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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
[Mannie Fresh {talking}]
Turn it up Turn it up Turn it up (Hook2x [children]) Ten ways to a G Three situations - pay attention to me [Fresh] Yeah, yeah [children] Ten! [Fresh] First, ya gotta go get the chips Scope out the section, tell 'em, "Go get the bricks." [children] Nine! [Fresh] Then ya gotta find a place to meet You better bring your heat 'cause them villains ain't sweet [children] Eight! [Fresh] Ya better let your chick drop to get 'em And follow that broad to make sure them people not with 'em [children] Seven! [Fresh] Don't bring (?) around your house Cause you don't want that heat pepper nowhere round your house [children] Six! [Fresh] See how it come back before you start And if it come short bring back everything you bought [children] Five! [Fresh] Wait, if lil' daddy on the street Cut the cake, hit the hood the next day about eight [children] Four! [Fresh] And if you can't move it all, call your dog Jam him up, and tell him, "Fool, me and you about to ball." [children] Three! [Fresh] Split it up - four quarters-a-piece And if y'all do that everyday, that's fifty-six-a-week [children] Two! [Fresh] When the money start comin', keep sellin' Don't buy nothin' special unless you got good credit [children] One! [Fresh] Make sure you put some money aside And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five." (Hook2x [children]) Ten ways to a G Two situations - pay attention to me [children] Ten! [Fresh] Gotta floss everyday of my life Forget the price - get the ice, hit the club every night [children] Nine! [Fresh] Buy the ball, let 'em know you a star When everybody come outside to see the dubs on your car [children] Eight! [Fresh] They gon' hate - so keep that tool Scratch off and holler out the window, "Boy, I'm a fool!" [children] Seven! [Fresh] When ya meet, take a broad to plug And make sure that chic was the baddest broad in the club [children] Six! [Fresh] Lay it down when you're comin' around - bumpin' the sound Got the truck touchin' the ground [children] Five! [Fresh] 2000 Range Rover, you see Leather, wood, television all over it, B. [children] Four! [Fresh] Watch bracelet - wodie, shop daily Everything them wannabe's got, I played it [children] Three! [Fresh] Two dice on the block - keep it real Bet the house that's about two-point-five-mill [children] Two! [Fresh] Keep cheddar - what you got, I can match it Ride everything chrome, rock everything platinum [children] One! [Fresh] Keep shinin' 'til it burn me out But never ever let the money, baby, turn me out (Hook2x [children]) Ten ways to a G One situation - pay attention to me [children] Ten! [Fresh] Tell a broad, "Everything for free. You can shop 'til you drop, shorty, all on me." [children] Nine! [Fresh] Number ten ain't nothin' but a lie Don't buy the broad nothin', and I'm 'bout to tell you why [children] Eight! [Fresh] Sell the skank a dream bigger than life And she gon' stick around for the shoppin' spree, alright [children] Seven! [Fresh] Tell your broad you know me, and we jam tight And you like what I like, and you gon' be alright tonight [children] Six! [Fresh] Nine times outta ten I went out with the broad you with But that shouldn't stop you from doin' what you do, slick [children] Five! [Fresh] Then turn to her - tell her you love her, and don't laugh And if I had a penny, baby, then you got half [children] Four! [Fresh] What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yurn And you got it right now - and that'll leave a-thousand dollars to my tax return [children] Three! [Fresh] At this point, if you love me, you'll make my fantasies come true And if she say, "What it is?" - To sleep with your sister and you [children] Two! [Fresh] Don't love these (?) - love yourself And if you pay attention to this you'll have plenty of wealth [children] One! [Fresh] I'm done, and I ain't got nothin' else to say 'Cause I can't think of nothin' to rhyme with this shh.. y'all have a nice day [children] Ten ways to a G [Mannie Fresh] Good night, everybody [children] Ten ways to a G [Mannie Fresh] Yeah, yeah, yeah [children] Ten ways to a G [Mannie Fresh] What? What? Now looky here [children] Ten ways to a G [Mannie Fresh {talking}] I gave you three situations And ten ways to deal with it You see what I'm sayin' If you apply that to your everyday-life whether you slingin', you dig Ballin' Or playin' on broads You, too, can be scraped I said scraped - that's right - scraped See what I'm sayin' And these (?) I mean, we gotta get together - marry yourself, man 'cause ain't nobody gon' care 'bout yourself but yourself Know what I'm sayin' Go marry yourself, go on a honeymoon - treat yourself I mean, 'cause can't nobody cheat on theyself You gon' be with yourself, but you can't cheat on yourself You know what I'm sayin' Man, that's ballerrific Stuntastic And I like to say one more time: good night Mmm-hmm And tell myself, "Self, I am so enfatuated with you." [self] Hey, thank you I'm enfatuated with you, too [Mannie Fresh] Good night, self [self] Good night Good night, Mannie I love you |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Lyrics :
(Baby talking) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1) (Manny Fresh) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2) (Manny Fresh) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3) (Manny Fresh) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
Lyrics :
(Baby talking) Hey Fresh! We back at it baby (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 1) (Manny Fresh) I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and they not, so we can hold hands In a long truck, Cadillac Surround sound, front to back "Forever? Forever, ever?" Forever, ever black Ridin' in the sunshine, crankin' up the Alpine Rubbin' down shorty's spine, she is fine! Love 'um, leave 'um, go back and retrieve 'um If their hair is bad, then I will weave 'um (Baby) Kick back in the Phantom, two clips and a hammer Cruisin' through the hood on them Deion Sanders Nothin' but red whips and all them candy Two chicks, two chickens that flew from Atlanta, aye Laid back in a Maebach, countin' stacks Got work, go to work, nigga count that Summer shine, summer time, and we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they ain't flyin' (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 2) (Manny Fresh) I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm fresh, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood, richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big black Chevy, starch real heavy Peanut butter reclinin', with the Steve Harvey line in Look at me! (Baby) Let me slide and ride and get inside And take you to my hood where it's do or die Where the whips is clean, we hustle for nickels and dimes Chips, green, the liquior was hard as a crime Custom machine and 'dro be on my mind Lace my team with life and bricks for dimes Ghetto soldier and you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna, bitch respect my mind (Chorus: Manny Fresh) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Verse 3) (Manny Fresh) Sean Paul on the wall, break it down, do it girl Lift it up, let it flow, shake it fast, there it go Make it wobble, make it jiggle, put the pickle in the middle Push it back, make it clap, in and out, that's a wrap Good bye, so long, I got to go, I'm goin' home But you my favorite friend, let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) See you fuckin' with your boy, remember who gunna ride? When trouble hit the hood nigga, who gunna die? When shit get ugly nigga, who gunna fly? But when shit get bubbly everybody wanna ride me Benz, Lexus, the coupe, the jets Nigga holla at the boy, baby pimpin' the flesh Like in Stalled Evoy, third world is the set I'm a worldwide shiner bitch, I drove the best (Chorus: Manny Fresh (2X)) Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby]
Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
[Baby]
Aight nigga F**k it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people 'cause they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the f**k out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) 'cause I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothaf**kin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's f**ked up 'cause my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa 'cause you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Big Tymers
"Beat It Up" *chorus* Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x) You know you want this pussy (Sho' do) You know you want this pussy (It's tru) You know you want this pussy (Bring it on) You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone) With so much pussy on the city streets It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone Give you big long wood Beat it real good I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha Ride that pole Make ya say ooh The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when She looked at me and said *chorus* I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it Make that ass clap every time that I hit it Now all I need is liquor and weed Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it Cause I moved up Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum Gotta fuck it don't love it I don't want none, but you can have some See I play it homie Fuck her best friends up Cause I banged on it Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie From the same man's words From the same song, from the same song *chorus* This story takes place on the late night I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right You was actin' funny so I had to kick game I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king And things'd neva change Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva Something says stick my finger in so I did Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb And aw shit I just don't believe it How can she conceive it My fist, my wrist, bitch You need to summer's eve it Dush yo bush black You smell like step back What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash" Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass Been alotta places, did alotta shows Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes I... *chorus* (repeat 2x) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
Big Tymers
"Beat It Up" *chorus* Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x) You know you want this pussy (Sho' do) You know you want this pussy (It's tru) You know you want this pussy (Bring it on) You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone) With so much pussy on the city streets It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone Give you big long wood Beat it real good I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha Ride that pole Make ya say ooh The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when She looked at me and said *chorus* I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it Make that ass clap every time that I hit it Now all I need is liquor and weed Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it Cause I moved up Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum Gotta fuck it don't love it I don't want none, but you can have some See I play it homie Fuck her best friends up Cause I banged on it Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie From the same man's words From the same song, from the same song *chorus* This story takes place on the late night I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right You was actin' funny so I had to kick game I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king And things'd neva change Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva Something says stick my finger in so I did Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb And aw shit I just don't believe it How can she conceive it My fist, my wrist, bitch You need to summer's eve it Dush yo bush black You smell like step back What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash" Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass Been alotta places, did alotta shows Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes I... *chorus* (repeat 2x) |
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[Baby]
Now I'm feeling good and fine Smokin green and drinkin wine Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on baby) I guess that makes me a super-duper star Drinkin ripple and tangarae A brand new drink I call it bri-barae (Chorus) My life is beautiful (Livin that good life) It's just beautiful (Livin that good life)(2x) [Baby] Take me baby to the motel When we're finished you can go tell Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn How we got butt-naked and got it on How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone (Chorus) (Hook) Dont hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars aint new to y'all(2x) [Spoken : Baby] How you love that 1998 Thats Big Tymer style There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin Standin in the way Cause I'm gone shine All the time How you love that (yeah) On the bass Funky Fingaz can I get a woday On the keys just woday (woday) Just woday (woday) Big woday (woday) Take it to the bridge take it to the bridge (Bridge) Just rollerskate rollerskate Dont player hate player hate(2x) (Chorus) [Spoken : Baby] This here is platinum material Just light, light-weight track How you love that It's gorgeous out here I'm a neighborhood superstar I'd rather be young rich and local Than nationwide and broke bro All the time (all the time) All the time Y'all can say what you want about me I got this man Drinks is on me Everybody order something, drinks on me Everything on me (moet, moet) I love myself I love myself, I love myself Shouts out to the whole city The broads alright but the niggas pretty |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
[Baby]
