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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Cam'Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Nature)
[Nature] Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna's Gettin more press then Elien Gonzalez Some niggas tell me I'm the hottest I never cool off Criticize the shit I write but it's never too soft Snatch channels like I'm Disney Half grizzlie unexplain When niggas see me they duck Hoppin i pass quickley Someone to laugh wit me get acquainted They know exactly when a niggas famous Or livin dangerous The kid got a glow like i just came home Try to dull me Niggas that owe be hiding from me Changin their names Screenin their calls The dreamcast in the crib Never leavin at all Playin NBA 2K for two days straight Fifty dollas a game Ket me polish my gain Withdrawin at the bank Never deposit a thing Yo I gotta make a dolla wit slang [Cam'ron] Back in the day we was slave Whips and chains Its tradition All i got whips and chains All i did Flip some cane Now a nigga sick of the range Only a new six could fix the pain Look at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veins Milton Bradley wanna get my game 5-0 wanna frisk my frame I dont deal wit cheap blow When i shoot no block Sort of like a free throw Cant miss And one of you bitches burn me and i cant piss Got me itchin like its dandrif You gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitch Im a stomp you stab you Look at you you dam bitch Ya love I would dumb back out Everybody like "killa When u come back out," Listen I like rap Routine had to stop Met a new connect got it 18 a whop Cops on payroll every block got blow We fight every night Reunite then pop Mo Thats how it is when you deal wit me And I dont feel tv Only real tv Real money real gats real cats real girls MTV I'll show you the real world Cats run up on you Splater your white eyes Thats only to make saturday night live Lookin for a casket got the right size Wanna bake a cake i got the right pies Crashed up the four But now the right five Lookin for beef you found the right guys Old folk say "cam stop ur route Why you gotta get the guns Just box it out" Listen that there is trife Only fightin is the doctor And thats for your life As for your wife Took her out just to tour town Bench press for what I lift four pounds Tear up your car All four doors down Cats wanna box Well heres four more rounds [Styles] Yo, Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I'ma smack you yap you and murder you Keep talkin bout your dawgs is this And you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitch Lets get straight to the point Aint a nigga better than me Im agrivated and im fed to the T If I gotta do joints And im sittin for five When you remeniss about me Say the nigga was live I got twelve arm robberies pendin A dope charge, a gun charge Hard to see holiday bendin Wit a brand new case Twenty niggas, the ride A spot OT And some brand new base Why say names You could get who ever you know I got the gun cocked Ready to blow Dont compare his rhymes to mines Mines is real And his is just words and lines [Sheek] Now I'ma give it to you straight cause I don't cop no pleas Sheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheese Wit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski's And you could see your whole body on my H-R vreethe How you wanna do this shit Like the quick and the dead So i could cock back Empty out the back of your head Do a drive-by go head Im quick wit the heater I shoot threw you Your car And threw the parkin meter [Jadakiss] Look it ain't much to talk about, fuck you Fuck where you from, you better wear your gun Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts Few hot shells outta the chrome will leave you there Wit a funny smell like gun powder colon Listen everythings about the kiss The new dope out Sky blue CL 6 Wit the new poke outs Tired of the speculation faggit Everything is real here Ya aint gonna get wreck on jason Hold down the fort Could never be baught So I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facin Rather start gunnin Cause soon as you start chasin the money Thats when the money start runnin I drive by in a car service Hope out wit mad nigga Pull my phone out Like ya nervous [Fabolous] Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin benches Wit kay's of the cane Leave strays sittin inches Away from your brain In them grey kitted benzes I sway threw the lanes Now the nay's just sit and flinches When they see the chain Ya might not never come out My verses get heard I'm a hustler I dont sleep from the first to the third Take the ???? to Cali But the shots go quickly Put red spots on your neck And they not no hickeys The truck still got those micky's And dont even pass it my way If its not no sticky No matter where Im at I pop regaurdless Cause I get knocked I cut a check Ya gone drop the charges Put three holes in head Make em look like bowlin balls Come threw in spring Wit nikes that dont get sold till fall So I could hardly care Cause the only way I see time behind bars If its a cartier |
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from Jimmy Cozier - Jimmy Cozier (2001)
"She's All I Got" [Verse:1] I wanna Tell yall about my old lady sometimes I think she's really crazy she blacks out at the drop of a dime but she's still my baby she likes to get into confrentations with me testing my patients to see how far she can go before I lose my head Chorus: Sometimes I love her Somtimes I love her not I aint letting her go cause she's all I got although she nags me and complains alot I aint letting her go no, no ,no [Verse:2] The Next minute she could be sweet as ever grinnin' from ear to ear thats why were together what could make her change so fast" It's very confusing Many times I felt like up and leaving oh girl but Im way to deep in love with her as crazy as she is I want her to have my kids [Chorus] [Verse 3] With her I have grown With her home is home I would never turn my back on my baby I can't do that [Chorus 3x] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (ok) Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right) Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still [chorus] Yea That's right Yea, ok [chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) Got skills in the trunk with me (ok) Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right) Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah) And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me [Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest and you in piece wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go [Chorus] [Fabolous + (Nate Dogg)] Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck that can make it feel like the block's movin My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin, won't wake up You can't deny it [Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told that ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still [chorus] Yea That's right Yea, ok [chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet ask Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you can't take the coupe wit dishes Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[D.J Clue + Fabolous]
D.J Clue, Desert Storm You know how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man Fabolous (uh, yea, uh) the album, Ghetto Fabolous (come on, uh, yo) Come on man!! [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is some c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff crome, that would of help Puff Combs Every hustler on this planet ask Givin' away twenties so big, they in sandwhich bags, nigga uh, yea F A B, O L O U S yea, fo real, uh, yo, uh [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya gon make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin No you can't take the coupe wit dishes Cause when I hit the highway, it always makes the troop suspicious Please, I get my dollar from the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin' or grinin' Who else can it be spellin it at them You have them tappin they friend like "I'm tellin you that's him", stupid |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear The way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, 'Shortie could get it' Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like 'Damn, Shortie could get it' And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Verse 1]
