abuse these hoes for owning my dick I'm beatin it up you nuttin too quick I'm only out for one thang and its plan to see You may have changed him but you can't change me (Chorus- K.B.) x2 (Talking K.B.) You know what I'm sayin I know you listenin You know I want to be up in that pussy right now Let me come by and just dick ya down I'm trippin, but I'm trippin cause I know you listenin Huh, when you ridin with your boyfriend or whatever just act like it aint you Thats what I'm talkin bout, I aint gone trip off that shit either Naw naw, you having good pussy aint got nothing to do with this (Laughing) I'm Out! |
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from Devin The Dude - Chopped And Screwed (2005)
It was a cool afternoon, the first day of school
Everybody wonderin' whose the new dude With the Kangol sneakers with the wide shoe strangs Wonderin', wonderin' where he from and how he do thangs His eyes stayed red but he kept his mind clear The brothers knew he wasn't from no where 'round here And the girls kept whisperin' in each others ear It seems they didn't care about the smell of the beer They were all on his thing, a couple of 'em tried to grab it Takin' their chances didn't know of his bad habits A two timin' cheat and quick to make up a lie Just to be kissin' the girls and makin' 'em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry The girls didn't take caution when they was flossin' wit Georgy Porgy turn a simple party into an orgy And just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more Just when they thought that they was the one that he chose He get rid of them quick and get some more No time for lames it's a shame what he do to women His mouth spit game like a snake shootin' venom And after he hit 'em some claim that he's no good But they stick wit' him guess the pain feel so good Take, take what he can get givin' up nuttin' why He don't think that he should pay for the puddin' pie Takin' em, breakin' em, fakin' em out He just be kissin' the girls and makin' em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry He kept a girl on the side, he keep one at home And those who wasn't smart they couldn't leave him alone He'd pick one of 'em a different one, yep, each weekend Undressin' em caressin' em, kissin' em, freakin' em But last Friday night, oh, this what I heard Outside his driveway parked a Thunderbird Georgy couldn't hear nothin' but the headboard knockin' Looked up and saw a strange woman in the window watchin' Didn't know if it was Tina, Tanea or Toila But whoever it was they had a gray revolver They asked no question, just start bustin' George was in shock couldn't say or do nothin' He just layed there stiff lookin' froze And all he could think about was I got too many hoes And all he could think about was I got too many hoes And all he could think about was I got too many hoes In the bed wit' no clothesjust waitin' to die Just for kissin' the girls and makin' em cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry Georgy, Georgy Kiss the girls and make them cry Kiss the girls and make them cry |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme (2005)
(Devin)
Man I'm so high, I haven't landed yet Don't know if I will, ever come down from this buzz that I feel And I also got some kill yep, as if you didn't know Nine times outa ten I'm ready, steady stayin' blowed After unloadin' my shawties comin' back from QT I fire up a doobie, you do you, I do me There's people concerned about my health but they won't tell me I don't even try to play it off, shit I know they smell me (What is he on?) That's what they say when I leave (What is he smokin' is you sho' it's just weed?) I used to stay at the crib, seldom come out 'Cus they think my wealth and my health goes together somehow I tried this, I tried that, I'm hooked on nuttin' but love So it's hard to say "fuck what people thinkin' of" I dip in, I dip out, I go here, I go there And I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Smokin' weed, feelin' fine, steady gettin' blowed Makin' niggaz understand and I'm lettin' these hoes know (Devin) Don't keep steppin', steady stayin' on the scene Doin' what I want to do But some say that I'm takin' it to the X-treme I'm higher, than a thumb tac on a flyer Of Reeba Macintyre in the hood it's all good It's understood by my niggaz and I figure they know If they got a sweet and some heat I got some weed and gon' blow I toat across the nation, like a ten year vacation My fuel tank is low but no I can't run outa patience Gotta *Vocal Scratch* keep goin' Let 'em know that I be *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Man I'm so high. Who am I? Oh yeah, Devin Cloud-10 was aight but I'm damn near at eleven Feelin' fine, killin' time well, not exactly I try to stay uplifted so that bullshit can pass me Some niggaz think I'm soft, so they try to harass me Some think I'm smart, some think I'm dumb, some think I'm trashy Ask me who got that good-good shit I probably know 'Cus I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) *And I'm steady gettin' blowed... steady gettin' blowed* (Talking) Gettin' high off whatever you get high off of Get high off life Matter fact, whatever your high may be Get high to the extreme *And I'm steady gettin' blowed* You know why? ('Cus I'mon get high) (Hook) |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme (2005)
Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all
Anythang is plenty man Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all Anythang is plenty man You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again [Refrain] Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] [Interlude] [Refrain] You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] Notihin at all - nothin at all - anything is plenty man I hope you realize that everybody gonna need somebody sometime Anythang is plenty man and is better than an' nothin at all Anythang is plenty man.. |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme (2005)
[Verse One]
Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine K, reefer, dank, sell ya boy a plump dime Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got Smokin' everyday I can't let go Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean Perfecto Neighbors they say they smell this shit from next do' And they keep me outta they house because they know I'ma fiend Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines Took the money to my Mexican partner his names Malito (What's up wetback? - *?spanish?*) We go way back, we'd lay back in his crib and get drunk He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get's skunk And he calls me when he get it, cause he know I'm with it And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it I'll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong And before we get high we start singin' this song [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Two] Smokin' weed really ain't nothin' to brag about Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got Straight from Jamaica from that nigga Naughty Dread He got some shit with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the challis "Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless" We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note Both of our heads bobbin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say "Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon." I'm blowed, he blowed, we high He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high And my nigga ain't greedy, he gives to the needy He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beadies We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget But you was...uh..shit [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Three] Niggas smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters We pass the sess around in chronological order But when ain't nobody got no weed shit seems to be hopeless I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris He always keep killa cause all he do is roll jokers It's good for his cataracts and help him stay focused He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game They used to sing R & B the shoopdey doowop thang They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen They had to switch up and change they name every now and then Finally tried to be they self but people wouldn't accept it Shit started gettin' strange so they say fuck it and left it He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin' If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin' One day you'll get some money, you can buy me some teeth I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me Cause I love the reefer" [Chorus] [x2] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) (Devin talking over hook) Pops you out Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The OJays Shit, hell this even for the BG's (Devin sings hook in little Mexican voice til fade) |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme (2005)
[Verse 1:]
Im A Cool Like Fellow - Lay Back Mellow Smokin' Out Type Of Dude How Does A Lacville Rollin' - Ghetto Rollin' Guy Get A Girl Like You Im Curious But Serious - Tell Me What Kind Of Chances Do I Have With You - Kuz Really I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute Lets Take A Walk And We Can Talk And Smoka A Stoge Girl ( Shutup Boy) You Oughtta Hola At A Nigga Like Me Girl (Shutup Boy) Now Should I Leave Or Stay Around (Stay Around) (I Don't Know) Well Sometimes Can I Take You Out Girl (Sure) (Maybe So) [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Bridge:] Im A Cool Type Chick - You Aint Got To Trip But I Was Startin' To Trip On You I Know You Saw Me Looking At You I Thought You Thought You Were Too Cute So I Told Myself - I Know I Could Find Another Guy Who Wants To Be With Me All Night I Turned Around And It Was You (Hey How You Doin' Girl Wats Up Wit It) I Don't Think You Can Handle This - Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoo ( I Whoo Whoo You Girl) I Don't Think You Are Ready For This (Girl Im Ready Right Now) I Don't Think So No No Do You Really Want - This Poon Well Guess What - You Cant Have It - Not Right Now [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Verse 2:] Cutey Pie You Be Why I Be Up All Night I Hit You On Your Pager But You Wont Call Back Am I Wastin' My Time - I Wanna Know Before I Go Too Far I Know That Everybody Know Who You Are Don't Be Afraid Or Ashamed - I Got Game And Im Next Pass It To Me I'll Hit Panties All Nets (Swish) I Wish Upon A Star But Where You Are - I Don't Know Now Im Doing What I Shouldve Did A Long Time Ago [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme [Explict Version] (2005)