You know Do it big nigga If you don't do nothing do it big, fuck it Ain't like your stupid ass gonna live twice Ball like a dawg, nigga fuck it If you doin it small do it big, know what I'm sayin' Hey Fresh, what's happenin' with you partna [Manny Fresh] Big stars, Big cars Big shows, Big hoes, Big drawers Big drama with baby mamma Get her wheels, pay her bills, Big Tymer Big titties, Big cities Dike bitches that love eatin' kitties [Baby] Big whips with Big clips Big everything round here, Big dicks Real niggas, Big niggas Fuck with us, man, we kill niggas Big rocks, cooking pots Crack in a oven, hustlin, don't stop [Manny Fresh] Big screens, we feens Fuck it, buy NFL teams Big pieces, Big caprices Fuck cousins and even nieces Big bank, Big rank A lot of vodka wit puffers, Big drink [Baby] Big pimpin', with no sippin' Hard on hoes, so bitch keep limpin' Big trucks, with Big guts Chromed pipes, we carry Big nuts Big shows, car shows I'll be there in the winter, fo sho [Manny Fresh] Big seats, Big trucks Gotta have space for Big nuts Big love, on dubs My shit will bang in clubs Big gut, so what (she ain't a dime bitch) I don't really give a fuck [Baby] This is for all my niggas We gon' ride uptown on this one Big G in a capri Mac in a clip and sittin' on a C Big me, Big Seato, Big Elton, Big Tanto We runnin' streets Big whop, with Big glocks Bitch ass fillin' Clarol don't stop [Manny Fresh] This week, Big freak Can't talk cause she gots splash in her teeth Big rims, Big rubbers Big dicks, Big chicks, my lovers Big hot, You're not WWW.BIGCOCK [Baby] Big flakes, with Big capes Fuck it, fuck a police chase I'm Big Tymin Big lines Number 1 stunna daddy it's my time Big chips, with no dips I ain't gonna lie the bitch got Big lips |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that bitch, straight off the block nigga [Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch [Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT [Baby] where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked, and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk, (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Turn the TV channel, real life soprano, got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo, I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] See I hold my hood down with that gunplay, around the way nigga know about my gunplay, so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga, The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe, Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place, Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Act like you know man, the southern snow man, leave your brains in your lap I fear no man, I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude, I move, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la) Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly, Shining is an everyday thing , BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] That boy next to me, he pushing XTC, Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep, Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars, Bitches love.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] On the block where the cops glocks won't stop, all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out, we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit, But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence, Cuz I'm BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Triple beam lab, ghetto machines, Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams, Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's, Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's Nigga get ya game up, If you want ya fame up, I'm the BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns, big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv, Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to... BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin, Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin' You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs, Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers, We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] For the power of the Kitty Cat, Niggaz gettin' at, Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at, Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that bitch, straight off the block nigga [Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch [Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT [Baby] where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked, and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk, (inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Turn the TV channel, real life soprano, got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo, I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] See I hold my hood down with that gunplay, around the way nigga know about my gunplay, so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] I got that snow, that mega blow, that brick yella fella rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga, The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe, Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place, Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Act like you know man, the southern snow man, leave your brains in your lap I fear no man, I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude, I move, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la) Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly, Shining is an everyday thing , BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] That boy next to me, he pushing XTC, Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep, Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars, Bitches love.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] On the block where the cops glocks won't stop, all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out, we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit, But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence, Cuz I'm BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Triple beam lab, ghetto machines, Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams, Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got.. BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's, Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's Nigga get ya game up, If you want ya fame up, I'm the BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns, big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv, Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to... BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin, Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin' You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the, BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Baby] We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs, Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers, We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! [Mannie Fresh] For the power of the Kitty Cat, Niggaz gettin' at, Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at, Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT) |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
[Baby]
For sure, lil' one Off top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [B.G.] Let me at 'em [Baby] Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga Look, this block is mine And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes 'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy) I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand [B.G.] We don't even want you comin' 'round no more [Baby] Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut We got this shit, wodie [B.G.] Gotta hustle {verse 1} [Baby + (B.G.)] Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure) Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin' Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?) Callin' the law look (?) I told the young nigga to learn the mack Poppin' two, short tape [B.G.] Four in the mack [Baby + (B.G.)] We hard-headed head bustas We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?) My mind went dead (What?) My daddy's dead (What?) My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin') Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?) Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?) With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?) Bundles of dope and ounces and shit We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?) Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?) (?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll creep, too They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too Big Tymers - they thug, too Them niggas sell drugs, too They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too [Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)] What? Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?) For me to say, ""Fuck a bitch,"" in a tight-ass song (What?) Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her) Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up) They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?) When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?) B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?) Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie Triple-X rated (Huh?) Joe Casey say, ""The bitch ate it."" Our two D.J.'s say, ""The bitch can't be faded."" Once again, it's on The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?) Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?) Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga) Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga) I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim (Hook [B.G.]) Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes They don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes Them niggas don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes [Lac] What, what, what, We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered Lil' Wheezy more platted Baby more platted Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it (?) we move packages, (?) jack it Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin' Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me: A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January (Hook3x [B.G.]) Big Tymers stunt very hard Drive the finest cars Big Tymers got that work Got a Impala, and got it hard Big Tymers - they live in lavish Neck and the wrist is platted Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it [B.G.] For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga) B.G. and the fam' If you gotta be a B.T. ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.) A H.B. ([B.] Ya understand) Ya understand Ya undersmell that Ya gotta go get it Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah ([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy) Lil' Wheezy ([B.] To then B.Geezy) To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy How you love that And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga) ([B.] Get your mind right) Get your mind right Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here) Since '92, nigga Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy) ([B.] Been stun'n) Been stun'n ([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker) Number-one stunna, nigga ([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga) The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga The Big Tymers |
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from Big Tymers - How You Luv That? (1998)
[Baby]
For sure, lil' one Off top, playboy Look here These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch [B.G.] Let me at 'em [Baby] Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga Look, this block is mine And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes 'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy) I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand [B.G.] We don't even want you comin' 'round no more [Baby] Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut We got this shit, wodie [B.G.] Gotta hustle {verse 1} [Baby + (B.G.)] Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh) Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?) Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?) My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure) Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin' Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?) Callin' the law look (?) I told the young nigga to learn the mack Poppin' two, short tape [B.G.] Four in the mack [Baby + (B.G.)] We hard-headed head bustas We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?) My mind went dead (What?) My daddy's dead (What?) My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin') Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?) Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?) With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?) Bundles of dope and ounces and shit We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?) Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?) (?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll creep, too They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too Big Tymers - they thug, too Them niggas sell drugs, too They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too [Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)] What? Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?) For me to say, ""Fuck a bitch,"" in a tight-ass song (What?) Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her) Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up) They want (?) with a nigga when your money come right (For real?) When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?) B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?) Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie Triple-X rated (Huh?) Joe Casey say, ""The bitch ate it."" Our two D.J.'s say, ""The bitch can't be faded."" Once again, it's on The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?) Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?) Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga) Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga) I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim (Hook [B.G.]) Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes They don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes Big Tymers don't trust hoes Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they toss hoes Them niggas don't brown-nose They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes [Lac] What, what, what, We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered Lil' Wheezy more platted Baby more platted Big Tymers, Hot Boys, and them sharks - they all gatted My watch thirty karats - Suga Don the grand-daddy Rappers, while you're hatin' your car, we now have it (?) we move packages, (?) jack it Man stood and rest in piece - head bustas was his jackin' Dog, when I grow up, I wanna be just like me: A millionaire, bobbin' his head to a Mannie Fresh beat And I swear under my shirt, June Miami heat Around my neck with some fingers'll last 'til January (Hook3x [B.G.]) Big Tymers stunt very hard Drive the finest cars Big Tymers got that work Got a Impala, and got it hard Big Tymers - they live in lavish Neck and the wrist is platted Every kind of diamond that they got, them niggas have it [B.G.] For sure, nigga (For sure, nigga) B.G. and the fam' If you gotta be a B.T. ([B.] It's like bein' a H.B.) A H.B. ([B.] Ya understand) Ya understand Ya undersmell that Ya gotta go get it Damn, Baby, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah Boy, you're blindin' me, yeah You're blindin' me, yeah ([B.] Turk and Lil' Wheezy) Lil' Wheezy ([B.] To then B.Geezy) To then B.Geezy, to O.Geezy How you love that And it's all good, nigga (It's all good, nigga) ([B.] Get your mind right) Get your mind right Big Tymers been doin' this here (Been doin' this here) Since '92, nigga Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't easy) ([B.] Been stun'n) Been stun'n ([B.] Repped out like a motherfucker) Number-one stunna, nigga ([B.] Uptown New Orleans, nigga) The world's number-one stunna, and the world's best producer, nigga The Big Tymers |
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from Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004)
Yeah yeah yeah....
