8Ball

*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's
your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

*Repeat

See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can't get close to me
Now who you 'posed to be?
Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

*Repeat (x2)

Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

*Repeat (x4)

[Too Short talking in background]

It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South
Let's walk!

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

We represent Memphis, 'Sippi
And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer
Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype
No cut or no arm 'n' hammer

Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole
Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow
So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch!

We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist
Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips
Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss
And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift

Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set
Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net
Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest
If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch!

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Now we can get it buck in da club
With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain
Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang
Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me
Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat

Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight
Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight
Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard
Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered

I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner
Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave
'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist
You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit
Kids don't count when you buck back too hard
Get ready to finish anything that you start

Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown
I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town
Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips
Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip

Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip
Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip
I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume
Never been a trick, neva eva played

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch
Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch

Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga
South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch

This hot shit by David Banner
You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga
I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga
You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea

(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches
No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes
Get Some Money Hoe Why You Wanna Watch Mine
Ain't No Tellin' What I'm Gon' Be Drivin Next Time
Seven Figga Nigga We Don't Buy The Bar No Mo
Pull Up The Paper Work Tell The Owner He Can Go
Walk Like a Pimp Bitch
Talk Like a Soldier
I Got New York Niggas Candy Paintin Up They Rovers
It Say 200 But It Go a Little Over
Not The Corvette The Ferrari Testarossa
We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice
Pick Em Up
Shake Em Twice
Get Em Girl
Look I'm Nice
I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On
I Might Be Goin' In When Pimp C Get Home
If You Don't Like Me Say It to My Face
Just Because I Caught a Case Don't Mean You Can't Be Erased

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(Bun B)
You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US
From North To The South East Mid To The West
Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me
They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G'
A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted
Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It
Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3
Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees
My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath
By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left
When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents
There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent
Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please
Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First
Mothaf**kin' Sale
I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun
If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(MJG)
They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That
I'm Packin' Some Weight And
They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas
They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What
Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn
And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho
They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb
You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track
I'm About To Pull a Bun
And Bust A F**kin' Cap

(8 Ball)
All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches
And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas Some Bitches
Undercover Groupie Niggas Want Them Stop And Plead
For The Last Time I Don't Smoke Regular Weed
It Don't Matter Where We At Man
We Firin It Up
Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us
Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth
And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face