(Devin)
Man I'm so high, I haven't landed yet Don't know if I will, ever come down from this buzz that I feel And I also got some kill yep, as if you didn't know Nine times outa ten I'm ready, steady stayin' blowed After unloadin' my shawties comin' back from QT I fire up a doobie, you do you, I do me There's people concerned about my health but they won't tell me I don't even try to play it off, shit I know they smell me (What is he on?) That's what they say when I leave (What is he smokin' is you sho' it's just weed?) I used to stay at the crib, seldom come out 'Cus they think my wealth and my health goes together somehow I tried this, I tried that, I'm hooked on nuttin' but love So it's hard to say "fuck what people thinkin' of" I dip in, I dip out, I go here, I go there And I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Smokin' weed, feelin' fine, steady gettin' blowed Makin' niggaz understand and I'm lettin' these hoes know (Devin) Don't keep steppin', steady stayin' on the scene Doin' what I want to do But some say that I'm takin' it to the X-treme I'm higher, than a thumb tac on a flyer Of Reeba Macintyre in the hood it's all good It's understood by my niggaz and I figure they know If they got a sweet and some heat I got some weed and gon' blow I toat across the nation, like a ten year vacation My fuel tank is low but no I can't run outa patience Gotta *Vocal Scratch* keep goin' Let 'em know that I be *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) Man I'm so high. Who am I? Oh yeah, Devin Cloud-10 was aight but I'm damn near at eleven Feelin' fine, killin' time well, not exactly I try to stay uplifted so that bullshit can pass me Some niggaz think I'm soft, so they try to harass me Some think I'm smart, some think I'm dumb, some think I'm trashy Ask me who got that good-good shit I probably know 'Cus I'm *steady gettin' blowed yeah* (Hook) *And I'm steady gettin' blowed... steady gettin' blowed* (Talking) Gettin' high off whatever you get high off of Get high off life Matter fact, whatever your high may be Get high to the extreme *And I'm steady gettin' blowed* You know why? ('Cus I'mon get high) (Hook) |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme [Explict Version] (2005)
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
Our life used to be so wonderful yeeaah but ooo look at me now (Devin the Dude) Ya lookin at me strange I got my weed I got my drank and other thangs I been trying to adjust and focus I want to quit drinkin this shit but, no luck no bucks at the end of the night and I'm drunk the crown royal Hennessy and Budweiser's no punk nobody to save me with the proper technique but I can't point the finger at nobody but me but now I lose, I've been used, I've been lied on I used to be private but now I feel I'm being spied on it used to be so wonderful and so care free but now the evilness tries to run up and scare me and dare me to do somethin wrong somethin crazy somethin wild was I thinkin or did I actually shoot 2 people and smile hidin bodies in the back of an ol' school 'llac I forgot alot of shit but now I know for a fact that (Chorus) - 2X (Devin the Dude) It used to be no wonders about who ain't feelin me no spouse runnin through the house aimed at killin me no love lost because emotions are deep and no worries about where to go and no secrets to keep but look at me now it seems that everybody know where I been and even where I gotta go and they'll try to help me out if it would benefit them but if not they'll probably be like fuck him but I can't get mad at em' I probably had em' by my side maybe they think my promiseswas premeditated lies and at a blink of an eye somehow I'm not trust-worthy the purest heart you've ever known is now just dirty I used to come through wit all kinds of bags of goodies pocket full of change never have to ask for pussy gettin the party started like lickity split but now when I come through all they say is aww shit (Chorus) - 2X (Devin the Dude) how can I win when situation seems kinda sticky get relief without reachin for me a 40 oz mickey or a pick me up would only lay me down flat noddin off wakin up wonderin where I'm at aw shit, damn where did everybody go how did I end up on the floor I can't find my bill fold and I got my keys and my car's been towed I'm out walkin tryin to find the niggas lookin at me throwed ohh always me break out the violins (get up and try again before you sin again) what aww who is that I'm hearin shit gatherin my thoughts is like tryin to build a pyramid now I'm finally realizin it's all simple It's how you take it like a pimple on ya face you bust it you break it you scrape it off and uh what you do is what you can do it's what a man do anyway anyhow I'm a cool brother (Chorus) - 3X |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme [Explict Version] (2005)