I got 'em sayin [Chorus x2] Go chubby boy, make the block hot Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop [Verse 1] I'm the reason why them niggaz cookin all of that crack I'm the reason why that nigga gotta gun in yo back I'm the season, why, pimpin gotta step out fly When you do it how you do it, don't you do it so tight Cause I told you, set you down, hold you 2 million, 3 million, 4 million showed you Crackin gator boots, platinumized boots Dr. Pepper can colored turbo coupes (Skert) Homie pimpin' is alive and it's doin so well Homie pimpin' puttin big long dick in ya gal Still Chevrolet doors, mink on the floors And the bank account nigga filled wit so many o's Nobody rush me off, nigga dust me off I'm a motherfucking pimp playa trust me dawg Jam hoes in lambo's outside of the club Than step up in that thing and tell them niggaz what's up [Chorus x4] Go chubby boy, make the block hot Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop [Verse 2] I got a brand new benz and it's heiniken green In the front license plate read pussy machine The most beautifulest thing shorty you've ever seen Pimpin sew it where you show it nigga fresh and so clean I'm the reason why young niggaz up they game Plenty many bad bitches say they glad I came I'm a legend in the bricks, playa check it fa real Downtown mean mug nigga hard ta kill Shorty shinnin ain't nuttin but a lil bitty thang Three-hundred sixty-five diamonds beamin up in the ring I'm the man girlfriend, got more money than them Lea, Paul, Lil Carl and that nigga wit them Oh so called "D" boy, stunnin fu gazy In the hood say your lil girl look like baby I'm the reason why niggaz gotta get up and get it Right white one's playa wit the shirt and the fittie [Chorus x4] Go chubby boy, make the block hot Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop [Verse 3] When I come through your city they go who is that Young fella pimpin yella in a yellow Maybach Nigga I came to show my chain, hardcore to the bling Playa let's go inside where the bitches at [ruff] Let me see it, pussy nigga, couldn't be it If ya get it like ya say ya get it, nigga 10 a ki it Cut the whole cake down, flood out the town Service cocaine, rogaine, x and that brown Buy the new 7 playa, push on them hatas Step out witcha left out, homie steppin in gators I ain't reppin crystal that's a bunch of bullshit Y'all ain't give a nigga nuttin', suck a niggaz dick Than I open up my coat let her see what I tote If a nigga feelin frog than it's murder she wrote Hotter than Maimi in the month of July Got your girl dick ridin', chubby boy still fly [Chorus x4] Go chubby boy, make the block hot Go chubby boy, make her pussy pop |
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from Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004)
(feat. Tateeze)
[Mannie Fresh] Hey there shorty, looking kind of good With your Guicci frames on, girl represent ya hood [Tateeze] Hey how you doing You kind of cute too Snuggling like cool water in your pinacle boots [Mannie Fresh] See I keep my hair cut and get my nails done And everybody know my name, baby, where I'm from See they treat me like the mayor Some say that I'm a player I'm a high noon, tycoon, sexy-lady slayer [Tateeze] Damn, dude please I'm all about the cheese You push your old school I jangle Mercedes keys Your bad credit having ass need to be ashamed With everything in your momma's name Everybody know [Mannie Fresh] Now I'm gonna tell the truth, we ain't got to fuss I don't own a car, pimping ride the bus But you looking mighty good (Yeah I am kind of hot) Girl we can get it on (Boy go on and do the wop) Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it Whop with it, whop da whop with it whop with it Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Ba Bang [Tateeze] Work something Twirk something get it girl Work something Twirk something get it girl Rock with it and look back at it, I said Roll with it and look back at it [Mannie Fresh] You say you doing good, but you could be better Roll with a pimp, number one trend setter Your man is a cream puff (Boy you don't know him) Well do he buy you nice stuff? (Shut up, you still growin) Enough about him, let's talk about us (Take your time shorty) baby I ain't in a rush Slow motion with it, if you let me hit it I get you right every night and put the ocean in it I gotta postapedic heart-shaped water bed The sheets might be satin and the pillows look suede Yea girl I know how to getcha I gotta 54 inch flat screen picture Of me standing by a tree With some khaki diki's on in the white tee mmhmm And I like the way you move (I like the way you step) We can get it goin' (Well go on and do the prep) Prep with it, Prep da Prep with it, Prep with it Prep with it, Right to Left with it, Prep with it Go on break it down, show'em what you working with Go on break it down shake it like an earthquake [Tateeze] Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Jerk with it Smurf with it, Smurf da Smurf with it, Work with it Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap Now do the soul clap, Now do tha soul clap [Mannie Fresh] The club is packed, the night is young Come here baby girl I'm tryin' to make you the one You the one, one, one, one, one, one Put your finger in the air if you having fun, girlfriend Now I......I...da da da da...I...... Been looking at you from across the spot My legs start shaking and my body get hot I need relations Can't fight the temptations [Well this is just conversation] [Ain't gonna be no penetration] Now wait a minute, hold up, baby get it straight I ain't gotta be your man, we don't even got to date But we almost at the end of the song The club about to close, let a player bring you home Shorty drop it like it's hot, pick it up and make it pop Now go down to the floor, take your time work it slow [Tateeze] Keep it right there daddy, I'm going to bounce that When you want it, how you want it, make it bounce back [Mannie Fresh] C'mon and back it up, back da back it up (oh) Back it up, Back da back it up (oh) [Tateeze] C'mon and rock with it and look back at it, I said Roll with it and look back at it, c'mon [Mannie Fresh] Now slide and do the waterfall Now slide and let the rain come down Slide and do the waterfall Now slide and let the rain come down Get some, get some, get some Get some, get some, get some Now Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up with it Tight'n up with it, Tight'n up Tight'n up Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh) Wham da wham da wham wham da wham (oh) Man I'm tired, I don't even...WHOO Do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man Ah do the runnin' man, ah do the runnin' man Now do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop Ah do the bunny hop, ah do the bunny hop Now do the bunny hop, Now everybody freeze |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen! I was 18, and she was 25 And I was kinda fast for my age It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine And then she took her place on the stage The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong I make this ass bounce, and these titties right And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me! You bitches better make a way for this booty See I'm a cutie, yours truly Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly [Mannie Fresh] The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM Make a circle, give the lady some room Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop And everybody give her they money The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties But, if he payin it I'm layin him And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then He wanna cram it and jam it Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny That access has not been granted It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at? If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back See I done struck back just like lightning Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me [Mannie Fresh] The man say last, go and get your alcohol Then we dancin way in the back Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go take it to the Cadillac The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and It's the body that they dyin to get It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this But, but you gotta get in line you dick Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle Break his bank down to his last gold dollar I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour Pussy real good, when it's from the hood But you gotta pay, and it's understood If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out Cause I love makin niggaz go down South Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen!
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Chorus: TQ)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go) All I ever wanted to do was be da man Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know) (Trick Daddy) A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up A ki of coke could get you rich but too much of this shit can get you stuck up That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit Case he flip the script, you know where he live at Plus, the game don' came a long way Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys Cuz they got guns bigger than yours Plus ain't not more coppin out You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever Born the son of a straight killa Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son Your Honor, answer this question and be honest If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma? (Chorus) (Baby) Ay ay, move on over (wooooo) I sit and took over 2 clips, the AK holder Brick taped to my bitch Strapped on her shoulder Raw grams in the trunk of a jag Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches We fly like birds go divin for fishes A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer But on my block, a old tymer got shot I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man (Chorus) (Mannie Fresh) See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man You in the game now you know what you don' done man? "Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man" A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from? Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb Take that, the comeback is incredible Get caught, then nigga it's federal By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games You know the rules of this shit Fuck around and be one dead bitch It's money and the power Every second every hour From sco' to the flo' Bakin soda to the flour (Chorus) (til fade) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot Nutin but that U-G-K All the playas all the hustlas 8 ball MJG Goody mod You all know who it is See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors OOOOOOOO Yea i think the suckas now That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows Luda cash checks thata break the bank Then im in old school like Frank the Tank You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny Big tymers in a private jet Got the head of universal to sign the check Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over Caddy devels wood steering wheels Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (thats southern cuzin) Caddy devels wood steerin wheels GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (and you thought it wasnt) Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me Show appreciation for those who still with me Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it South side (chorus) Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car Down where im from im a southern ass star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang On any southern week Got a bunch of southern freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys Im gonna be southern to the day i go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Wooooo (fade out) Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
Yea seems so thick
Tymer outkast orginized rap-a-lot Nutin but that U-G-K All the playas all the hustlas 8 ball MJG Goody mod You all know who it is See im a southern ass nigga with some southern ass hoes A hundred thou cash gets the southern ass flow Im rich bitch no more runnin around cold Shootin up windows and gunnin down doors OOOOOOOO Yea i think the suckas now That the hummer got drop keep it on the downlow Im crusin up highways stunnin down roads Ill open up shop then im shuttin down shows Luda cash checks thata break the bank Then im in old school like Frank the Tank You cant beat me join me peeps they bore me but all these southern ass they keep me horny Big tymers in a private jet Got the head of universal to sign the check Mean while ludacris is outta range in rovers Every coast watch out cuz the south is taking over Caddy devels wood steering wheels Got the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (thats southern cuzin) Caddy devels wood steerin wheels GOt the chromed out lady on top of the grill With your foot on the gas Nigga whippen out cash Just blowin the grass (and you thought it wasnt) Weezy the god bow down give praises I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me Show appreciation for those who still with me Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access Young and play hard with no practice Feelin me is like huggin a cactus But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it South side (chorus) Got southern type jeans and a southern type shirt When i drink a lotta beer give southern ass burp Got a southern ass crib and a southern ass car Down where im from im a southern ass star Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain I talk a lotta shit witha southern ass slang On any southern week Got a bunch of southern freaks Buck naked outside neighbors callin police Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like Got a southern ass truck witha southern ass dog Got a big bass system knockin pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty Me and jazze pha cuttin on some southern shortys Im gonna be southern to the day i go From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth New cars new rims with the work in the drop I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop top six I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips Ten bikes customized everything we get I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin Woooo When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Wooooo (fade out) Four on the whips Southern cousin Home in the hills Southern cousin Chromes and Devils Southern cousin Home cooked meals Southern cousin |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah (Chorus) You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta . (Verse 1 - R. Kelly) I'm lookin for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party" After that we go to my room for the after, after party Y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale), dice in hand, shakin 'em up I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo) And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl (Baby - talking behind Chorus) Oh yeah I see ya Oh yeah Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Baby) Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta) Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.). 24's on that brand new jeep At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll No one will never know, what happen behind the door I like it fast or slow, a freaky bitch fo sho Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin dough I file to keep it gangsta, until my casket closed (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh) Once upon a time in this place called hood Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his dick Heart pound up and down, when she goin round and round Do the +Snake+, stop and shake, ass like an earthquake I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub Can't believe she choose me, +Feelin On Her Booty+ I'm about to cut like knives, strokin mami with some eyes Takin me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice Sex in cities, rubbin titties, that's how I get it One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin (what is your name?) It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came (Chorus) (Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh) Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls) Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls) My fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls) A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls) Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl) When they freakin on the weekend (they some gangsta girls) But they knowin where they goin (the gangsta girls) Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls) (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