Yo, yall gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on, throw on, ya tight mugs or ya stares It's like Bugs up in here Like Thugs up in here Throw ya fingas up like you gon' snipe slugs in the air HATAS- might have a slight grudge when I'm there See the froze on my wrist, like bugs in my ear Ladies pass through, I might rub on her rear Pop Cris' in her face, make her wipe suds from her hair Even dykes tug on my gear The way I like strud up in here Look at the nice smuds that I wear Drinks be flingin, minks be swingin The way the pinky-ringin, link be blingin, you think we slingin? I wanna see the roof of your coupe, sittin behind ya 18 inches and up, no sittin on minors After tha club hittin a diner, spittin the lines And end up in a hotel, gettin vagina [Chorus] Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) Don't be thinkin bout that nigga that you wit tonite Don't be thinkin bout that chick that you wit tonite Ladies- Rub ya tits if ya gettin right (Hey) Niggas- Grab ya dicks if ya gettin right (Ho) If gettin right is the only thing you wit tonite Ladies (Hey) Niggas (Ho) [Verse 2] Ma, it's hard to stop and not admit it You like the way the drop I got is kitted Cops can't spot who is it You wanna stop and jot ya digits Must be how I hop on yatchs and visit, tropic spots I did it The top the watch is glitted Make niggas wanna bop they knots, stop and plot to get it Like I won't pop a shot in fitteds I got the type of machine guns that cops and swats be hitted I wanna drop but not to hit it, stop we not committed Think we hittin shoppin spots, forget it Move ya neck, rock from side to side Neva get checked, me and my glock side and side This in ya deck let it knock inside ya ride We in the 'jects of the blocks in the widest five Spendin a grands nutin for 'lous (lis) You aint got on a badge playa, so why you handcuffin the chicks? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yall hardly see I be 'round But when I do, I be, I be down in a VIP lounge I get in the club, I dont need ID now Bulky nig, can't even see my 3-pound Yall know how that kid from B-Stuy be down Yall see my C-pound, yall see yall be drowned Skee-o, gotta, re-ply she down, which sheet I meet down I know she gettin right- HEY Ladies tug me when I strut So this thug be in the cut, takin thug b's to the gut Rays beamin, yall think I be day-dreamin But I stay schemin like, 'Shortie could get it' Next screenin, they see all this ice and grey gleamin They like 'Damn, Shortie could get it' And I may be crazy But I see some ladies tonite that should be drinkin my baby's baby [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occaison Sneak in the Days Inn I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin' Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it Still what I mean is Your brains gotta send chills through my penis 'Til I feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser [Chorus] Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades in all of my classes Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] These bitches they done got real bad Cause now I pull out, leavin 'em lookin like model for a "Got milk?" ad I'm a teachers pet And even if you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes wit hood tutors is some good buddha And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters They don't care where the cops is Outta the blue they stop biz Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz I stay 10 minutes in night clubs Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night class in the CL Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin It's for certain You are the weakest link, Goodbye [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know my girls in North and South Caddy They all for mouth waxin' And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL Dont even know them hoes In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA Them hoes in Detroit will suck the Breevort My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction [Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian Who have the weekend occaison Sneak in the Days Inn I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin' Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't gotta be perfect I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it Still what I mean is Your brains gotta send chills through my penis 'Til I feel like a geinus Look at it from a playa's postition I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition My classes be like two three hours That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser [Chorus] Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades in all of my classes Still what I mean is I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius And all that I ask is That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes [Verse 2] These bitches they done got real bad Cause now I pull out, leavin 'em lookin like model for a "Got milk?" ad I'm a teachers pet And even if you good at math ma you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette All it takes wit hood tutors is some good buddha And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters They don't care where the cops is Outta the blue they stop biz Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz I stay 10 minutes in night clubs Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night class in the CL Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin It's for certain You are the weakest link, Goodbye [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know my girls in North and South Caddy They all for mouth waxin' And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL Dont even know them hoes In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA Them hoes in Detroit will suck the Breevort My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions They just suck outta you like liposuction [Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. Chorus - If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. Chorus - [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin' to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us 'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard got enough chips to bribe you wit' it pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted I got niggas on my side comitted to leave you and the driver splitted with your brain spilled inside your fitted Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim operate with more chips than IBM fuck with me and make the news at Five PM. Chorus - If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug. [Fabolous] Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in the club, under each arm is two dames buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill. Chorus - [Fabolous] I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators bed ridden talkin' to investigators now these ladies will do anything just to date us 'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters when police come for me, fly West to Vegas ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out What nigga.... Chorus |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Featuring Fabolous Sport]
(Fabolous) (F A B O) (L O U S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Featuring Fabolous Sport]
(Fabolous) (F A B O) (L O U S) (Dj Clue) New hit Fabulous straight from Desert Storm Whaaaaaat! I don't understand how niggas insist to knows bout How we spend car money to glist our rolls out Play bars and buy the cris and moes out Flash benjies just to twist the hoes out Fabolous the one from the menatti mix Known to have more kicks than karate flicks Slim nigga in a big body six Wit enough dough and pull to Gotti fixed If I wasn't rappin I'd have a ??? Down south in a town you never heard before Dealin wit weight Columbians would murder for ??? cats I keep burnin for furthermore I'm the nigga every freak press be in a sleek S That's gon need week rest after greekfest Jump in private jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded up and custom fitted Tinted up and BB kinted Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Now sports the kind of nigga you could spot everyday Sip lots of cherry 'Ze in a hot chevy 'Le I know's a few niggas that plot to bury J Wanna scar my face put a shot in my derrier What you gon do when we send shots from every way We got perion while y'all got perrier I strut past in diamonds that could cut glass Wit dime bitches that'll make a nigga nut fast Now I gotta fiend bout to throw some chrome on a quarter Cop a crown and put stones on a border Smoke the trees now that's grown underwater Still keep 9's that'll put ya bones out of order Got the condo cats will leave ya dead for Chicks givin sarges and crucial head for That make local cops go to feds for Anything you want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous so cool I could play Texas In Avirex's light gray lexus Rockin white diamonds wit a gray necklace Fuck and bounce don't even stay for breakfast We doin shit that'll make maid neck twist Wit a fancy chick we pay to pet kiss Fuck studs I'm bout to throw bagettes in my ear And be getting head from brunettes in a lear If you ain't talkin money I don't wanna chit chat Throwin partys in Jamaica when I hit plat Receivin chips thugs catch cases for Make bitches beat me til my waist is sore Sport come through nigga like checks on the first Doin the bump drivin a lex in reverse Now we don't pop it unless it's a hundred a wop And I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops (chorus) (Dj Clue) DJ Clue, Fabolous Fresh out York Star Concords Bronx entertainment D-O-S A-T-L Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (Dj Clue) My Nigga Lou, Willies You know how we do it That platinum shit Word up! |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrob |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah [verse 1] Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin' Playa like me? every season these chicks have been Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?" After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh [Chorus] I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy (Watch it, please) Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy (Put down that cheese) Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy (You get nothin' from me) You get NOTHIN! [Verse 2] So the kid never stresses a female And if you ask where I live they gon' give you addresses to e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v's dwell They heard how many albums I presses for retail And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled And my wardrob |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
"One Day"
