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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[movie announcer]
Now showing New Joc City, starring Yung Joc, A-T-L's most wanted In an action packed movie about gunfights Grinding, the ol' trap, and most of all, getting money [Yung Joc] Oh you already know what it is folk Hey folk, y'all niggaz watch out, dope boy's comin Let me paint a picture, here's the backdrop Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks My intuition tells me, here come the cops First nigga run, last nigga get knocked A couple hours later when it's time to get funded Ten percent of food stamps cost you fo' hundred I had to use a alias cause I'm a most wanted Now I'm back in the Chevy on the pedal and I'm runnin [announcer] New Joc City! [dispatcher] 210, we have a visual on the subject [the police] Roger that (Five-oh nigga!) Nigga I see 'em that's five-oh nigga (Oh shit!) Nigga that's five-oh (Run nigga!) [Yung Joc] Now I gotta switch up cause my trap on fire It's hot like the thermostat was set on high I need another spot just to stash those pies I'ma juice the first down hoe that rode by I'ma tell ya like this, watch yourself bruh The first time she get wrong it time to check her Even though she lick me from my balls to my neck up I gotta watch myself cause this could be a set up [announcer] The saga continues [loud knocking on door] [Yung Joc] Baby see who the fuck who it is [the broad] I don't know! [Yung Joc] You got, you got somebody comin over here? [the broad] Nah, I mean, you know nobody comin this late [Yung Joc] Man, who the fuck is that man [Yung Joc] Them motherfuckers actin [glass breaking] [Yung Joc] like they tryin to get in though man - OH SHIT! [Yung Joc] That's when the do' swang open like WHAM Niggaz pointin choppers at me like Uncle Sam Thankin to myself "What the fuck, God damn" I sho' hop to God that this nigga chopper jam I'm lookin at him crazy, I don't know what to tell him He put the chopper to the back of my cerebellum I tell him, the block's in that box on the flo' But if you touch that bitch the whole house gon' explode [announcer] New Joc City! [computer] 10 seconds 'til detenation Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, goodbye (kaboom) [announcer] This has been another Bad Boy South [announcer] Block Entertainment production [announcer] Now showing in your local fucking hood |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
This a nitty beat
Here we go again Ghettoville U S A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right Dis nigga go by the name of jock He resides in collegepark But for right now what we gotta do for y'all We gotta give y'all a hit Niggaz in my face Damn near er' day Askin a million questions like Jock where ya stay Tell 'em collegepark Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone jays on my feet I'm on that patron so get like me 69 cutlass wit the bucket seat Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama nice ass nice brain Er'body love me I'm so fly Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba 2 do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boi magic seven days a week Numba one record long as nitty on the beat Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggaz know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Time to set it off let these nigga know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors I ride real slow no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye Ask 'em how I know its me surprise Put it in the air rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Yung Joc Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus]
If its a problem Gon let me know And if it ain't shit Nigga gon let it go But while it's on my mind I need to let you kno Them choppas on deck And I ain't afraid to let em' go [Repeat: x 4] Yea I'll do ya do ya (do ya bad do ya bad) [Repeat: x 2] You on that dumb shit, ain't wit it man That's the main reason murders get committed man It can go down any minute man Whole squad jump out that black on black many man So you betta be quick and on ya toes Where dem choppa bullets stop nobody knows Babies crying niggas dying all ova da place Mamma crying 'cause is blood all ova her face This is not a game this is not a test Swiss cheese ya brain mayne you be laid to rest I'll bust yo head ask questions lata Throw yo duces sianara to you hatas [Chorus] I don't know ya bitch she don't know me either I suggest you keep it moving if you wanna keep her You don't want these problems that's a bad idea Machetti have ya ass running like diarrhia Nobody move nobody get hurt, shit If I pull dat tube errybody hit da dirt Look dis could be da boy dat if you only keep it coo nigga act like you growin steady still in middle Schoo nigga you don't really want dis beef bra put in back in the freeza You'll freeze up when I pull the heat then squeeze pull them knees up This is not a game this is not a test slow ya roll fo' you be laid to rest [Chorus] I'll sell you wet dope just to make it wheigh right Call dem boys set you up in broad daylight Yea I'll bang ya bitch I'll do you bad 9 months later now she screamin yur da dad If you loose ya bun say I neva found da shit If I owe ya guap pay ya ass wit counterfeit Oh yea I'll flex ya nigga don't think I caint Have my broad put some suga in ya gas tank Catch a break line slash ya back tire When ya crank ya car ya engine catch fire Now I don't kno what you been told But these are free prescriptions [Chorus] |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(feat. Big Gee)