(R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus))
Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah (Chorus) You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta . (Verse 1 - R. Kelly) I'm lookin for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass +Wanksta+ girls Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors Drunk at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party" After that we go to my room for the after, after party Y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex Now on dubs, rollin up, into the club, raisin 'em up Now we in the back, blazin 'em up (inhale), dice in hand, shakin 'em up I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo) And if you in the club with hands up, you can gangsta girl (Baby - talking behind Chorus) Oh yeah I see ya Oh yeah Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Baby) Ok, mami your so gangsta cause she fuck with nothin but gangsta (gangsta) Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body, and she got a body, that is gangsta hotty And she fuck with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.). 24's on that brand new jeep At a gangsta party, she'll be drinkin Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body And we smokin that Cali dro, totin that Calico Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll No one will never know, what happen behind the door I like it fast or slow, a freaky bitch fo sho Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin dough I file to keep it gangsta, until my casket closed (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Mannie Fresh) Once upon a time in this place called hood Where the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his dick Heart pound up and down, when she goin round and round Do the +Snake+, stop and shake, ass like an earthquake I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, beat her up Now we leavin from the club, and she let me cop a rub Can't believe she choose me, +Feelin On Her Booty+ I'm about to cut like knives, strokin mami with some eyes Takin me to paradise, I nut once, she nut twice Sex in cities, rubbin titties, that's how I get it One more 'gain, with her friend, playa that's how I hit it Now we grippin, grabbin, pullin, stabbin (what is your name?) It's Hypnotiq how I got it, but I'ma glad that you came (Chorus) (Verse 4 - Mannie Fresh) Slim Teresa, and Lakeisha (they some gangsta girls) Tanya, Wanda, and Laneisha (they some gangsta girls) My fifty Kims all in Tims (gangsta girls) A hundred shorties, all at parties (gangsta girls) Full of drama, baby mama (she's a gangsta girl) When they freakin on the weekend (they some gangsta girls) But they knowin where they goin (the gangsta girls) Fly wheels, pay they bills (the gangsta girls) (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh
Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha Ay! ay ay ay! Welcome to the side of the world where we just do What the fuck we want to And smoke how we wanna smoke And fly Up above the sky Fly with me as I go around the world Boys and girls, here it is (Chorus) Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank) Until I can't (until I can't) See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank) Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh Oh ye-heah (Baby) Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness Cause she'll be under the spreads Givin me head in a Holiday Inn Under the cover Drunk as a mutha fucka Me and her friend Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn' We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX But BaCARDI Make you NAUGHTY You don't have to use X But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight And RUM'll make you NUMB Make your dick stand strong And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long (Chorus) (Mannie Fresh) Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life Where don't shit matter to me but smokin Ya know? They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left And I had to eat or smoke I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke Ya know? If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka Wooo See? That's how I get down I'm gon' smoke til I blow up Drink til i throw up And pass out on somebody kitchen flo' Roll me another fuckin fat one And go back to the liquor sto' Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!) Smoke on!! |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what
Ooooohhhhh, yeah Verse 1 (Manny Fresh) I..fuck..these...hoes Af-ter...our shows Big dicks... we slang Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang) Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets Ro-lex... mo' sex Television... head rest Twenty inches... nothin less Every-day..... iced..... out Nigga play....lights out M... period... Fresh, comma Yo wife is my......baby mama God.......damn mother-fucker She's uh....good dick sucker What...the....fuck Hold on.....everybody (Scribbles) Get yo' roll on (Chorus)4x Everybody get yo roll on Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on What Verse 2 (Baby) Beatrice...bitch please You....know....who I.....be Nothin else.....none other The...number one...stunner Nigga...I pimp hoes Fuck....toss....flip hoes Show them....bitches no...love Ridin 2g lacs on......dubs Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks Nigga I done sold all that shit soon as....my tour stop Bought five Bentley Zoras.....props TV's must...buttons must.... CMB...platinum plus What the.....fuck...hold on (Scribbles) Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on (Chorus) Verse 3 (Manny and Baby together) I...like...loud pipes Big..rims....mo ice V-twelves...or better No...itch....strictly leather Playstation....DVD's Don't worry about yo bitch She comin wit' me Leavin stickers on the Bentley To show the price Arm out the windows Just to floss my ice Fresh....wait hold up Thats that bitch....we fucked Nigga.....what yo bank bout The mew part is Dog i've been....lost count Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo' Slap that bitch.....punch that hoe What the fuck....hold on Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on (chours) Its slap that bitch not slam |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
chorus
oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb oh when oh when oh when are u gonna gimme some hey ma hey ma hey ma when are u gonna stop actin dumb u told me that we was goin to the tele and i told u when i pull up be ready now u said u can't find noone to watch your kids but i think u just scared cuz u don't want me to hit are u gonna gimme some (Barewolf) whats wrong what happened, u told me it was crackin i got my profalatics, and why u trippen on me i'm tired of playin games, its been a couple of weeks hey ma i'm feelin u, u said u feelin me i just can't understand why we can't get our love on girl i won't hit and quit i won't treat u wrong lets go to the mo tonight and lets sip a little mo tonight girl don't say no tonight u need to gimme some (Manny) Its 2002, what u gon do ya high in the air so let lil daddy come thru i been hangin wit cha shorty fo 1 whole week i'm tryin to pressure ya its time to freak now i been holdin it and u been holdin out so won't u be a nice girl and put it in your mouf what thangs done changed why u actin strange u lettin that other nigga get in your brains life is like a movie baby stick to the script i'm dirt dickle and its time to hit I ain't tryin take ya man place, he's alright I'm just tryin ta stick ya baby just one night what i gotta buy somethin just fo ya to try somethin yea i let cha get somethin just to let me hit somethin Now i know you alone when he don't come home pick up the phone now i give you da bone put the kids asleep then we can creep I been waitin to see ya naked baby on whole week time fo you to give it up let a nigga hit it up take it off and spit it up swallow don't spit it up (chorus) (baby) Now i been fucking wit u fo far too long and if i don't hit tonight i know somthins wrong you been duggin fo diamonds runnin scared like you committed a crime and i'm the bail you a poor motha fucka over da phone but a scary motha fucka when its time to get it on you be sayin freaky shit really turnin me on like you slob or spit al over the dick and you be braggin about hoe them nigga is formed but the words thats out i'm seriously home right now i'm ready cuz i'm full of that juice i'm ready to get in the bed and knock somethin lose and after that the balls in your court we can leave it alone or we can go back and forth but first thangs first i'ma admit I'm tear yo ass up when you let me hit |
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from Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004)
(feat. Baby)
I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball [Verse 1] This is it y'all The shit y'all Niggaz grab your dicks y'all Ladies in your best outfits y'all Killa fa shilla Slash pimp plus dealer Nobody realer On the manilla Just call me cute face Chubby waist Back back gimme space Not another motherfucking celebrity murder case Pimpin', Kobe in trouble Michael back in his bubble And my baby mama back To actin just like the devil I just can't believe They smoked up all of my weed Pmipin' they just don't want To see me achieve Man nothing at all Got my back on the wall But I'ma ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball (Yeah) [Chorus] Come on and go with me Walk through the store with me And you can get about a hundred pair of shoes She Really looking good She represent her hood I'm digging her she digging me And it's understood That we could be a couple My name up in her butthole Check me out Wipe me down I'm a pimp nukka Chevrolet doors Put some mink on them floors She put the Gucci sandals With the jeans Diamonds all on her toes [Verse 2] I know you lovin my car Holly-hood superstar And it's golds to these hoes Who don't know who I are I'm the leader my group Keep some weed in my coupe And I only let the baddest bitches Up in my loot Hey check out my shoes And I still ride them trues You can call me a crip Cause I give hoes the blues And I got your baby mother And I front her little brother half OZ's from my keys And he let me cut her Right down the middle And she lovin my pickle When we ride around town On the back of my 'sikul Thirteen hundred fo sho Thought you niggaz should know Wipe me down young pimpin When you walk through the door Push the five series, six series Seven and eight All different colors man How you gonna hate What the fuck Put my finger up And I'ma stand tall Ball ba-ba-ball ba-ball ba-ball ball [Chorus] [Verse 3: Baby] See I feel ya Fresh Aint nothing but the hand Let's go through these niggaz neighborhood In sedan DeVilles Nigga With that gun in my hand Blowin that mary jane nigga With the ice like damn (DAMN!) If you know what I'm sayin I'm the Birdman bitch I'm in that Caddy on them twenty two's Alligator seats The Benz or the Beamer coupe It's all easy Lil Weezy just came through (what's up shorty?) It's nothin to a playa, bitch Just do you And stop hatin before I hit you with this chrome piece Nigga because the block is mine And I don't give a motherfuck I'ma tote my iron (Believe that) Or better yet I hit the hood and grind In candy paint Wipe me down Red gold on shine Well I'm a hood rich real nigga Flyer than ever Stunna and Mannie Fresh We gon get this cheddar (One) [Chorus] |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy [Verse 1 (Baby)] See its summertime homie and we born to shine, Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line, Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks, Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac, See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro' When we go to the club, we go through the back door, With the nine on my waistline (waistline) Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind he get it thru the pipeline, flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines, Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind, Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine [Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)] [Tateeze] Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made [Baby] And on my bed, I even got a mink spread [Tateeze] On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades [Baby] And all my toys, gotta have an infared [Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)] Six years ago, a friend of mine Said its gon' rain before the sunshine, Some gon' lead, some gon' follow, Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow, Now where you going ?, where you been ? And whats your angle, and how you fit in, So this time I made up my mind, F**k being broke, its time to shine, Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone, Baby boy on his way to make a song, From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten You are witnessing, The rise of a young black entrepreneur, Spread my wings, I'm about to soar, two million, three million nigga I did it, two billion, three billion nigga lets get it, [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)] [Baby] See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers, The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin' Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks, Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six, Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips, Fully equipped whips to custom made shit, Now everything is wet, and everything is slick, and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp [Mannie Fresh] You scared, get the new escalade, The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede, Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest, Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh, I like them starched heavy, big box chevy, Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie, Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it, Might go nitro, ignite it, [Chorus X2] [Baby's voice overlapping, talking] Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets, yeah, Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby, Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we riding for ya Darkchild in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch nigga, ay ay, we riding till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga, We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah ! |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
[Baby Talking:]
Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy [Verse 1 (Baby)] See its summertime homie and we born to shine, Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line, Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks, Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac, See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro' When we go to the club, we go through the back door, With the nine on my waistline (waistline) Any nigga act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind he get it thru the pipeline, flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines, Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind, Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine [Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Baby)] [Tateeze] Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made [Baby] And on my bed, I even got a mink spread [Tateeze] On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades [Baby] And all my toys, gotta have an infared [Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh)] Six years ago, a friend of mine Said its gon' rain before the sunshine, Some gon' lead, some gon' follow, Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow, Now where you going ?, where you been ? And whats your angle, and how you fit in, So this time I made up my mind, F**k being broke, its time to shine, Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone, Baby boy on his way to make a song, From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten You are witnessing, The rise of a young black entrepreneur, Spread my wings, I'm about to soar, two million, three million nigga I did it, two billion, three billion nigga lets get it, [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Baby & Mannie Fresh)] [Baby] See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers, The broads keep callin 'cause baby I'm ballin' Hood rich shit with these ghettos and bricks, Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six, Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips, Fully equipped whips to custom made shit, Now everything is wet, and everything is slick, and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp [Mannie Fresh] You scared, get the new escalade, The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede, Shining at its best, nigga wear your vest, Southern ass nigga with his shirts and jeans fresh, I like them starched heavy, big box chevy, Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie, Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it, Might go nitro, ignite it, [Chorus X2] [Baby's voice overlapping, talking] Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets, yeah, Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up nigga, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby, Hold on nigga, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we riding for ya Darkchild in the building nigga, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you nigga, uptown we in this bitch nigga, ay ay, we riding till the wheels fall off nigga, guaranteed we wont look back from here nigga, We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way nigga, yeah yeah, ah ! |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
[Baby]
For sure, lil' one I know what you're goin' through to shine Niggas pullin' off all type of shit But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', you'd better catch the sideline Catch the sideline Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine Niggas losin' but we still maintainin' Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand Knockin' project bricks Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit 'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique We multiply everyday for the bullshit For the hood shit Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick Then we dippin' and dabbin' Goin' back to the labbin' Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it (Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas [Lil' Wayne] Look Look On the streets it ain't sweet They be (?) It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL Him just (?) from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals You get that, pal? Once it's war, nigga, skip town 'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers When and wherever What and however - you bring it good I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm hmmm" Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open! (Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) [Mannie Fresh] What What Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee No evidence at your residence - that's me Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm surprised you lasted." Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex Weed, crack, heroin - what's next? Feds, cops, killers politicians Hookers, hoes, (?) all on missions Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump And cars, broads, murders ghetto life I went through all that shit for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice (Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) [Juvenile] I've been blessed I thank the Lord everyday for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't care? Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare And talk about how it should be and how it could be Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me Take care of your people like you take care of your kids 'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live And niggas gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't Now, how many of you can say you're a real nigga? Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya You gon' know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya Don't answer nobody questions Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession (Hook - 4x [Juvenile]) It's a hard life we livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Intro)
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, see its like Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello Hello Man: See baby Hello, Hello, Hello Woman: Hello, Hello (Verse 1) Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid Man: By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes Woman: And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes Man: Now I fucked you and your sister too Woman: My auntie and my cousin Boo Man: But I think I should let you go Woman: Tell me, why you don't love me no more (Conversation between man and woman. Arguing) (Verse 2) Woman: You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell Man: But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail Woman: Now I been waiting for you everyday Man: But I here messy shit from niggas around the way Woman: Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out Man: But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth Woman: nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit Man: well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch (Conversation between man and woman arguing) |
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from Big Tymers - How You Luv That? (1998)
Manny Fresh:
Everything on me, my skills pay the bills Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all Hat to the back, make my way to the bar When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper Living room Supa-Dupa Size, Suprose This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I come, stunt man number one I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun The boat, the plane, the Viper man The 4 TV's in the black Range A black boy havin' all these thangs Now how should I ride man Baby: Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter And 10 a ki still a number I ride Rolls Royce Canisus I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money But I got 10 hoes, all with golds Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads My block on fire, my niggaz in heat We clockin' a hundred G's a week I boat the yacht, and a screen TV And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee So you niggaz could see me I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga I guess that's the thug in me I lie to these bitches 7 days a week I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace B.G.: They wan' know how I ride Still get high Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin' Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees We ballin' got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck Ah hah, we floss all week man Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day Cadillac: Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye Why, cause I'm a shinda I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya Get out my way cause I'm comin' through Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll We got the finest cars and the finest broads Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside For sheezy boy How you luv that Done it again BGeezy off the heezy |
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from Big Tymers - How You Luv That? (1998)
Awww man, Man I sure believe this one here man, gon' be so beautiful
I know everyone out there gon' hafta love this one, ya heard that? (Verse 1) Now, who the fuck cars for days Crazy hoes and momos with the 20 inch blaze Picture me and the missus driving Expeditious The backstabbin' friends blowin' kisses Chrome-struck bitches, wood grain wenches Leather seats, la la la, anything else itches I done done it, the Bubble IGS 300 Anything else around here, playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon, new Storm, microwave with futons She not white, unh unh, she Cub-an Karats on my fingers, fuckin' R&B singers 1998 Lexus, dickslangers Nuts-hang-us from South American Don Perrion, Mil cousin, move on Can you top-uh Nigga with a Calico to helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga, "How you luv that?" (Chorus) How you luv that? 20 cars on chrome, nigga How you luv that? 20 shows in the dome, nigga How you luv that? 20 hot girls to bone, nigga How you luv that? BRRTTT! 20 Primeco phones (x2) (Verse 2) Nigga, how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When niggas used to play curls now the playin' braids And In my crib I got an elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillows cases in my bed I gotta scream, "Cheese-y" so bad Playboy, I had to get approval from the city and the motherfuckin' feds I said fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'ma ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall Now playboy, you can tell me how you luv that I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle When 9 months, a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter, son So peep this, nigga I got a million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you compete with this? That's beautiful, these 6 ties with that Range Rover Earrings costing 15 G's with T.V.'s Nigga, I'm trying to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee With my face on top, nigga, can you see me? I got so much money, I'll never do time I'll play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat Or for all the coke chargin', 3-time felon on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like? Choppin' tree and pickin' cotton When I should be fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'ma Big Tymer, ask Lac, you can believe that Playboy, nigga, tell me how you luv that? (Chorus) (Juvenile) Baby, what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'? You besta get yo' mind right and go ahead with that hea-din' What? You must think these diamonds ain't real or sumpin, huh? All of this shinin' gon' get me killed for nothin' huh? Nigga, fuck that, I'ma ball 'til I fall from Carolton by the lake to General Digaul So baby, buy me Cristal, shiny jewel Hit the caddilac, 2 wheel with 20 inches Rolex with diamond bezzles, 20 G cel My floor shinin' from mar-ble, cross-connect In my position, we make nothin' but G's If you rich, then you belong got CMB Don't hate us nigga, cause we beatiful, nigga please You think I'm stun'n now, just wait 'til I come back with them keys Niggas fear this, they hate, but they don't come near this I done wrote a song about the bitches, you wanna hear this? They say Juvenile, you motherfucker, you off the heesy I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell they cheesy and greasy Can you see me in that Bubble I, how you luv that? Can you see me in that BMW-ah, how you luv that? (Chorus the Lil' Wayne talks til end) |
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from Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004)
[Intro: Mannie Fresh]
Yeah Ya drive a Chevy now Yeah, I'm ready now The car's stolen baby But I'm rollin baby [Hook: Jasper] Cadillacs to Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) Cadillacs to Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) [Verse 1: David Banner] I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille Mississippi on the tag, man that wood on the wheel That motherfucka change colors like a lizard and shit 55 ridin south, gettin head from a bitch Matter fact, yo bitch, nigga love it and check it She like leather to the ass, so I love to ride naked Right, bang her in the pussy, baby how that feel? Left hand, swangin free, grippin wood on the wheel Then I smack her on the ass man, and jump in the Regal I got some hoes 'cross the river, all up in west, wiggle Ready to twurk, pop it sick somethin, do it for daddy I get back, later on ya bitch is washin my Caddy Spit-shine, waxed up, Armor-All on the tire Ran the hoes down the throat, cause that mouth so fire That's where a nigga ride, in the south You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth Ya weak bitch! [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Say man, I'm in the deuce, in the quarter Fuck with juice, smoke, and water Actin bad with'cha daughter Like a real nigga ought'a What her-what her momma taught her Keep ya boys toes curled up But man she be-man she be fuckin ya boy world up I'm thowed in the streets I'm thow-thowed in the game I rock-rock bizintine Stay blow-blowed in the brain I'm grippin-grippin on the grain Like a real south-sider I bounce and swang-bounce and swang down on them spiders Partna you think you know, but playa you mistakin You knew ya seen-knew ya seen the candy paint cakin Bump back-bump back and recline, trunk-trunk open wide Woofer-woofer beat'cha dome, it's a-it's about to go Chrys'a-Chrys' about to po' You know we-know we got the g's Real-real "Big Tymers", all a-all about the cheese So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby [Hook] [Verse 3: Mannie Fresh (Screwed voice)] Four-fifty-four (Big-block, red stripes-stripes) Comin through this bitch with them loud ass pipes-pipes (Any nigga wanna come and get it) Please-please Breeze by yo ass, with the motherfuckin ease In the middle of the dark and Interstate sparkin Call-induction opened up, carbuerator barkin Pass by the crowd, music real loud (Every-every thang in my cd-changer for the sound) Then I do it real good, diamonds on the wood Oh pissy-ass, sissy-ass lame wish he could Ride like that, "Diamond in the Back" Moon-roof top, Brougham Cadillac Then I pass in my Cut' dawg, screamin out (Fuck y'all) Roll down the window, hey! Let a pimp pluck off Acious Clacious Clay has returned In a Super-Sport Chevy with' a ultra-perm, woo! [Hook] |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
(Juvenile)
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds A nigga with tattoos all over his arm A nigga with a gold grill, diamonds in his charm A nigga that'll tell your girl, "Fuck that nigga!" Your givin' me tha pussy, you don't love that nigga You need a nigga that'll put you in your place Put that dick on ya at anytime of tha day A nigga that'll give ya a lil' somethin' if it's right A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette A nigga that'll take care of his kids if it's his A nigga that's a handsome lil' son of a bitch A nigga like.. me.. never get tired You lookin' for a Hot Boy, girl, I got that fire (Chorus4x [Juvenile]) Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit I told her, "If ya fuck everybody it's all gravy." She didn't say nothin', she stood there lookin' at me crazy Then she got mad, and called me bitches and motherfuckers I waited 'til I got by the door, reached back and stuck her She did what any bitch woulda did, and got the law for me Talkin' 'bout gonna press charges and get her pa for me I told him, "When I get outta jail, I'ma beat ya awfully and open up fire at your pa to back him up off of me." All she wanted to do was scream out "Juvie" While I hit her from tha back and smack her on tha booty Bite tha titties, get tha head, break tha bed Pull off tha rubber and bust a nut on her leg Some of these hoes be tellin' me," I'm just an admirer." I don't wanna fuck ya; shit, I got that fire (Chorus [Juvenile]) Shit, I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a J if you want that Oscar Meyer [Mannie Fresh] Baby baby baby Look, baby girl: work it, just don't quit See I love it when you young ass shake them tits You lil' vivrant thang You like Burger King? Well you can go in and swing on J's Whopper Ding-a-ling You make me really lump up in tha pants Every time I see your sexy ass do that dance And you can tell your friends you know a Nigga with a dick like a great big cobra We can bang bang bang all night long Knock your head against tha bed 'til tha inside's gone When ya see your sister, tell her, "It's alright." She still make my dick BOOM like dynamite Tell her Tiger Woods... but I won't Eat no pussy... cuz I don't You wanna nigga that'll fuck ya in tha park in tha grass You wanna nigga that'll stick a big stick in your ass That fire! (Chorus Juvenile) I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer Shit, I got that fire I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer I got that fire Shit, I got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer [Juvenile] He got that fire Fresh, he got that fire Girl, holla at my nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Shit, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire B.G., he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Turk, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Slim, he got that fire Girl, holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Wayne, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Baby, he got that fire Girl, holla at that nigga if you want that Oscar Meyer He got that fire Juvi, he got that fire Girl, holla at this nigga if you want this Oscar Meyer |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