[Fabolous humming to the beat] It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared? Cause one day it could happen" I dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no I just want some peace of mind Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined But on a small island, too far for police to find With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All ya'll can see if every piece be dime And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind Hold your head, your stress will cease in time [Chorus] Sometimes I wish I could go way back when I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson Everything was OK back then Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin I gotta go back through my ol' way packin These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These hoes may crack grins but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions If I would've let this flow stay packed in I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those gray plaques in Yeah [Chorus] One day it'll happen That One day I'd be rappin No One day it could happen One day I'd be trapped in No |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
"One Day"
[Fabolous humming to the beat] It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train Sometimes I ain't see no gain cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains I was lucky I ain't seized or maim Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games But now shit with these skios changed I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes I'm still here [Chorus] My moma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen" Who knew I'd have what it takes, to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared? Cause one day it could happen" I dreamed about this game, but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no I just want some peace of mind Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined But on a small island, too far for police to find With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined I gotta make sure my niece is fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All ya'll can see if every piece be dime And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind Hold your head, your stress will cease in time [Chorus] Sometimes I wish I could go way back when I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson Everything was OK back then Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin I gotta go back through my ol' way packin These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These hoes may crack grins but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions If I would've let this flow stay packed in I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those gray plaques in Yeah [Chorus] One day it'll happen That One day I'd be rappin No One day it could happen One day I'd be trapped in No |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Yo {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} We in the door now {Yea} Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea {Yea} Cluemanatti {My nigga} Holla back nigga {Yea, Uh, Yea} Irv Gotti {Yea} Murder Inc. {Uh, Yea, Uh} Run'em down nigga [Fabolous] Load the 4-4 up Im the reason the price of raw go up Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up Hit you and your ho up From the torso up Leave ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up The difference between Fab and ya'll, After I pick an auto up Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up I have it when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred miles And with shoes on it now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at [Fabolous] Yo, You must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint I pull up, Pull out, Pull back Them guys will sprint Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced Once I present the four fifth why comment Im the type you tell ya dame bout Push a fellow brain out Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S) [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and That nigga got you used to the A-train on Kingston I'm fuckin on Lambo's, lay on the wingfin By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in Mind spendin a day with the kingpin? Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin And don't be scared cabby, the yea I be slingin Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameras Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know [Chrous] (Lil' Mo) I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight [Verse 2] Allright, okay... You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to You can push the grey station through I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2 How da hell ??? been tweekin out How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out She'll be tired of trainin dat mutt You probably be fakin like you came and you ain't even nut Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo strut Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go Repeat Chorus [Verse 3] I think it's just that ladies ??? I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy I like 'em D cup, bust, wit crazy fatties They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle Throw yo legz up while I work the middle Already told me how you strictly be witt'em Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me? Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? So they can point their fucking fingers and call me the fucking bad guy? [Verse 1] I guess I'm the bad guy The fingers is pointing Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny Cochran Be the same dudes, testing your patience In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, That's the bad guy. So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours Quit they job and live off the child support How could you stand there, smile in court I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I'm liking you? Wrong Cause even if I get locked My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change the subject fool And start askin if I remember you from public school You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me ? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don't care what other haters do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection [Gun Shot |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He always tells the truth That's what it's all about? That's what we work so hard for Fabolous? So they can point their fucking fingers and call me the fucking bad guy? [Verse 1] I guess I'm the bad guy The fingers is pointing Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin I keep the home ? two way contact for Johnny Cochran Be the same dudes, testing your patience In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments These playas been playin' foul And I done learned my lesson with flagrants Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment I'm what they been trying to do, not do I'm the kid, they been lying to you You need people like me I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Yeah, that's the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] You need people like me So you can point your fucking fingers And say, That's the bad guy. So, what they make you? Good? [Verse 2] Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours Quit they job and live off the child support How could you stand there, smile in court I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches If they see how the Rolls Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real [Pain In Da Ass] So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ? You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through [Verse 3] Come on What type of bad guy give fellas ?, females hugs I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs I get threats over the two way from email thugs I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs Think I'm liking you? Wrong Cause even if I get locked My money won't let me stay unrighteous for wrong Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change the subject fool And start askin if I remember you from public school You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me ? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me I don't care what other haters do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection [Gun Shot |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus] x 3 |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers 'Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus - Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call 'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire 'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus] x 3 |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga yea yea ok, i know you i know, i know [Verse 1] If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets O.k, I'll rap a little faster But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor I'm like you except I date supermodels The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow We get the same parties probably My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy And I dont front for nothin' I likes, I gets, I want for nothin' I'm givin' ya straight answers And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer [Chorus] Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die WE DONT GIVE A FUCK! [Verse 2] I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana I'd be on the coast of Tawanna Bitches who look, close to Madonna, Dosie cabanna, toast by a ? I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor for niggaz who supposed to be drama I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna Get head while I'll roast in a sawna F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that? And I hit the ? wit the scandals Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle Ya insides be burnin like candles Rippin down posters, t |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 2] I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin Ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pot too Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue [Chorus 2] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 3] Cruisin top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the bulls I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) |