(Yung Joc) What it is man (sup?) Yung Joc, Block Entertainment Yeah, you wan' know somethin? (What'chu wanna know nigga?) I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man (Preach on) Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money Your re-up shit ain't right (nope, nope) Your grams off nigga, get that shit right (Tell 'em shawty) Let me talk to y'all This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin Cause really all it takes is a couple grand Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback (shhh) Cause you don't want to piss me off And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin 'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin (Chorus 2X: Yung Joc) I done told your ass once (once) told your ass twice (twice) Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life (wit'cha life) Don't play with it (blam) don't play with it (blam) Don't play with it (blam) nigga don't play with it (blam) (Big Gee) Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back (nah) I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that? I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that (nah) See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce (repeat 2X) Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife No one can save ya - put out your lights (Chorus) (voice speaking over Chorus to end) C'mon man That ain't how you do the shit bruh Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit That ain't the shit to be fuckin with It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha Niggaz rattin and shit That ain't what's up dawg It's the big dawg Diesel Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me? |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic
How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of Presidental blowin in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play In my neighboor hood so what now got one O left u can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie I was only 14 when i droped my first deal Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Supa calafragiilistic expealidotious Chino is the dopest worken water liek moses Tadaow check my footwork its dope boi magic How it match my ice and t shirt im packin and stackn bread Duckin and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty i love dat It aint no secret just look at my 26s every time u see me Make u move like russle simmons check my possition Im the boss of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach u how birds fly Show u how gats cry trap or ya fuckin die hit it wid da soda Bring it back wid sum fia fia say OO my look what it done to me That dope boi magic got me rich as i wanna be Say OO my look what it done to me got me rich as i wanna be How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic Numba one Turn a pair of bow jackson raiders two A fresh pair of mariallen gators three Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated benz 7 grams of Presidental blowin in tha wind At 4am tha eight at nine tuch down a beautiful play In my neighboor hood so what now got one O left u can snatch it 4 the seven Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the 12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven Friday 13th but bitch this aint a movie I was only 14 when i droped my first deal Made a 2way disapear like david copperfield wala I recorded thisa 2 15 left dop boi magic we can do tha 15s When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic 4 tha last couple years i ben maken dope tracks Riden threw tha city wida A on my hat Nitty keep sum work just ask mrs Beat Say u needa hit nigga come see me Spend 20 gz i can put u in tha game My beats cost bird fare nitty got game Quick to make hit just ask JB Dope boi millionaire thats me When i drop the work in tha pot it bounce back like elastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden How u do that i call it dope boi magic I get it nine in tha mornin by night it just plastic How u do that i call it dope boi magic Im fresh ta death everyday like i jumped up out a casket How u do that i call it dope boi magic |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..) But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright) I'm talkin' 'bout 7 shots (7 shots? whooo-hoo, shit?! Boyz in da hood) The next 'round on you nigga, (Alright) hah-hah Now what I want ya'll to do (Whatcha want me to do?) Take that shit to the muthafuckin' head. Let's go [Chorus] This ballers zone, J's on my feet I'm on dat Patron, so get like me [X2] Er-er'body love me, boss so fly Niggas throw dey deuces er'time I ride by [X2] C'mon, me tell me what it do, I do it for the A' When the top drop, rock the platinum Cardier Got that Microsoft, so they call me Bill Gates Ice links around my neck, lookin' like I build gates I'm Mista Amoco, yea I got the pumps Pockets on swoll, lookin' like they got the mumps I'm 'bout my change, gotta get the riches From the look of thangs ya'll gettin' J.C. pennies Pass dat Patron, the limes' right der. Rock with it, lean with in my nik'er Wink my eye at cha bitch, now wishing now she could touch See the J's on my feet and she love the diamond cuts Fresh to death, everyday, like I jumped up outta caskets Ask Chino Dolla about that dope boi magic Connected like apartments, keep one in the cartridge Chevy seats ostrich, name in the carpet [Chorus:] I mix Patron and ever glow, I call it antifreeze Take one sip a drop off to her knees Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t Cush by the seven's I call it Mike Vic. She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick My swag so mean, anger management You call it what you want, I'm on some mo' eleven shit These niggas wanna hate, godammit we can handle it Mad 'cause I got juice, call me Tropicana bitch Joc feel good. Joc buy the bar. Catch me in the hood pimp, rollin' on a gar I plead to the Judge, I'm guilty of the charge Imma balla-holic, can't help it Imma star You see the yellow ice, you holla , oh my God! Tynna guess the price, 'bout thirty large [Chorus:] Er'body wanna know, how I do my thang? Yea I get money and I let my nutts hang Pull up to curb, cut it to the left My rims sittin' tall 'til I a dim the knee-steps I just see what I want, then I go get it. The apple jelly Chevy with peanut butter in it So don't get mad, pimp keep it cool I hang with them goons and the boys keep them tools I hustle all day, thas just how I live Stackin' them big faces, give 'em strippers dolla bills Check the dictionary for a P.I.M.P When you look it up partna, tell me who ya see? Young G, Young see, yea thas me Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's [Chorus: Repeat 2X] I'm on dat patron So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me So gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so gon on dat Patron, so get like me Get like me, get like me So gon on dat Patron, get like me |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus x2]
Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga (I'm him) Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka (I'm him) Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga (well I'm Him) Have ya ever (I'm him) Have Ya ever (I'm him) I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song. Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy? Dats absent mind, ain't nan notha chevy out here fast as mine. 26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time. I'm da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, don't get served. And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition. If ya work good, jus hold out. So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back. Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat. [Chorus x2] In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat. Now days its ya jays and bomber coke. Y'all cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons. Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me you as soft as a woman. Bitches will never know how I get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine. Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga I'm da Don round here. Now check my rapsheet, I ain't a convict, Go jail get right out, ain't dat Don shit. [Chorus x2] I know a lot of cats, real hood niggas. Some kill, some steal, some good niggas. But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me. Yung J-O-see come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D. I give ya brain freeze, I'm so raw. Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw. Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk. Ya brought it on yaself, Its yo fault. Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope? Man I hide it. [Chorus x2] |
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[Chorus: x2]
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping [Young Joc] Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that? My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!" I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk Got a b**** named Judy, with a real big booty Blue star keep a n**** riding cuji If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord I beat the block up You can hear me when I'm coming If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming [Chorus: x2] My n****s flip birds Your n****s flip burgers My n****s got work Your n****s just workers My n****s, we get heard Your n****s is unheard of My n****s murder Your n****s get murdered My n****s win n****s Your n****s get drenched My n****s play the field Your n****s ride bench My n****s is quarterbacks Your n****s just receive With a single flinch boy, your n****s retreat My n****s take the coke and they let the s*** cook Your n****s experiment with dope and get hooked Now ain't that something, let the story get told As the plot thickens and the script unfolds [Chorus: x2] I get back around three We can do it more again Message to them hater middle finger to the wind Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk Everybody know that I do it for the hood Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good Word on the street, Joc got the heat Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money My wrist gone froze Make em jump out of they clothes Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go [Chorus: x2] Ha ha ha, n**** Rookie of the year, play ya position n****, Y'all f*** boys stop ya hustling, y'all n****s know how we do it. Y'all know what it is. All the way from the motherf***ing west side to the south side n****. ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny. What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh. Rest in peace my n**** Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the Motherf***ing south side n****. College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P n****. What it is. I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up n****? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya n****. Ain't nothing but love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. B****! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next n****. And I'm outta here. |
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Yung Joc
Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Yung Joc Now you can call me tipdrill, they playing my song Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thongs When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone She love my cologne, call it perk body zone Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round" And when I make it rain, money all over the ground Fresh force ones, Sean John button down And then I'm like "oh boy, a clique fulla stars" Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars At the end of the day, when it's all said and done I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one (Chorus) Yung Joc Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) I'm like bim bam, I know you want some She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) Then I'm like bim bam, I know you want some You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I ain't never been the type to show off in the club Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of Bub, don't smoke but I got much purp Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue It's me, Ms. B. nigga, let me get you laced Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face I ain't talking cush nigga, talking a rat race So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop My bitches are superstars, so gushy you need a mop Yea (Chorus) Yung Joc I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow Got a mohawk blowin', air forces that glow (I know you see it, I know you see it) Yung Joc Inny meeny miny mo How many bitches from the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) I'm like bim bam, I know you want some She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubble yum (I know you see it, I know you see it) Ms. B. I'm like inny meeny miny mo How many niggas in the club won't go (I know you see it, I know you see it) |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