(Chorus)
(Petey Pablo) Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city dont love and they dont care but I will take you there (2X) Verse 1: (Baby) tell the sister like blood little brother a thug and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud im the OG gangsta VL in the truth every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down his sister and his moms when i come around showin love to the family when ya lose your ground (Mannie) Wussup lil man had to write you a rap just to let u know this nigga still got yo back aint to much change still doin my shows stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes but enough about me and everything in my world congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam (chorus 2X) Verse 2 (Baby) but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes and no pussy to fuck nobody to like but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook nobody to book nobody to look tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took (mannie) all you see is that platinum shit a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick but you dont know what i have seen from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams the project bricks the old school kicks the early mornin capers and the late night flicks but since i moved on things aint the same i chose rap you chose the game (chorus 2X) verse 3 (baby) See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen but mom just wonderin when the end gon end when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen or when the light shot out you up in the park the white trunk out your homey got marked or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart or every nigga that talk should die in the dark (mannie) i never forgot you and what we did and how we came up and where we lived im seven forever turn coke to never hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar gotta get my ends wanna push a benz eat steak live great and raise my twins i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone i luv ya bruh and this is my song (chorus 2X) (music fades to end) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
(Chorus)
(Petey Pablo) Now how can one get up off the spot God damn raise a family get up off the block Where the city dont love and they dont care but I will take you there (2X) Verse 1: (Baby) tell the sister like blood little brother a thug and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud im the OG gangsta VL in the truth every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down his sister and his moms when i come around showin love to the family when ya lose your ground (Mannie) Wussup lil man had to write you a rap just to let u know this nigga still got yo back aint to much change still doin my shows stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes but enough about me and everything in my world congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam (chorus 2X) Verse 2 (Baby) but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes and no pussy to fuck nobody to like but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook nobody to book nobody to look tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took (mannie) all you see is that platinum shit a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick but you dont know what i have seen from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams the project bricks the old school kicks the early mornin capers and the late night flicks but since i moved on things aint the same i chose rap you chose the game (chorus 2X) verse 3 (baby) See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen but mom just wonderin when the end gon end when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen or when the light shot out you up in the park the white trunk out your homey got marked or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart or every nigga that talk should die in the dark (mannie) i never forgot you and what we did and how we came up and where we lived im seven forever turn coke to never hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar gotta get my ends wanna push a benz eat steak live great and raise my twins i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone i luv ya bruh and this is my song (chorus 2X) (music fades to end) |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles] Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo, you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a dog, and spit like a dog.. [Mannie Fresh Rapping..] I'm a D-O-G, you know me, coming through this mother fucker in an 83' slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch, she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich, hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes, then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs, Bitch say what you want, do what you feel, I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil, No I don't play ball but I'm a baller, Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya, Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side, Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride, (?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree, Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me, Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing, My money run long like J.R Yewin, I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early, Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action, Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson, Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said, I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red, The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly, The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie, I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp, Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp, Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me, Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci, If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right, Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight, But you gotta understand I could never be your man, Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan, You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel, I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill, I'm a dog bitch, I don't care, Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair, Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth, Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help, Other things and your children, smelling like urine, Gone from home, like you been out tourin, Think who you with, bitch get off my dick, I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent, Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle, Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle, Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman, bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin', [Chorus X2] [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] Oh you a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin' [Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)] Yeah, I wanna be your agent, I wanna be your cousin, I wanna be everything your man wasn't, I wanna be your friend, I wanna know your ATM PIN, If I tell you to follow me, Come with me, in a swimming pool, full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna, Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !, And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat, all the Caffine you can possibly drink, red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby, if you just come with me [Beat Stops...] [Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:] First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I will pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was this one bitch that had me mad with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby on TV talkin about, he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive Chevy's, Old Chevy's get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some basketball players on the right side, go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did was fuck you, I love ladies but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO ! |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie Talking (high pitched voice)]
Follow me baby, come with me baby [whistles] Follow me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, come with me baby, Hey, hey, hey, this is devastating daddy the dog, barking at these hoes out my monte carlo, you can stay or you can follow...[dog barking] talk like a dog, walk like a dog, fit like a dog, and spit like a dog.. [Mannie Fresh Rapping..] I'm a D-O-G, you know me, coming through this mother fucker in an 83' slant back with kits, spittin shit to your bitch, she'll do anything for me cause I'm filthy rich, hoe open your eyes, I'll feed you popeyes, then take you to the crib then I open ya thighs, Bitch say what you want, do what you feel, I'll slam dunk a bitch like Shaquille O'Neil, No I don't play ball but I'm a baller, Drop ya ass off then I'll call ya, Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side, Got 20 more hoes trying to get in my ride, (?) then I'll flee, go and get a tree, Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me, Don't worry what I'm doing, and who the fuck I'm screwing, My money run long like J.R Yewin, I'm a mack like roni, pretty like Tony, puff like daddy, and the bitches come early, Give me head can you beat it give ya boy some action, Spin around and grab my dick like Michael Jackson, Nigga pimpin ain't dead, you heared what I said, I got a high priced hoe, layin bitches she red, The chick want I, cuz I'm superfly, The bitch don't believe that I tell her a lie, I'm an interstate pimp, walk with a limp, Hoe better have my wine with my lobster and shrimp, Because I'm rich, chicks they notice me, Forever my lady ?, bitch I ain't Jodeci, If fucking you is wrong, I don't want to be right, Your mouthing feel good and your pussy is tight, But you gotta understand I could never be your man, Put ya ring back on bitch, you ain't stan, You wanna know the real, I tell you how I feel, I don't give a fuck about a bitch I'm trying to make a bill, I'm a dog bitch, I don't care, Fuck what you talking bout, life ain't fair, Hoes don't help, they just spend your wealth, Then they gone in the wind when you lone and help, Other things and your children, smelling like urine, Gone from home, like you been out tourin, Think who you with, bitch get off my dick, I ain't giving up nuthing, I ain't paying your rent, Bitch get on your hustle, let me see your muscle, Think you gettin money, then we gon' have to tussle, Scooby Do, but I don't, Tiger Woods, but I wont, treat you like a woman, bitch bring me something, sucker punch ya ass and leave ya ribcage thumpin', [Chorus X2] [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] You a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin' [Tateeze] Oh you a dog huh ? [Group] Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin', Keep Pimpin' [Mannie Fresh Talking (high pitched voice)] Yeah, I wanna be your agent, I wanna be your cousin, I wanna be everything your man wasn't, I wanna be your friend, I wanna know your ATM PIN, If I tell you to follow me, Come with me, in a swimming pool, full of biting Pirahnnahs, dressed like you is Madonna, Come with me Baby, Come with me, Fly !, Fly !, And baby, if you do come with me, you can have all the spinach you can eat, all the Caffine you can possibly drink, red bull is there for you, ice cubes, black and white TV, these things I offer to you baby, if you just come with me [Beat Stops...] [Mannie Fresh Talking in Normal Voice:] First of all, get off my lawn, before I pinch your mutha fuckin arm, I ain't gon' fight you, I ain't gon' bite you, I ain't gon' kick you, or punch you, but I will pinch the shit out of you, I apologize to all the women, all the ladies and that for making this song, but there was this one bitch that had me mad with all that Beggin shit, she done took that Cash Money Millionaire shit too far, its Baby on TV talkin about, he got a hundred million dollar record deal and he got a Maybach and all that, bitch I drive Chevy's, Old Chevy's get the fuck off with that shit, there is some football players up the street, there is some basketball players on the right side, go beg to them mutha fuckers, I ain't giving you shit, the stupidest shit my dick ever did was fuck you, I love ladies but I hate hoes, thats why you get notta, nathaniel, nartica, ZERO ! |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(I'M COMIN')
LIKE A RELIC IN A PICK UP TRUCK (BASS HUMMIN') 15'S IN THE AH (STILL RUNNIN') LIKE A ENERGIZER BUNNY BRU (HOOD PLUMMIN') LAY A BIG DICK DOWN TO HU (YO WOMAN) SKRIPPER COMIN' DOWN ON THA POLE (SHOW SOMETHIN') BIG TIDDIES AND THE ASSHOLE (DRUMS DRUMMIN') OUT THE ESCALADE ON 24'S....YEA, OH-OH (1ST VERSE) SHE GOT IT GOES NUMBER ONE FLICKER NIGGA BACK ON IT 2003 CADI WITH THAT BURBURY RAG ON IT IT'S MINK ON THE FLOOR THE SEATS IS OSTRICH WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY FAMILY WE SOME MONSTERS IT'S CASH MONEY YOU KNOW WE THE BOSS OF THIS HOOD SHIT,FLOSSIN THIS HOOD BITCH,SHOTS IN THIS HOOD QUICK IT'S BIG TIMIN' MAN PUT THEM LIL RIDES UP WE 600 RIPPERS PUT THEM LIL 5'S UP (2ND VERSE) IT'S CASH MONEY WE AINT DUCKIN AND DODGIN,WE BUSTIN AND RIDIN CADI TRUCK AND THEM PROWLER WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HOLLERIN BENZ LACS AND BEAMERS WITH DIME BITCHES WITH ASS AS FAT AS TRINA'S...WHOA I GOT MY FOUR TUCKED ME I'M OUT FOR MORE BUCKS |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay [Bun B] Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) Everytime, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall It's Southside holding, so we gon ball And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp C And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill [Hook - 2x] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
(*talking*)
I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay [Bun B] Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) Everytime, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall It's Southside holding, so we gon ball And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp C And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill [Hook - 2x] |
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from Juvenile - Tha G-Code (2000)
[Juvenile]