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from Fabolous - Ghetto Fabolous (2001)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Crys hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin, guys that send Po's Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, trials aquit those Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Listen to the two way alert It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat) Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt [Chorus 1] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 2] I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabe's Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Tim's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin Ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I flew So I got a deal I sell pot too Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue [Chorus 2] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) [Verse 3] Cruisin top on the Mercedes low Turn us up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin I just bought the bulls I put ya'll in the front page articles I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle to start the Clue's Reppin I'm that kid about the doe I done copped coke and started droughts before Shit Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes [Chorus 3] Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!) Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
"Bad Bitch"
[Fabolous] (hahahaha) Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga Most niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned Trying the unknown Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other Wow! it's a wonderful thing To have a pretty female under each wing The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies That take off their Rockavalis? My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley I hope this ain't tooking wrong But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs [Chorus] I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by [Verse] I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them I ain't with the blazay blah Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?) I got a bad chick on my left lap Bad chick on my right lap Do as I suggest, I confess At my request they gon' get right So when you see lipstick on both cheeks That mean I slip dick in both freaks They started calling me Two Time Johnny After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's This brother done had 'em From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES! It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too [Chorus] [Verse] At the most it'll take an hour together To get these girls from dancing wit each other In to taking showers together They know, it's a studio in Fab crib One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs Boo, my government is personal But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins I don't care who you bringing wit you Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you I love that thing that you do And I know about the tongue and nipple But I ain't know you had a ring in it too I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww) [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
[chorus (Woman Sings)] Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool yaself if you try to deny him [Fabolous] I'm nothin like them other brothers I got no choice but to slut her cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these just might go tell the judge (i rest my case) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] you could be prancin thru ghettos in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel whos as hansome as ghetto this mans earings look transparent and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents I want the type of money athletes consume I have to assume I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room (oooh) I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast call me a nurse fast shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class (Relax) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] They ask for it so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in (cowabunga) ya low ridin denims look like midgets is hidin in em they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me and um im not braggin, but just imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me (BIATCH!!!) [chorus repeat] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm. Fabolous, the album Street Dreams. I mean we all street dream sometime or anutha. You know, fast cars,cash,women,livin the life. My boy Fabolous, he livin the street dream yo. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
"Not Give A Fuck"
I'm here to shake up the world... I'm somethin' like a phenomenom, But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's turnin' his momma on, I like to see rumps in pharoah garment thongs, Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song, Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm particularly picky, When it comes to licky licky, Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly, Under the doo-rag,?? sixty, It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said Okay! [Chorus] I'm fly enough, to do better, But pimp enough to not give a fuck, And I'm thug enough, to do better, And gangsta enough to not give a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to know better, But ballin' enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make your grandma glance, And everybody know, everybody go, So please, call the stretch ambulance, These dudes don't stand a chance, When I pull up like the pamper brand, Those in the Lambo slants, With a madame from France, With a ass so big, You couldn't hide it in hammer pants, Who else be in New York, With Miami tans, Got everybody doin' the street family dance, I'm sure this hammer can, Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't wanna F wit me, Please believe it, I'm definately, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be, Believe it please [Chorus] I'm introduced to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double duces, That ??, Like they boots made by Timbaland, I have to remind, Since I got drafted and signed, Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin' |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Fabolous] Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! [Missy Elliott] Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!) I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!) [Missy Elliott] You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch [Chorus] [Fabolous] They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear D.E.A been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came through in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the f*** wanna beef My Fendi knits be 3X so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(Rollie) with the sleeve on top You n***** know where my heat stay at I leave n***** M I A and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] N***** don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gidson and Dan Glover Now I lose V money and C lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of Gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer X5 When I come through it be increaseing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they struck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up T'n never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus]1x [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) Ya'll n***** ain't ain't gangstas til y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor I'm snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these n***** in workin with the D A now If I'm in a ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a Hoochie freak or a dime in a Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepibn' it Gangsta If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus {till end}] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
"Up On Things"
(feat. Snoop Dogg) [Intro: Fabolous] Uh.. Yeah.. Walk with me west coast Yeah.. Uh.. It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh. [Verse 1: Fabolous] If you ain't up on things Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl) You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon" You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin' But I fuck bitches, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties And plug switches that make you sit funny I'm a rider.. [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you banging like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be) [Verse 2: Fabolous] C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down I ease up with these 4 pounds Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds I pick these up its G code now Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen I got something that bring green That look something like string beans I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends White, yellow, and a little something that bling green We going to blast if we going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)] If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double g's After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me We'll probably go below publically I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly For those who pose to closely (backup) Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride From the north to the south to the east to the west [Hook: Fabolous] So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) Uh.. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2002)