Once Upon the wings of love
I dashed up on the craft wrinkled foreheads greet me, but I'm high therefore I laugh attendants rush me, to check my bags they said "hurry, cuz we 15 minutes behind we have one seat left and its way in the back it shouldnt be too hard to find, go sit down." I said aiite bitch, but I said it kinda low It won't no problem go towards the back I go had a little weed on me didn't want it to show some helicopter took my patna 3 months to grow so, I slid to the rear to find my chair Hey pretty girl is this my chair here? the key Y) didn't even crack a smile She smelt my black and Mild she think I be actin wild and she refused to move her purse out the little little seat freak trying to get the dude to curse wanted a nigga to rant and rave just because of my color, thinkin I cant behave I said, "Pardon me ma'am, excuse me miss But there's no reason for you to be pissed I done payed my dues, payed my bills and fees Just wanna sit by the window here while I'm feeling the breeze" caise (chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this way everyday Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier Breezier, Breezier Attendants walked the asles as if we were in some type of camp I seen all my belongings, big and small things disappearing underneath on ramp man, I started feeling kinda wicked should have never bought a ticket put on my seat belt in case we land in shit creek I had to grit me teeth but then things kinda felt in place I couldnt wait, broke out my big bag put it on the tray table wheels start rolling, table wouldnt stay stable Waiter walked up and said do you want a beer? I said yeah, he got happy start doing a cheer He gave a bag of nuts to the nigga next in line Put on a gas mask and pointed to the exit sign I'm checkin it odd, I'm feeling the breeze and everybody on the plane lookin at me, cause (Chorus) Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate tryin to find a way to feel just like this everyday Breezier, Breezier x3 The weather started getting rough and the big ass plane shook I started trippin, cause everybody was flippin and dippin and even hiding pocket books from crooks I'm like look I know its kinda scary, its a long way down you should have had your shit together when you was on the ground aint no time for whining and crying about dying cause when its your time, its your time, but right now I'm (chorus) feel so Right now I feel so good that I won't let nothin or nobody bring me down cant wait until the pilot finally levitate trying to find a way to feel just like this everyday |
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[Verse 1:]
Im A Cool Like Fellow - Lay Back Mellow Smokin' Out Type Of Dude How Does A Lacville Rollin' - Ghetto Rollin' Guy Get A Girl Like You Im Curious But Serious - Tell Me What Kind Of Chances Do I Have With You - Kuz Really I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute Lets Take A Walk And We Can Talk And Smoka A Stoge Girl ( Shutup Boy) You Oughtta Hola At A Nigga Like Me Girl (Shutup Boy) Now Should I Leave Or Stay Around (Stay Around) (I Don't Know) Well Sometimes Can I Take You Out Girl (Sure) (Maybe So) [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Bridge:] Im A Cool Type Chick - You Aint Got To Trip But I Was Startin' To Trip On You I Know You Saw Me Looking At You I Thought You Thought You Were Too Cute So I Told Myself - I Know I Could Find Another Guy Who Wants To Be With Me All Night I Turned Around And It Was You (Hey How You Doin' Girl Wats Up Wit It) I Don't Think You Can Handle This - Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoo ( I Whoo Whoo You Girl) I Don't Think You Are Ready For This (Girl Im Ready Right Now) I Don't Think So No No Do You Really Want - This Poon Well Guess What - You Cant Have It - Not Right Now [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You [Verse 2:] Cutey Pie You Be Why I Be Up All Night I Hit You On Your Pager But You Wont Call Back Am I Wastin' My Time - I Wanna Know Before I Go Too Far I Know That Everybody Know Who You Are Don't Be Afraid Or Ashamed - I Got Game And Im Next Pass It To Me I'll Hit Panties All Nets (Swish) I Wish Upon A Star But Where You Are - I Don't Know Now Im Doing What I Shouldve Did A Long Time Ago [Chorus:] I Would Have Holla'd Though - A Long Time Ago But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (Well That's Kind Of Sad It Aint Even Like That) Well You Know How Ya'll Cute Girls Do Now Im Kind Of Mad - I've Been Wastin' Time But I Thought You Thought You Was Too Cute (That's Sad So What Do You Think Now) I Want To Leave Out With You |