Huh... You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot You lil boyz don't wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block Yoy lil boyz ain't ready to go to tha pen You lil boyz ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men You lil boyz better stay in your place You lil boyz ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world You lil boyz had better hit you a lick You lil boyz shouldn't have ta ask another nigga for shit You lil boyz don't even respect your momma You lil boyz don't even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer You lil boyz swear to God it's a game You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name You lil boyz always be makin' a scene You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, you lil boyz better slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Baby] You lil boyz better clear tha block 'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot Cock tha glocks, we prepared to pop Can't let it slide 'cause these lil boyz ain't right Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps You're outta line if you're playin' with mine Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather Fuckin' with my cheddar B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever But, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool (chorus [Lil' Wayne]) You lil boyz better ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look [Mannie Fresh] Check it out, check it out You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y'all shit You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see You lil boyz know y'all time is up You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck You lil boyz kinda like had '99 But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it's mine You lil boyz need ta (???) with y'all's friends You lil boyz really women with paws like mens You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats You lil boyz think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns [Lil' Wayne] Look, look, When.. I.. ride.. dog Chopper.. be on.. my.. side.. dog Niggas betta run.. duck.. hide.. dog 'Cause I'm about to let.. bullets.. fly.. dog Bahdi-by-by Get it.. right, nigga They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your.. wife, nigga Look, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid Keep sprayin'.. tha MAC-11.. burst Hit 'em where it.. hurts I'ma shoot.. first Soak his.. shirt (ksshhh!) Blood all over tha place Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place It's Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now If you don't think you can hang, nigga, slow down (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, look, 'Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down There's no remorse now 'Bout to explode rounds [Lil' Wayne] Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout ta go down What |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Lac (chorus))
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Mannie Fresh) See the story take place in the back of the club About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love" See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler One more thing I forgot to tell Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell Yo my fault, Pa was 26 Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick Your man got lil one in the V.I.P. With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy" Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing Hey young world your whole life's ruined But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Baby) Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces Bumping some old Cash Money Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen" But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some" (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit (Baby) Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right, After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night" Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch (Mannie Fresh) Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that? Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick But it's your life and it's your biz Four different baby-daddies, get how you live (Lac (chorus)) Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse? Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit |
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from Big Tymers - How You Luv That? (1998)
Whazzup
This the life nigga Check Lil' Wayne: I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B. I floss everyday wooday Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley What the deal on the real it's all about scrill Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah Ridin to myself up in my baby benz Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby See the $ on my back symbolize my click See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel What Chorus:(x2) I got ten around my neck (mm mm) And baguettes on my wrist (*Bling*) See we ball till we fall (la la) Livin a millionaires dream (wootay) Verse 2: Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ??? CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch (echo) (Chorus) Baby Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings And duck these killings And tipping these niggas tryina have billions I just wanna raise my two children Going to these white folks and demandin millions Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes But I still got my ghetto stripes When I'm pimp in the game Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop" Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right ??? so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight That's how it be worth some G's Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit You dig (Baby Talking) (Chorus) Manny: Young niggas wearin cracka gators All my life eatin steak and potatoes Valet please get the beige Mercedes It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal It's marvelous, the life I live Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give Rolex's for everyday of the week Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini Givin all these project hoes the weenie On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me Life styles of the rich and richer Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week Now how that shit hit you Look here Baby I'ma get wit you |
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from B.G. - The Heart Of Tha Streetz Vol.2 (2006)
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen (Buh buh buh buh bip) I have a special guest gangsta (Buh buh buh buh bip) Back for the first time ya heard (Buh buh buh buh bip) Along with Fresh [Raps] If you's a gangsta homey bop ya head, let 'em hang I see ya shake it shawty, gon girl, do ya thang Do the chain, just a watch and a pinky ring Now everybody come together, join along and sing [Chorus] I'm from the ghetto homey I was raised on bread and bologna You can't come around here 'cause ya phony Now keep it movin, move around, get off me Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Now keep it movin, move around, get off me (bip) Dudes gotta leave, but you can stay shawty [Verse 1: B.G.] Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time) And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn't a easy grind (grind) Been through this, been through that, been through everything (everything) But I'm real, so I still manage to do my thing (yep) I held it down every since I came through the do' (do') Representin 504 'til the meat show (New Orleans) You know the underdog always do it big [Mannie Fresh] Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid [B.G.] I'm getting money, looking good, just look at the watch (bling) Matter fact, take a look in the parking lot (daaammnnn) I'm representin the blocks from the east to the west (west) It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south) Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked) But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it) All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up) All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) [Chorus] [Verse 2: B.G.] Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block) But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop) But I don't care, that's nothin, grind don't stop (don't stop) I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot (hot hot hot) I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot (unh unh) Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top) We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock) I'm a real "G", career ain't near over Got flooded, still representin VL and Magnolia (VL) Still represent the whole New Orleans Get it right and keep it right, I'm the Heart of Tha Streetz My reputation speak for itself, it's all good Any state, any block dawg I'm all good All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) And all my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up) [Chorus] [Verse 3: B.G.] It ain't easy livin where the young die fast (fast) It's either rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance) This rap shit too easy for me to go back Ten for a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track But I ain't lyin, the streets call sometime I could go to Detroit, sell 'em a thousand a pound And get 'em for bout two-hunned in H-Town Forget it, I ain't even goin that route (fuck it) I just do it like I do it 'cause the streets love it (love it) I hold it down, never bound, out of state thuggin' I don't be trippin when the haters go to mean-muggin' (muggin') I keep a strap in the hand so I keep stuntin' (stuntin') Now it's known by the whole world who a joke (joke) He ain't a man, he got dreads you already know (Wayne) All my gangstas, gon put ya hands up (put 'em up) And all my hot girls, back dat ass up [Chorus] |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weights (2003)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavy Weight Chopped & Screwed (2004)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked Walked away and fought Went from cussin and bustin Hustle from day to dark Turned nothin to somethin Introduced to stunnin In my life In my life I done caused some hurt And I done did some good Said I can't even when I could I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested In my life In my life Just say no when I really meant yes I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers In yo life In yo life What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please Separate good from fake and the love and the hate In my life In my life [B.G.] I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin B.G. lived that thug life I done done it all in my life I done done time I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a stuggle for me But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin And it ain't to turnin back And I take chances in whatever I do Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all [Mannie] The night in the Rover When the niggas came over You went out like a soldier And I still can't get over What fake bitches done done Got me clutchin my gun In this life In this life I used to wonder why All the good niggas die Why some soldier gotta suffer And mothers gotta cry Why my daddie gotta lie Cuz he don't even try to be In my life In my life Take care of your crib Where you lay down and live Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit Had yo daughter and yo son Been down since day one In yo life In yo life What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit In this life In this life [Juvenile] Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up I'm from the projects so you know I just realized What it means to be successful Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me And I came to them as a real nigga And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man [Baby] I had pounds of coke I had money to blow I had a felony charge I had to fight in the court I had warrant reports Shot up cars before In my life My life I got kids to feed I got niggas to watch I need a hundred mil I need to get off the block Wear soldier Rees In the gamblin spot In my life My life I could cook it and cut it I could bag it and move it I could toat in the budget Got money to prove it I done flood the public Hope Beatrice'll do it In my life My life Now my name is Baby But the call me Bubba Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber In my life My life Let me stunt and shine Let me bling and floss Let me ride without the law always searchin my car I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play In my life My life Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit You just don't know what I go through In my life My life I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers In my life My life I got cars and broads with money to make I got that brown wall and that white gate Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold In my life My life [Turk] Beautiful Baby what's happenin This Lil Turk you heard me One of the Original Hot Boys I done did it all you heard me From runnin through cuts and hallways Runnin through projects bustin heads Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk Young and Thuggin you heard me I know you gonna let me do what I do Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life you heard me Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin bottles and fuckin hoes You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
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To all my peoples, to all my peoples To all my peoples, yeeeaaahhh Together we stand and divided we fall If niggas get together then we all can ball Live as one in the project and bump the sound And eat chicken til the motherfuckin sun come down We be lickin to the motherfuckin sun go down Keep stickin to the motherfuckin sun go down Get dough, and never go down Never go down, never go down [Baby] (First line overlaps hook) Look look look I say niggas stroke crosses to knock these bosses We can ball together make money take loses You know the game you gotta pay these cost-es You win some lose some nigga regardless Hang on the corner sell crack with straps Or we can go to the club like pimps and macks Or we can unite for stripes or just say fuck it You get down bad bust raps for life It don't matter to me daddy, you do what you do I'd 'ave took pennitentary ?transit? to get this fool See Im'a flip this money take it to the mall And open up something and get more money Like the beauty shop, keeps macs when Im thuggin Hanging on the block watching for undercovers Clean a little money, then clean a little money The rap game ain't for everybody but try something Hook 2x [Mannie Fresh] (First line overlaps hook) See see see, check it out My people need to get it right We can either get together or we can straight up fight We can shake hands or we can go to the gun Divided we fall or we can live as one You can fuck wit' it or you can leave it alone And if you don't want piece bring ya jive ass home And I heard the fake shit that you said in ya song And I still love the nigga eventhough he was wrong See, XXL will let you have the cover If you say some fake shit about ya brother Thats a petty-ass, spagetti-ass, fake-ass niggas You don't know whats going on snake-ass niggas But I'm.. not.. stoppin for y'all Four 15's keep it knockin for y'all If that don't work then nigga move on Get the fuck good luck and I'm glad that you gone Hook Go down, go down, go down |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
Verse 1:(Mannie+Baby) If the bitch you wit give some f**ked up head