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this g |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
Uh, Uh, Uh
Baby girl You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don t put on a show to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect you gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank you She s my pinch hitter When the startin lineup ain t playin right I come off the bench with her It might sound like I m gassin you But it take time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don t sleep on the weekend Wifey s a little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep coming home in the middle of the night It ll be alright if y all bump heads it ll be a fight But I said it ll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You ain t never step out of line Or get out a pocket So I made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you I ll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gone play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But I know the boutiques and the shops you run through So I cop her one and cop you one too You always get a daily page weekly ring Plus you ain t too shy to do them freaky things I ain t gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin the whole world I m your man while I spring her At first you was somethin I denied Something I would slide Just to do somethin in the ride But shorty There s something you provide Cause the entre ain t as good without somethin on the side you know? I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go Uh Uh oh, I might be leavin the earth soon My girl gone kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume It s gonna be a clip tossed if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She won t care if I m a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty Magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the car celly You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly uh You know I care for you (care for you) Anytime this chick is there for you (there for you yea) These feelings I m a share with you Which makes it a little more clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go You re the one I want in my life (want in my life) I already got a wife (got a wife) I can t leave you alone (no) And I know I ll live in wrong But I can t let you go |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! |
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from Fabolous - This Is My Party [ep] (2002)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
[Fabolous] Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh Ghetto! Oh yeah Please believe it, believe it please Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh Street Family, yeah They call me G-H-E-T-T-O [DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro] New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens This shit's called Grand Theft Audio C'mon maan! [Fabolous] The kid's usually armed Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!) And find who you fools wanna harm Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon) The pound slugs look like combos A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?) I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah) Private jet interiors that look like condos Ya security look like Arnold But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh) Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar To looking in a Dupont registry I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that 'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat Ghetto [Joe Budden] OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers [Paul Cain] Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap I still hustle coca and crack Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques I don't write, I speak what I feel And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil Right hand, few feet from the steel They wonder how I flow so strong 'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother Always ready to clash wit titans And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in Motherfucker! [DJ Envy] People's choice Don't forget Desert Storm My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens Fat shout Varcity clothing line My man James A.D Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party You know! |
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from Dj Envy - The Desert Storm Mixtape Dj Envy Blok Party Vol.1 (2003)
Artist: Fabolous f/ Paul Cain Album: Street Dreams Song: Why Wouldn't I [Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga) Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga? Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh? (Why wouldn't they Fab?) Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh [Fabolous] Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops [Paul Cain] I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides [Fabolous] Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah) Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm [Paul Cain] Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight All for the love of cake [Fabolous] Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya? After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah) [Paul Cain] The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not ta [Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I what? [Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok) Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh) Why shouldn't I wear this much ice The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?) With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick? So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean) To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah) Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough [Fabolous] Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh) In Akademik sample velours Hypnotic samples to pour The European sample Azure Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door It's the street family boss, I land by the shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws That's up to they get cramps in they jaws I keep tefs jammed in the four Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door [Chorus - Fabolous] (Paul Cain) Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance? Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance? (Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride? And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what? [Fabolous] After a million scanned on it (yeah) Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo) Only reason you in my face ma'am Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in "Space Jam" [Paul Cain] Why wouldn't I chase chips Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement [Fabolous] Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh) Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse I oughta feel some remorse Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche [Paul Cain] Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss Spend summers in my Sicily loft Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior (Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados [Fabolous] Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
"Bad Bitch"
[Fabolous] (hahahaha) Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga Most niggas trying to get one chick, right? I'm trying to get two You know, two is always better than one, right? Yeah.. [Verse] I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned Trying the unknown Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other Wow! it's a wonderful thing To have a pretty female under each wing The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies That take off their Rockavalis? My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley I hope this ain't tooking wrong But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs [Chorus] I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by [Verse] I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them I ain't with the blazay blah Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?) I got a bad chick on my left lap Bad chick on my right lap Do as I suggest, I confess At my request they gon' get right So when you see lipstick on both cheeks That mean I slip dick in both freaks They started calling me Two Time Johnny After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's This brother done had 'em From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES! It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too [Chorus] [Verse] At the most it'll take an hour together To get these girls from dancing wit each other In to taking showers together They know, it's a studio in Fab crib One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs Boo, my government is personal But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins I don't care who you bringing wit you Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you I love that thing that you do And I know about the tongue and nipple But I ain't know you had a ring in it too I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww) [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Call Me"