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(Devin the Dude)
Don't Go, No girl (don't go just yet baby) I'm surprised you tried to compromise and not supply me with The pleasure of touching you tenderly, at least a tit Shit, a nipple or something, Just let me tickle it with my pinkie And play with your, well you know, get my middle finger stankin' (Girl: Hey don't touch that) I was just kidding but you was crunk at the club, now we're alone and you bullshittin Kissin' all on my neck, squeezing all on my shit You getting yourself all wet, simply for the funk of it Why don't you get undressed, lay back, let me massage ya I won't tell Timmy, if you won't tell Tosha Everything should be Kosh-er, well you know kosher Why let your lips hang, let 'em sing like they supposed to (My name's Cecile) Pass the sweet around and hush Don't pull my third leg and I won't beat around your bush I put 15 dollars in the tank to come and get ya Now you ready to go and want me to wait til Wednesday to get with ya (Chorus) I got ta go Where you got to go? Don't go to soon Where you got to go? Another day wasted Shoulda told you I couldn't make it A nigga damn near masturbated But I waited I told myself that I would quit Fuckin with ya, after I can tell all my friends that I hit But now its Blue Ball Tuesday I may be out but I'm not down I hit the town, neighbors frown Hearing my ultrasound I couldn't hear my phone But when I checked it, a message Opened it up and read it It was you, saying come get it Hey, sure you ready? I mean, you felt it before, you know its heavy And hard; you have me 'bout to nut just thinking of you Those titties, that ass, girl I think I love you Devin (talking on phone): I'll be there about 10 What you got on? You haven't been drinking have you? Oh yeah, you want some more? What? What do you mean somebody at the door? Hello? I gotta go Why you gotta go? Don't Go just yet baby Her man came home soooooon And then she saw him walk straight into the room She was just on the phone luckily Talking to a strong-boned nigga like me I, detour to the left, mashed on the gas Dick hard, hard times, I'm mad, gave the gas another smash But fuck it, I'll get another chance Cause tomorrow she's gonna borrow her mother's van And that's a whole lot of room for the boom-shaka-laka I've been spending time, thinking on how soon I can fuck her But seems the bitch ain't gonna get no dick somewhat like Lassie Cause her momma's takin the van to visit her Auntie in Tallahassee I gotta go Where you gotta go? I gotta go Baby don't go, don't go I gotta go Where you gotta go? |
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Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all
Anythang is plenty man Anythang is plenty man and is better than an nothin at all Anythang is plenty man You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again [Refrain] Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] [Interlude] [Refrain] You ain't the only one who got problems You ain't the only one who knows pain Get up off your ass and just solve it You still got a chance to try to change - try this shit again Really ain't no need for self pity Cryin when there's no one else around Life I know sometimes can get shitty Even shittier when sleepin on the ground - no need to complain [Refrain] Notihin at all - nothin at all - anything is plenty man I hope you realize that everybody gonna need somebody sometime Anythang is plenty man and is better than an' nothin at all Anythang is plenty man.. |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme [Explict Version] (2005)
[Verse One]
Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine K, reefer, dank, sell ya boy a plump dime Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got Smokin' everyday I can't let go Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean Perfecto Neighbors they say they smell this shit from next do' And they keep me outta they house because they know I'ma fiend Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines Took the money to my Mexican partner his names Malito (What's up wetback? - *?spanish?*) We go way back, we'd lay back in his crib and get drunk He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get's skunk And he calls me when he get it, cause he know I'm with it And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it I'll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong And before we get high we start singin' this song [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Two] Smokin' weed really ain't nothin' to brag about Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got Straight from Jamaica from that nigga Naughty Dread He got some shit with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the challis "Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless" We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note Both of our heads bobbin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say "Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon." I'm blowed, he blowed, we high He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high And my nigga ain't greedy, he gives to the needy He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beadies We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget But you was...uh..shit [Chorus] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) [Verse Three] Niggas smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters We pass the sess around in chronological order But when ain't nobody got no weed shit seems to be hopeless I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris He always keep killa cause all he do is roll jokers It's good for his cataracts and help him stay focused He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game They used to sing R & B the shoopdey doowop thang They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen They had to switch up and change they name every now and then Finally tried to be they self but people wouldn't accept it Shit started gettin' strange so they say fuck it and left it He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin' If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin' One day you'll get some money, you can buy me some teeth I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me Cause I love the reefer" [Chorus] [x2] Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa Love the good motha Muy bien marijuana Love the good reefa Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba) (Devin talking over hook) Pops you out Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The OJays Shit, hell this even for the BG's (Devin sings hook in little Mexican voice til fade) |
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from Devin The Dude - To Tha X-Treme [Explict Version] (2005)
(feat. KB, Man Child)
[Hook:] Cut... Cut...Cut... Get Funky... [Devin the Dude:] If you're really, really ready to party Then let me hear everybody Say "we came to party" (we came to party) I say 1 2 3 in the place to be It's DEV on the MIC I'm a one of a kind, I rock shock your mind I put this dick on your back and try to break your spine Yo I'm not as rich as the rest of the game But I mack you bitches just the same Say you're ready to jam well you ain't said shit You were trying to find a party, well this is it [KB:] Well I am Thunderpipe and I'd like to say "shalom" I say if that kind ain't lbs, will I cut the bitch, hell no I love collared greens, with lima beans, chicken, cornbread, Kool-Aid and iced tea I love my chicken fried, my women wide, GMC trucks is all I ride I like hollering at bitches and nuttin' on titties Hoes gettin' fucked from city to city [Man Child:] And when they come outside, and to the front Leave your niggas at home, bring your weeds and blunts But if you sucka boy bands start talkin' your shit Ready to run any lyrics while I fuck this bitch I'll wreak the freak 7 days a week The chickens fight for my big pipe 'Cause I'm the ass master with the greenest trees My dick numb on your girl, strung, feelin' the breeze [Devin the Dude:] Niggas freeze when I step in the club Grabbin' a nut, highed as fuck The party's jumpin', the place is packed And then we stroll to the back and roll a sack Where it's at y'all, hit the mat y'all Grab the weed and hit it and give it back y'all [KB:] Well I'm the K, the B, and the place to be I got dick for all the young ladies So when I'm all in the club I stay fresh as hell Never bust Versace but I bust gazelles When I'm at the bar it's strictly Tanqueray Fuck the Cristal and fuck the Moet And all the fellas here trippin' cause I'm out of Decatur And I got more numbers than a calculator Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop Keep on, make your body rock [Man Child:] All the ladies, all the ladies, all the ladies in the club If he ain't got no money, call that buster a scrub (Scrub motherfucker, scrub motherfucker) All my niggas, all my niggas, all my niggas in the house If you ain't got no rubber, stick your dick in her mouth [Devin the Dude:] Then I, take it out and wash my dick in the sink Roll me a sweet and fix me a drink Now I'm fresh and clean, I shampoo my nuts Call up some sluts that are cool to fuck Niggas wondering how I do the things I do Listen motherfuckers while I break it down for you I say uno, dos, I got hairy balls Tres, cuatros, ask your girl vato [KB:] I say skip, da, where can I go I can't get my dick inside this bitch's hole So I put it in her mouth, and I choke the ho She never seen a big dog with a big dick before Say we don't need no music, 'cause all we want to do Is hit the club, and get fucked up, and break a trick or two You say it... (We don't need no music, 'cause all we want to do Is hit the club, and get fucked up, and break a trick or two) |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at cha boyfriend aint cha You'se a bad girl gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss'em use Colgate She Swallowed It Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it