(Lil Wayne) They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If you ask for the pussy and she always in the red They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If yo (?) try to make you pee in the car They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga try to stick a big dick in yo butt They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga throwin up and ain't full of that puff They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga runnin up and ain't got his guns up They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga sellin crack and ain't packin a gat They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga ain't f**kin his bitch from the back They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga break in yo shit and steal yo stash They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If you unlock yo do and find me hittin dat ass They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If ya boyriend f**k around with another bitch They be like no n-no no no no he didn't On top of that the nigga burned u and gave u the itch They be like no n-no no no no he didn't Chorus:(lil Wayne) No n-no no no, no n-no no no, no n-no no no, no he didn't Verse 2: If a cat got a lac without bows to match They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga stole some keys and the bullshits whack They be like no n-no no no no he didn't My nigga hit the boat wit 10 G's stacked They be like no n-no no no no he didn't My nigga bought a car and can't even rap They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga come around and try to lay you down They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga not in same from uptown They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a cat try to make you snort a lil bit o brown They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga ridin at you and ain't got no sound They be like no n-no no no no he didn't (Chorus) Verse 3: If a block wit (?) the cause a nigga bought a jag They be like no n-no no no no he didn't I'ma 3 time loser and I'm shootin this gat They be like no n-no no no no he didn't Game rap, game spit nigga understand that They be like no n-no no no no he didn't I f**k a niggas bitch in his house like that They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a nigga try to come on yo set and run shop They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If a hoe gotta go and a nigga say no They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If his bitch ass stank he won't get popped They be like no n-no no no no he didn't If you don't want trouble nigga get off the block They be like no n-no no no no he didn't (Chorus) (lil Wayne): Big Tymers Lil Wayne be like no n-no no no no he didn't (Mannie): Now when you find out that ain't yo kid you be like no n-no no no aah shit! Now for these broads out here thinkin niggas gon by them meals, gettin them wheels, hookin them hoes up wit bills it be like no n-no no I ain't!! If I could I would, but I can't so I ain't. The sad thing about it you hoes gon have to do without it. In the 2G I'm all about my muthaf**kin self. Self I'm all about you in the 2G. It's all about me, myself, and I. F**K A HOE Right on dere. |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
(Manny Fresh)
Yeah, mmm hmmm This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there in pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see (Manny Fresh) Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah) That I'm treat her real good (Oh Yeah) And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah) And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah) Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah) You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah) Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah) And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah) Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah) You already got a man (Oh Yeah) You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah) And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah) And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah) You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah) Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah) Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah) Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah) And we don' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah) Now look what we done did (Oh yeah) Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah) (Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do (Baby) (Ey, Ey, Ey) I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah) 24's on the fleet (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones) Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah) And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah) Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah) Y'all know it I'm the car show king (Oh Yeah) I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah) I throw partys buck wild (Oh Yeah) Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah) And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah) Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah) Cuz that stock shit stank (Oh Yeah) Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah) 25 inch rims an' tires (Oh Yeah) I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah) New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah) (Chorus) DADDIE...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah DADDIE... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town) DADDIE it's what ever you wanna do (Gotti) Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah) From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah) Whoa that glock gettin hot (Oh Yeah) Got dough so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah) Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah) Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot (Oh Yeah) And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah) If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah) (Boo) Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah) Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah) You know biggie d drivin' (Oh Yeah) Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah) So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah) You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah) Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah) So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah) (Chorus until fade) |
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from Big Tymers - I Got That Work (2001)
{Chorus}
Play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on Play on, play on, play on To the players Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on To the players Roll on, roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on, roll on To the players Ride on, ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on, ride on Ride on, ride on, ride on To the players {Baby} For sure lil' one Benz 600 on dubs my man Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing 20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick Bought a brand new car Steering wheel in the middle With the passenger side on both sides my nigga Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out I got a Rover with 8 tires a Jag with 6 Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch Play boy (Chorus) {Mannie Fresh} I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter I'm M.F. nigga Nothin less nigga Running in a race with me You gotta catch your breath nigga I love sex nigga Got a complex nigga Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga Y'all doing good lil' one I'm doing better Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather See hit her get her grab her man I get with her Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her Doing like it should be done I'm the mack Make it feel just like a gun Up in your back Tell the truth I know you know baby I don't need em Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em You handcuffing these broads Bring them hoes up in for questioning Captain save a broad find another profession Like (Chorus) {Baby} Ha bro Catch me getting out my Rover With ice all over With a pair black Girbauds And some fresh white Soldiers I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van With about a 150 nasty bitches my man It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder A block off the interstate Doing donuts in my Ferrari {Mannie Fresh} Now why you over there looking at me? Could I be the player that you trying to be? I been pimping young stuns since 83 Ask your mamma and they mammas Sonny they know me #1 reppers, hot like pepper Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us I heard you gone persue her She telling the world you chew her Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her (Chorus) |
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from Big Tymers - Hood Rich (2002)
{Hook}
{Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy, daddy {Man} Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive {Man} I've been stackin and mackin since '75 {Man} When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that {Women}Thats my daddy daddy {Baby} I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing But I'm Hood Rich nigga tell ya bitch to ask me Swang yo' girl in that brand new Caddy Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP Shift it up the block before a nigga can pop I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player 2 - G and 2 its Big Tymer year Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player {Fresh} You don't wanna get it on You'll get shitted on or spitted on Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on Peanut butter and wood, its still understood That Im'a P - I - M - P The M to the A, double N - I - E Now put yo' feet up on that mank Take a pull of the stank And we can do it how it should be done I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note? Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits {Hook}(Chorus) {Fresh} I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first A mack in second grade by third it was worse A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin Two way checkin home wreckin Rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an' {Talking} I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else Oh and some shrimp {Baby} I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe I left the roof at home let the rain come thru Don't cry now ma you know how it go But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs I wear enough ice to sit on the throne And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home {Hook} |
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from Big Tymers - How You Luv That? (1998)
[lil' wayne]
What, what what, what, huh Huh, huh, big tymers, huh Better act like you know it I be comin wit' it And you saw wayne from a distance in the expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's h-o-t Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be a hater Slippin' 'tal in your drawers, hot boy ______ Get up, cardion, lobster regular And you can call me on my cell-ular, what? Celebrate and pop the don p Beep, that's me that drop the funk beat, uh uh Me and lil' travis stun'n hard off 'less my daddy grab it I got a roley on my wrist with 10 karats And i'ma shine but I'm still bout blastin', huh? Nigga rollin' short about paper Bedroom, 2nd floor, in the 'vator I'm a superstar (star), money makin' pimp Up in the double r (r), just me and slim I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy Cash money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)? Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful 3x How you luv that, playboy? [verse 2] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask pamela or your baby momma lil' tamera Feel like a samurai or zorro Rich niggas don't borrow Cut a check or wait til the bank open tomorrow Look at ya sorrow, ends gotta meet, kids gotta eat While we make a meal, rhymin' in and out of beat Am I to see shit? don't even look for it, it's way off Concerts sellin' out like chicago bulls playoffs So stay off the ground cause it's dangerous, whoa-ty Too many riches, these bitches don't, won't hang with us, whoa-ty It's a gang of us, whoa-ty You see one everywhere you go, ain't no thang with us, whoa-ty You get it either it show We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom With hoes countin' money and giving niggas head, room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere, butt on the run, startin' shit somewhere, Playboy [chorus] Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me, baby cause I'm beauiful These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy [verse 3] I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy, I'm gonna stretch that motherf**ker I bought a yukon for my main bitch with my newborn Pictures of other ol' ladies suckin' on my dick While you be loving the stupid bitch Now I guess I been playing with about 10 million and something These hoes been giving me they pussy like it ain't nothing Going to the club with 10 g's and a bar tab that's all on baby Lettin' these hoes and niggas drank for free Playgirl but you gotta understand one thang, that shit all on cash money Well here's another case, where this hoe sprayed mace in my face Cause I wouldnt give this hoe no plate Tellin' me I think my shit don't stank cause I got a benz, a hummer, a lexus And a penthouse that say "hoe hater" With tatoos with number one stunner With billionaire on my left arm, and millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin' this gold grill, homey I spent 20 g's on my earrings, homey Nigga, I aiin't met a nigga who could drop a beat like fresh And I ain't met a nigga that could out shine me See I gotta clip that called pussy-go getters Now playboy, these hoes be lovin' these cash money niggas [chorus then talk til the end] |
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from Mannie Fresh - The Mind Of Mannie Fresh (2004)
[Chorus] House real-BIG, Cars real-BIG, Dick real-BIG, Everything real-BIG... Rims real-BIG, Pockets real-BIG, Rings real-BIG, Let me tell u how i live... Like that? buy that! 24's - ride that Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps... Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs... I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma! [Verse 1] King of the hood, Everything wood, Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put.. Matchin soakin set, big open deck, Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back Drop top that Six-15's beatin hard in the deck Push that button Microwave oven I'm just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck And in the other side of the bed Yeah she wanna get stuff Clap off lights when u gettin affection Clap on lights when u findin protection Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator Can u find another truck with a plush elevator [Chorus] House real BIG, Cars real BIG, Dick real BIG, Everything real BIG... Rims real BIG, Pockets real BIG, Rings real BIG, Let me tell u how i live... Like that - buy that 24's - ride that Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps... Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs... I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma! [Verse 2] Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on) And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite) Hey yall peep the outfit Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit- (back up workin with a monstah) Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes Yall still doing lil league, and I'm in dah pros And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!) And black boys say dude holdin the title As the king of the south Workin in and out And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me Yeah pimpin' still blindin (bliiing!) Keep'a steve harvey linin' (edge it up) And I'm'ma leather reclinin (lay back) Put the music alpinin' , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!) [Chorus] House real BIG, Cars real BIG, Dick real big, Everything real BIG... Rims real BIG, Pockets real BIG, Rings real BIG, Let me tell u how i live... Like that - buy that 24's - ride that Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps... Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs... I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma! [Verse 3] Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin' Landin in the projects in'na big jet plane (rollout!) In a old blue chevy van Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can't Man dude on the real?? Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real?? Broad jocka stunna grill I'm about to clown Puttin it down-yall' Spin my gutt So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts Round and round and round (skirr--skuurr) This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow) Pah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants.... With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!) [Chorus] House real big Cars real big Dick real big Everything real big Rims real big Pockets real big Rings real big Let me tell u how i live Like that buy that 24's ride that Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs I'm Rich Bitch I'm a fucking big tyma |
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