Ha ha ha ha ha See ma, I think you took it I think you took it wrong like You got it misunderstood or something You got it confused I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that) Girl, that was a one night fling You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be To pull out his dick from his dungarees Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease I remember every gesture made (ooh) During the escapade (ooh) In the back of the Escalade (whoa) When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh) But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit) I usually don’t get to rag um (uh) But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh) We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh) She pulling her skirt down (uh huh) And tucking her titties in (uh huh) I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh) Caressing her pretty skin She say- “I love the video that you n PD in” (yeah right) I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) This girl hobby was to slow me down (uh) Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh) In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh) Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh) At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh) Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha) Cuz I’m like dirt when I’m digging in (uh) The way she working and fingering She must have be a gymnast Cuz the positions wasn’t hurting her ligaments Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh) But after a night, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh) Get ya under and outta where (uh) You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here So write your number on this paper (uh) I might wanna scrape ya (uh) Next year when I go on TOUR (uh) Still thinking about the one night we just spent together That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that) Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer And she still calling and paging (what the fuck) I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn) But I been hiding (uh huh) Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn) Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh) But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh) To get yearly therapy (uh huh) She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh) And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh) Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh) I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah) If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay) Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay) I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh) Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh) She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance” I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together (I mean, when was this ma?) That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever (I never said that, I never said forever) Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this) Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse But umm, some people need to make that change You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know? [Verse 1] Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole Even though I'm certified over plat's sold They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll? I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold No pride, I ain't that old Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ?? It probably don't seem like a struggle But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you If you got love for me, I still got love for you If you down for me, then I'm still down for you If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you [Verse 2] Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth I'm speakin' the known truth I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof Why would I feel like I'm a stranger? And why should I feel like I'm in danger? And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful But fuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler One million customers, and I still bust at ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk? I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks Known a few ?? and met a few locs Made a few comments, and said a few jokes But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine Before the fame, the vibe was way better then Some have even became rivals instead of friends Only two become liable for settlements I grew up watchin the Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in They know the family bring knives and barettas in I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd How could my head be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same nigga man Same nigga, that ridin' with you Niggas that's fuckin' with you I'm still fuckin' with you niggas The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy Don't let this game change you nigga... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
[chorus (Woman Sings)] Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,cuz he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool yaself if you try to deny him [Fabolous] I'm nothin like them other brothers I got no choice but to slut her cuz im in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta mami you'll be in saint tropez ridin jet skis and mopeds powderin like dope heads paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez (BIATCH!!!) (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach find a club and just post up in it what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here these just might go tell the judge (i rest my case) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] you could be prancin thru ghettos in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel whos as hansome as ghetto this mans earings look transparent and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents I want the type of money athletes consume I have to assume I'm no fool,but im so cool,when i walk in feels like theres a draft in the room (oooh) I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast call me a nurse fast shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class (Relax) [chorus repeat] [Fabolous] They ask for it so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard and you gotta catch it on tape cuz when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins and you'll get sea sick,cuz my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in (cowabunga) ya low ridin denims look like midgets is hidin in em they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me and um im not braggin, but just imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me (BIATCH!!!) [chorus repeat] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous]
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas [Verse 1] Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont pass my green on my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor Got em pullin on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Chorus] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again [Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the soap its gonna blam The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!) [Chorus] Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea) I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh) Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea) Young G's Salute (yea) Get this fuckin money man It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea) I don't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Intro: Tamia]
I think you're truely something special (Ooh) Just what my dreams are really made of (Dreams are really made of) Lets stay together you and me boy(Oh oh oh oh) There's no one like you around ohh baby [Fabolous] Baby girl (You know that I love you yea-yes ooo oo) Desertstorm (Ohh ohh yea) Uh uh yea yea oh um [Verse 1: Fabolous] I can't really explain it I'm so into you now I wanna be more than a friend to you now When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now And I don't bring the problems from the 90s into 2thou Theres no reason to have a friend or two now Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows Maybe, I speak in general now But girl, Imma do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now? Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou On fifth ave shopping sprees and them dinners ta chow I aint concerned with other men will do now As long as when I slide up in you, you growl And any dude wit chu, He better be a kin of you now And I aint jealous, it's the principle now I'm so into you [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (Noo) I'm so into you (Hey) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Come on ma It's more than a flashin I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion My villa in Florida we crashin Jus off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin(Oh baby) The Drop top 3 in a quarter we dashin Flawless diamonds in the water we flashin The money we oughta be stashin I make sure ever quarter be cashed in I can't really explain it My friends be thinkin I'm slippin These girls be thinkin I'm trippin What kinda weed he be smokin What typa drinks you be sippin Sweet thing Jus to think of you dippin Would have me wit the blues so hard You would think I was cripin(ooo) Now, you relaxin in the Benz Credit cards wit no limits So you don't worry about maxin when you spends But since you been asking bout the friends How'd you like it if, both our names had Jackson on the end (Yea baby oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Done to me) I can't really explain it (I cant explain) I'm so into you (So into you) I really like (I really like) What you've done to me (Oooo yea) I can't really explain it I'm so into you [Verse 3:Fabolous] I don't wanna trip, but truth is Girl the way you cook a steak Remind me of them strips in Ruth Chris You love my smile, no matta how chipped my tooth is Wit chu it aint because my whips is ruthless