(CHORUS X2)Marques Houston
It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE ONE) This aint no love song More like a cut song You say your day was long, well tell daddy whats wrong Imma tell you one time -- just relax and unwind Whisper sweet nothin's now you blushing, chills down your spine Oh yea you hot and temptin' Oh no not pretty ricky But when you grind on me Imma leave you hot and drippin Slip in those satin sheets Now go and roll over Oh yea its up and down motions like a rollercoaster I sees you up on top You all on my jock Imma do it nonstop, until your cherry pop Imma keep goin' and goin', the energizer bunn (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE TWO) Wont you let me introduce ya to thug karmasutra This aint no lovey dovey (nah) but watch how i seduce ya Girl im the man, i- i- im the man I push the right buttons and the sex on demand Oh yea i like it slow Baby be easy Ooo, watch ya teeth Baby be easy Tell me your biggest secrets, tell me all the dirt You smell like peaches, must bath & body works Love the way your body work, imma make your body rock Once you climax, you feel the aftershock (i know i got you hooked on this lovin' Dont get it twisted, we just cutin' baby) (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware (VERSE THREE) Yea i know i know, i still yo lips is so soft But i gotta go, lets hit the shower baby, its time to rinse off I'll wash yours, you wash mine, i adore it the first time I blew yours, you blew mines, sometimes i'll drop you a line But look dont tell nobody, just keep it on the low Not your best friend, not your cousin, nobodys gotta know I know it sounds crazy, but thats just how it is Yung J-O-C, long live, long live (CHORUS X2)Marques Houston It aint nothin' like the first time Im tryna tell you i can blow ya mind Baby if i touch you here or kiss you there Gonna fall in love shorty, ya best beware |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Chorus: x2]
Yea, I been there I done that Knock the pussy out, now she running back So I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out I knock the pussy out Knock it out, knock it out First thing first, I likin' all kinda hoes Some go to school, some dance with no clothes Mama name me Joc 'cause I do the damn thing When I throw the dick they come back like boomerangs Beat the pussy up like a ole beat machine Oop, there it is, bring a friend, tag team Then I beat 'em up like the woofers in my vert I give her Tylenol 'cause she say her jaws hurt Need a chick like Trina, make her dreams come true Baby when I cum, guarantee you cum too And like big 6, the dick hypnotize minds I put that on my mama baby if you think I'm lyin' [Bridge] Lil mama I'ma (beat it up) All night I'ma (beat it up) That mouth, I'ma (beat it up) That back, I'ma (beat it up) That's right I've [Chorus: x2] 1 + 1, then that equals two Bitches on deck, one for me and one for you Just the way I like, straight A-Town Meet me in the room, guarantee it go down Yea, your baby daddy mad, you woulda spilled the beans Don't get mad 'cause she on my drill team I turn virgins into sex fiends I turn nightmares into wet dreams Make a jookbox wet, make her think she on her cycle Hit her from the back, then I grab her by the micros Make her touch her toes til her knees turn weak Neighbors complain 'cause they say they can't sleep [Bridge] [Chorus: x2] When it's time for round three, strap on another glove T.K.O, now the hoe all in love She love to call me Tyson when I nibble on her ear I hit her wit a combo, now she call me Holyfield I know it sound vulgar but that's the way she like it Got the worlds biggest (shhh), don't matter, just don't bite it No I'm not conceited but see I keep it trill Playboys shout it, Mr Black and decradrill Yea your girl say my name, please don't take offense Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit I don't think it's worth it if you really want the truth Cause at this phrase in time she givin' brain in the houpe [Bridge] [Chorus: x2] [Bridge: x2] |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City (2006)
[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby [Yung Joc] I hear ya Daddy [Chorus: x 2] I'm choppin 24's Blowin good dro Yeah, I got plenty Hoes Life ain't picture perfect Yeah ya see the ice And I dress nice Make 'em look twice Life ain't picture perfect Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime Skatin on two 85's Wouldn't believe half the shit that's skatin through a niggas mind 745 complimented with leather and wood Chickens on my dick 'cause a nigga fresh and smellin good Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all Harder to maintain it all If you want a perfect picture only god can paint it dog Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects Can't even get credit cards And they Momma stay in projects How is that? Scratch my head Somethin don't seem right Ya teeth full of ice So when ya smile I seen lights Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts I ain't feelin' to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back Now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks 'Cause everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook [Chorus: x 2] Yeah I'm off in magic city Trickin them ass and titties Bitches blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down But I ain't fuckin around 'cause there is too much shit goin around Like the rims on my pickup Scared to get my dick sucked Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup Pick up the pieces from the fuckin puzzle I'm affiliated with niggas who murder, rob and hustle Plus you think I'm ballin 'cause I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga steve Nigga please, I ain't shit Cookies and cream Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream [Chorus: x 2] Now half the shit ya doin already been done And that's why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways Niggas trap all night in project hallways All day long niggas front like stars On them big ass rims that most than they cars Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound like it from begging to end Then again it might be me And I'm tired of the nonsense Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience [Chorus: x 2] [Background:] can't you see? [over and over until it fades out] |