then let Mel Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it damn bitches Man this is what I'm talkin about Chicken head chicken fed with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place Airtouched Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick help you re decorate your walls Cut your backyard don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it l like a dancer bitch it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time that you wanted You can give me some head but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But tonight I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces I know your man's lookin for ya he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu On the sneak tip on some creep shit So whatcha gon'do ya freak bitch You actin like you don't do dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out Twenty fo seven Dre Snoop and Devin We servin these hoes and never lovin these I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got ahusband who loves you You need to give him your quality time |
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from Mike Jones - The Voice (2009)
[INTRO]
[Devin the Dude] Jeaaa, haha You know my dick been hard, waitin for you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [Mike Jones] I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Girl give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [VERSE 1 (Devin the Dude)] You know I'm comin through and ill be there with a sack I got brothers and I'm ready to put dick in yo back Cuz you know how to act when you hit me on the cell You don't be leavin me messages like you mad as hell You tell me that your pussy's wet and you're thinking bout me You know that you want it and you really just cant live without me And I'll be glad to come but after that yo I got to go Cuz if you start talkin shit bitch I holla ho Don't have patience for no naggin' ass broad The one who ignore you when your dick get hard They know when your dough run low so they be frontin' They don't give you no pussy if you don't give them no money But you know what time it is when I'm in your spine with this You know that you'll never find a dick like I possess You feel it all in your chest Sometime it hurt but you can't help but say yes As I push this dick all up in your bush Bust a couple of nuts and then I fire up the kush You put on your panties I put on my drawers We'll holla next week when the sun falls [CHORUS] [Mike Jones] I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Girl give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you [Devin the Dude] You know my dick been hard, waitin for you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call So I can do some damage to you I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell I need yo love so hit me on my cell Give me a call, give me a call (you know my phone number) So I can do some damage to you [VERSE 2 (Mike Jones)] I fuck hos good, make em fall asleep I break a bitch down till she cant breathe I grind her whole shoulder hit it from the back Make her climax I know you like that Your baby daddy trippin hit a nigga up So I can pick you up get a room and beat it up Don't got no six pack but I got six stacks I make them fall in love when I hit it from the back The girl don't need no bread she one step ahead I start grabbin her she start givin' head The girl don't need no bread she one step ahead I start grabbin her she start givin' head [CHORUS Repeats] [VERSE 3 (Mike Jones)] You need some lovin girl I got antidote I hear your body callin like oh I kill it Hit me on the celly so I can work my dealie You need a tune up girl let me fix you up I'll come and pick you up lay you down and dick you up I mean dick you down girl I'm a ?? You want it like you say you want it come and see me now I'm something like a doctor I make ya feel good Ya hand on my woodgrain (now that's real wood) I see ya ho with a happy face Want some more dough meet me at the same place I see ya ho with a happy face My dick like cocaine [CHORUS Repeats] [OUTRO (Mike Jones)] Girl ima beat up your backbone Beat up your backbone Beat up your backbone Cuz ima do some damage to you Aye aye I told you lil mama You wanna get you some sleep? That nightquil ain't gonna help you out baby I got you some dickquil Put you straight to sleep I don't know if you heard I got the best dick in town You better ask around |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Hook
Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne BUN B Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter bro Bubba for ya troubles on the double itll get ya bro Pass me the d?s, light it up with ease, in a cirle full of G?s, Smokin on them trees Pass me a cigar, and imma buss it down quick Pass me the purple, make sure that hoe is round and thick Break it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it?s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimpin I can?t even fight it, its callin me to smoke So I fire up another square and take another toke I be damn near goin broke And my girl say I?m wrong, Shit but KUSH IS MY COLOGNE Im inhalin it, exhaling it, it makes me more intelligent I feel like I?m still mailin it or sellin it, they smellin it Kush, purp, strong dro. What I need cologne fo? They tried to send me to rehab but I said? No No I wont go Damn its really loud, smellin like a whole pound Kush cologne, haze is her perfume Bubba kush for breakfast, with my captain crunch I smoke ten blunts before lunch No that sounds like that?s too much Im so high, Im so in the sky, everybody know Marijuana is my fragrance, probably smell it on my clothes I smoke that bubonic sonic, i've been sippin gin and tonic You lil boys is hooked on phonics, Gucci hooked on chronic sonic Im in this booch hella kid And i've been smoking hella weed Lick it twist back down Probably wont know how i go home Babe be wanna suck my bone She gotta fuck me jeans on Fuck me dress on, fuck me jeans on, fuck me dress off, fuck me jeans on Anything hollin a dane Tryna get brain but i don't know her name Looking at my chain Let me explain Kush, cocaine but i don't make it rain Gimme the gudda bitch no extension Pay me up or pay me no attention ....... DEVIN THE DUDE Kush is my cologne, I got many fragrances Shit gets so expensive but I hardly have to pay for shit Every puff is like a squirt, smell it all off in my shirt Coworkers give me compliments every time I go to work What kinda cologne you on? Dro is like my aftershave Have me feelin and smellin so good yo I don?t have to bathe But by all means, I must keep my balls clean Make sure my dicks legit then I go take care the small things And it all seems worth it 450?s kinda steep but I deserve it Weed smell so loud that you think you heard that purp |
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from Snoop Dogg 11집 - Doggumentary (2011)
[Verse 1 – Snoop Dogg]
My mama told me never ever trust one, bust one and break ‘em Be about your paper n*gga take it Everyday’s a hustle, got these haters at my neck Suckers tryna get a check Boss dogg does it, hoes wanna call it what it wasn’t Tryna kiss a n*gga all in public b*tch, is you crazy? I preach pimping not pussy shit I heard it all before I ain’t no motherf*ckin rookie I’m a long beach, grown twenty? playa ’bout his g’s I ain’t tripping off these walls You know these rats is after cheese Messing with my focus, the locust on his grind They be focus on his d*ck and keep your focus off my time Stay in the lane that I made for you to chill Until then it’s been real, I gotta handle business And you I know we’re in it, see tripping gets you nowhere Cause b*tch I’m on that [Hook ] I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch constantly checking on me B*tch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, that's why I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch… [Verse 2 - Devin the Dude] We used to rock to the rhythm that didn’t stop Now you telling me I need to be getting out and go find me a b*tch Cause it’s over and through But why do I need a b*tch when I got you I don’t mean it like it sounds, but we used to be a team Yo, we used to have a dream yo, we used to put our things together Now it’s dividing, hiding, bottled up negative feelings inside These b*tches, they come a dime a dozen F*ck one that once sucked my d*ck and find another (b*tches) I don’t need ‘em, don’t buy ‘em nothing to drink, I don’t feed them (b*tches) Never mind them, I stay in front, I used to chase behind them No, I don’t wine and dine them (b*tches) [Hook] I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch constantly checking on me B*tch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, that's why I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch… [Verse 3 – Snoop Dogg] Hell no, I don’t need one And all that talking and fussing b*tch you can miss me I put these size twelves down on a 10 speed Before I let a b*tch get the best of me I don’t need no b*tch b*tch b*tch The recipe for danger, phone checking, the recipe for anger I’m from a gang but I don’t wanna bang ya And I can tell how you tell all your friends about my Benz and my ears? b*tch Really I’m the perfect stranger, which turned you to the perfect stalker Body like miss Parker, maybe get little darker But I’ma have to pass on that ass you was too much in the first place Never understood when it was work day And then she all up on your boy in the worst way You need to detox, b*tch see Dr. Dre Cause crazy ain’t gonna get it, and tripping get you nowhere Cause b*tch I’m on that, b*tch I’m on that [Hook] I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch all on me Trippin’ and calling my phone, always lying I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch constantly checking on me B*tch don’t even try it I’m out here grinding, that's why I don’t need no b*tch, b*tch, b*tch… You need to quit talking crazy I don’t need no b*tch You need to quit talking crazy |
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