I don't sit on chrome, dipped, or deuces And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces Couple ballas look dumb when they press you Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda numbas impress you Even though I was some what successful Bein a player was becomin too stressful But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special That's why the Saint Bart by the villa been painted Just so we can really get acquainted The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted But I can't really explain it, uh yeah [Chorus: Tamia] (Oh I) I really like (What you've) What you've done to me (Oo I can't really explain it) I can't really explain it I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I really like What you've (You ooo ohh) done to me I can't really explain it (Can't explain it) I'm so into you [Outro: Tamia] I really like what I feel (Oooo ooo) When I'm with you (With you) You're a dream come true (You're oh yea yea) Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side oh no no) Cuz it feels so right (Ooh baby ooh-oh I) [Chorus: Tamia] I really like What you've done to me (What you) (Ooh I can't) I can't really explain it (Explain it) (I'm) I'm (So) so (Into) into you (You baby) I really like what you've done to me (You've done to me yea) I can't really explain it (Look what you've done to me no) I'm so into you [Tamia] Oh I Really like Oh I can't No no no Into you I really like What you've done to me Really explain it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm. Fabolous, the album Street Dreams. I mean we all street dream sometime or anutha. You know, fast cars,cash,women,livin the life. My boy Fabolous, he livin the street dream yo. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm. Fabolous, the album Street Dreams. I mean we all street dream sometime or anutha. You know, fast cars,cash,women,livin the life. My boy Fabolous, he livin the street dream yo. |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
[Fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas [Verse 1] Fab's livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the fuck wanna beef My Fendi knits be [3X] so you can't see whats tucked underneath And I might not even drop Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at C'mon [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 2] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack Baugettes have my face and beard covered And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's Type of gangsta every chick wants I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer [X5] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Verse 3] I lay low on the other side of the globe Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe Pull in ya drivers side and unload They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed On side of the road With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks Keepin' it Gangsta If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood Keepin' it Gangsta If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat Keepin' it Gangsta [Chorus] Y'all know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Y'all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
All my love is all I have All my life I look for you [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see fowls But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now [Chorus - Mary J. Blige] All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin' us is very special Lovin' life and life and livin' Your very special [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint But since ya'll watches look like its movement I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance But ya'll gotta peep this rookie |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah Yes I am often imitated But I am never duplicated [Verse 1] I can't deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya Excuse you, who's you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be places you could never be at So that can never be this, and this can never be that These niggaz got some audacity Sell some records as fast as me Or sell some tickets out as fast as me Motherfucker [Chorus (x2)] Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated) But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated) So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 2] None of these wannabes really come close I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts Everybody know this brother got it Way before everybody and their mother got it They still wonder how he sound like he do If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too 'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right But they not me They hear how I spit it on a station Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation No, I can't make an appearance Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance I'm what your label hoped it could be That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it [Verse 3] I'm real It's the way I talk, the way I walk It ain't my fault I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me 'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time Like I'm scared to drop at the same time I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' These Jordan's ain't comin' It ain't nothin' Keep the complaints comin' Can't hop on my bandwagon Jump in my blue flames You should not try, you are not I It's the dude with the Grammy grin It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin So won't the real Fabolous please stand up Please stand up Please stand up [Chorus (x2)] So all that y'all can do is hate it |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what What what what what what Right, right - ghetto I'm something like a phenomenon But still dumpin whenever the dramas on Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels Something like when it's Ramadan Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on Oh somethings turning his mama on I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump I'm particulary picky When it come to licky licky Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.) Under the du-rag thick 360 It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.) (Chorus) Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a fuck Thug enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a fuck Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a fuck Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuck Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance And everybody know everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance these dudes don't stand a chance when I pull up like the pamper brand those under lambo slants wit a mad dam from france wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants who else be in new york wit Miami tans got everybody doin the street family dance I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man this is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna f wit me (please believe it) I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be (believe it please) (Chorus) I'm introduced to yo women friends (hello) Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh) Like them bootz made by timbaland Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed Ya'll players get used to the scrimmagin Not one of them jesus' got lemon gems? You know Ya'll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine I prove lettin with the semi can Boost my adrenaline You'll never have use with that hand again Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso) Me gusta le bejamins This dude got the juice of a pimp in him I'm turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them But right now you can lie and gossip to And later on be the guy who the mobs look to And right now you can try and prosecute But later on you gon die in the hospital (Chorus) |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
I'm somethin' like a phenomenom,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on, Ya'll hustlers can't eat fit meals, And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadon, Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on, Somethin's turnin' his momma on, I like to see rumps in pharoah garment thongs, Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on, Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma', And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song, Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump," I'm particularly picky, When it comes to licky licky, Have'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly, Under the doo-rag,?? sixty, It's the hypno and sticky icky, I said Okay! I'm fly enough, to do better, But pimp enough to not give a fuck, And I'm thug enough, to do better, And gangsta enough to not give a fuck, I'm hustlin' enough, to know better, But ballin' enough to not give a fuck, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck D-d-d-d-dammit man, I'm in a throwback so old, It'll make your grandma glance, And everybody know, everybody go, So please, call the stretch ambulance, These dudes don't stand a chance, When I pull up like the pamper brand, Those in the Lambo slants, With a madame from France, With a ass so big, You couldn't hide it in hammer pants, Who else be in New York, With Miami tans, Got everybody doin' the street family dance, I'm sure this hammer can, Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man, F-A-B, you preferably, Don't wanna F wit me, Please believe it, I'm definately, as responsible, For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be, Believe it please I'm duced to your women friends, 'Cause I buy double duces, That ??, Like they boots made by Tim |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right