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from T-Pain - Epiphany (2007)
Baby girl whats yo name
Let me talk to you lemme buy u a drank I'm T pain you know me konvict music nappy boy ooo wee I know the club close at three whats the chances of u rollin with me back to the crib show u how i live lets get drunk forget what we did imma buy you a drank ooo wee imma take you home with me i got money in the bank shorty what you think bout that find me in the gray Cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh talk to me I talk back lets talk money I talk that crunk juice bottles oakley shades shawty got class oh behave lets get gone walk it out now walk it out just like that thats what im talkin 'bout we gon' have fun you gon' see on that patrone you should get like me i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that find me in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh Wont you meet me at the bar respect big pimpin tell me how you feel mama tell me what you sippin a certified dime piece deserved louie one three 150 a shot three for you and three for me i'm checking your body language I love the conversation and when you lick your lips I get a tingly sensation now we're both 'bout tipsy you say you're in the mood all I need is 'bout an hour better yet maybe two lemme tell you how I live ferrari switch gears when I whisper in your ear your legs hit the chandilleer passion fruit and sex all in the atmosphere i'ma let t pain sing so he can make it clear i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself let's get gone walk it out now walk it think about it awww snap now rock rock rock rock you can do it all by yourself i'ma buy you a drink ooo wee oohh i'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank shawty what you think 'bout that ill be in the grey cadillac we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh we in the bed like oh oh oh oh oh |
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from Norbit (노르빗) by David Newman [ost] (2007)
This a nitty beat
Here we go again Ghettoville U S A You know I got by the name nitty right I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right Dis nigga go by the name of jock He resides in collegepark But for right now what we gotta do for y'all We gotta give y'all a hit Niggaz in my face Damn near er' day Askin a million questions like Jock where ya stay Tell 'em collegepark Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone jays on my feet I'm on that patron so get like me 69 cutlass wit the bucket seat Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama nice ass nice brain Er'body love me I'm so fly Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Verse numba 2 do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope boi magic seven days a week Numba one record long as nitty on the beat Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggaz know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Time to set it off let these nigga know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors I ride real slow no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye Ask 'em how I know its me surprise Put it in the air rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Meet me in the trap its goin down Meet me in the mall its goin down Meet me in the club its goin down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down Yung Joc Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker |
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from Yung Joc - New Joc City [Explicit Version] (2006)
This a nitty beatHere we go againGhettoville U S AYou know I got by the namenitty rightI gotta introduce you toanother motherfuckerout my squad rightDis nigga go by the name of jockHe resides in collegeparkBut for rightnow what we gotta do for y'allWe gotta give y'all a hitNiggaz in my faceDamn near er' dayAskin a million questions likeJock where ya stayTell 'em collegeparkWhere they chop carsEat 20 grand spend agrand at the barJest bought a zone jays on my feetI'm on that patron so get like me69 cutlass wit the bucket seatBeat in my trunkbought it just for the freaksCatch me in the hoodposted at the stoPistol in mylap on the phone countin doughIf a girl chooselet her do her thangJust like her mamanice ass nice brainEr'body love me I'm so flyNiggaz throw the duces er'timeI ride byI know ya wonder whyI'm so coolDon't ask me just do what cha doMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downVerse numba 2 do the damn thangCubes on my neckpockets full of ben frankWhen I'm in the mallhoes just pauseI pop a few tagsgive me that on the wallTime to flip the workmake the block bumpBoys from the hoodcall me black Donald TrumpDope boi magic seven days a weekNumba onerecord long as nitty on the beatOh I thank they like mebetta yet I knowLights camera actionwhen I walk through the doorNiggaz know my crewwe certified starsValet in the front 'bout 35 carsBitches in the backBlack beamer coupsGirls like girls time to recruitIf ya got a problem say it to my faceWe can knuckle up any time any placeMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downTime to set it offlet these nigga knowHave ya every seen aChevy wit the butterfly doorsI ride real slow no need to speedGotta make sure yasee the buckets on my feetFeds on my trailbut they don't thank I knowI keep my hands cleancuz I never touch dopeEvery time I see 'emlook 'em in the eyeAsk 'em how I know its me surprisePut it in the air rep where ya stayTake a step backblow the kush in they faceStuntin is a habitlet 'em see the karatsI'ma make it rain niggaI ain't scared to share itMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downMeet me in the trap its goin downMeet me in the mall its goin downMeet me in the club its goin downAny where yameet me guaranteed to go downYung JocNitty strikes againThis a Nitty beatPlaymaker
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