But y'all niggaz gon' make me one For real.. leave me alone, shit You fuckin with the wrong one brotha I'm telling ya I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him die slow you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint but they'll box you in the corner and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run) till there's a murial on your block and some candles who wanna die? [Chorus] I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1) but if they ever get the watch on my left arm ima have more bury than that guy stephon first they put that white seed over you brother then the newspapers put you all over the cover then you in a suit one hand cross over the other next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother a tinted hearse is what most men leave in followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation now it's easy for me to understand how you could just kill a man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga Picture me putting my hearse like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks I might as well put in the work Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here I got the juice like bishop had wit him That just don't give a fuck, semi Like ol' dog had wit him I'm sayin prayers for my enemy I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me I dunno, what the fuck has got into me But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me I'm just tryin to live my life So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life [Chorus] Look what you made me do man Look what you made me do man I didn't want it to come to the right But fuck it.. Niggaz will push you to that point man Niggaz will play with you so much man Aggravate you so much man That you wanna kill a nigga man Yea |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Fabolous] Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! [Missy Elliott] Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!) [Fabolous] They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga) Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh) Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!) I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!) [Missy Elliott] You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch [Chorus] [Fabolous] They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main [Chorus] |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka Certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka Lay flat sucka I'm the Negro, amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie Gat on me I'm the kid not that phony Anybody that know me Knows im here to get that money! Yeah! Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me F-A-B, O-L-O U-S, you just lay down slow! Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes I'm that new dude, that include Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice So run when you hear, that gun noise! You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in a seven series with Tommie's I make another on of America's hotties And I'm that serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy! 24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt! Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt. If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow! |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
(intro: fabolous)
hey-hey-hey-yo (3x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) F-A-B Hey-hey-hey-yo (2x) (verse: fabolous) aint no tellin what this hip lowered do to me im feelin like i can do what i want now dip-low immunity shorty! just shake you hips slow and move wit me take a hit a this a sip slow and thoroughly youre sneakin out on you man tip-toein to the V cause i know you got him whipped though like wannabe lets put on a live strip show just you and me but girl, im lookin at them lips tough like who is he? they aint never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry so when i ask you "you wanna leave the zip-code?" say "sure" and be me We gon' party, till we laid in graves Sweat out our doobie braids and waves Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo" That groupie made her wait Cause when she seen the whips and chains She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon (chorus 2: fabolous (2X) this is my party so get fly if you want to get high if you want to cause i know you want to put your hands up as high as you want to and if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey-yo" (verse: fabolous) i dont know about yall but we doin it over here all the glasses got liquid that brewin it over here cigars got somethin sticky thats glueing it over here ladies movin it over there movin it over here i can fit a few ina rovers rear we havin a good time dont ruin it overs this you see why we asks is to see ID cuase girls will do anything for some VIP access Me i relax this (easy) cause im used to ballin you could tell that these guys need practice but if it was a problem then i would confront you you saying "over" bet ya i say "you want to" but a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put i ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look would youi believe most these bitches go bop up shook their asses pokin out like them picture in pop up book (chorus 2) (verse fabolous) oh yeah! wes off the richter scale hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell if the ladies would show it off and thick as hell for my hustlers knockin off them bricks as well and everybody, up north thats sick in jail i probably fell yall send you all of the flicks in the mail the street family speed off six SL's to all them chicks at yale " hey-hey-hey-yo" shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well shake your asses back and forth as fast as hell and just from lookin at them thighs from the front view girl i know that these guys say they want you if i wake up in the sand clothes from yesterday same hoes from yesterday lightin clips to the same dro from yesterday her hangovers yesterday you aint mistaken we in benzs today but we had them range rovers yesterday (chorus 2) (ourtro: fabolous (to fade) hey-hey-hey-yo....... hey-hey-hey-yo....... |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Dont try to fuck wit me yall Cause you cant Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga Uhh, Haha [Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back 20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at [Verse 2] I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder And even the pimps be jealous When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S. And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with i |
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from Fabolous - Street Dreams (2003)
Yeah, yeah, this the moment they all been waiting for playboy
we here now, we in the house now, fa sho' check this out, I'm tired of playing games [Chorus: Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money cars, and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, babygirl I'd trade it all Diddy: Fabolous, talk to 'em [Verse 1: Fabolous] I assume I'm so into you, cuz even before we hit the bedroom I was friends wit you if they ask, I ain't got to say "whom?" in them interviews my sweet thing never believe the rumors, that been ain't true the fact I had numerous friends is true, but you was wify, could change me to a groom in a minute boo... maybe, my sense of humor gets into you but girl, they could make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you where it feel like June and December too so what you think about Cancun 'til the winter boo? I don't know what the other consumers you been with do I put a day aside, to go to Bloomy's and spend with you like any other man, I woulda zoom to the clinic too now I wanna see if me and my junior's identical a dude put a wound on the skin of you I swear to everything, that same afternoon, I'll be in the news feel me? [Chorus: repeat 2X w/ changes] [Verse 2: P. Diddy] come here girl, come and take a walk with me so I can take you places you don't often be C'mon ma, come and get lost with me as far as them other chicks, can't get them off of me everlastin', love in a whole 'nother fashion all I'm askin, is let me cash in cuz I'd give all the passion, all of the Sean John fashion in orderly fashion, perhaps when you figure out, exactly what Diddy 'bout cuz we could take this whole city out now who gon' stop us, who gon' knock us? top us, we can't find coppers to lock us Lear jets and choppers, love hella proper seperate the weak from the obso-lete, hard to keep, I got ya I rocked ya, word to Big Poppa, I got ya, yeah [Chorus] - repeat 2X Fab: What you want huh? Diddy: I'm ready to give this all up for you shorty get your mind right [Verse 3: Fabolous] Well this newcomer's known, to move with the seasons couple winter lodges, few summer homes I'm there for every "ooh", "um", and moan and make sure when the new Hummer roams, the shoes come in chrome I ain't new at buying white, yellow, and cucumber stones that send chills through a woman bones, but life gets gruesome alone, even though I got the kinda bread that won't matter if a few crumbs are blown flights, I done flew some alone, now I wanna wake up everyday with you in a new number zone Mama mia, it's you I'ma phone, just to erase all the negative views from your dome and I promise this fellas G, it's so gangsta it'll calm all that jealousy and drama you tellin me, so mama come yell at me so I can put the top down, and we can "Cruise/Cruz" like Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony....... [Chorus] - repeat to fade Diddy: Fabolous, Diddy, Desert Storm, we rock on, and rock on |
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