40 - Do It To Me - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Do It To Me
Artist: E
Composer(s): Vernon Burch, Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Trevor Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Charlie hust', busta bust', let's do it
He, he, he, he, flip mode, sic-wid-it
You know what's best for you, you better get widdit

I heard him talkin' but then he walkin', now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin' this kinda street chemistry
(Hell yeah)

I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin' to make it, it's all oh's

Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin' in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
Although I never owned a guitar
I, uh I'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla

Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin'
And smockin' hickory, on the porch one time
When I came up with this line, I was perkin'
Off of some of that Carlos Rossi wine, what cha playa patnah got

Flows, like a Latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin' and screamin' causin' contractions at my
Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any applicable age from dookie braids to Suki braids, deal widdit

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Check it out yo, do it to me I'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me I stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together

Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs will bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned

No need for you to keep stalkin', hell but what you talkin'
Have you dusted like a zombie lookin' straight Christopher walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and E-40
About these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin' for me

You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin' how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

We doin' this to blow through it till you suffocate, losin' your breath
Till you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay, you know we do it to keep you flippin', do it for whylin'
Doin' it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin'

Do it for the love affair because I'm lovin' it
When we clubbin' all you hear is the live DJ rubbin' it
Runnin' it all into the ground, doin' it for days
Do it for money, know I gotta keep my bills paid

My reals be pokin' and stickin' out like nipples
The felines, be lookin' at us like we some Popsicles
Busta rhyzimes and Charlie hustle or should I say fonzarelli
Poppin' they collars and workin' they star jelly

Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
Shove, forgot my gun but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to me
(We go do it, do it, do it)

Do it to me baby, do it to me
(Do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
(We go do it, do it, do it)

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Snap Yo Fingers - Lyrics - Lil' Jon

Title: Snap Yo Fingers
Artist: Lil' Jon
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Alphonzo J Bailey, Sean Paul Joseph, Earl T Stevens

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Lyric:
What's happenin'? Hey, dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik!
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'?
Hey, now ladies and gentlemen, it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out, now let me see everybody do this
Hey, let's go

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon' drop wit it
Do a step wit it, put your hips wit it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it

You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up, got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up, got Patrone in my cup

I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha go
Don't know how tha hell I'm gettin' home

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
'Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some rossa, dyin' off Patrone
VIP style, strapped wit my chrome

Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move

Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumm
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how it's done
I ask shawty 'What they call it?', she said 'Tha Pool Palace
Straight from Bankhead', I said, 'You good at it'

Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nuthin' to a boss, I can do tha shit too

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Chillin' in tha bip, yeah, we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let 'em know we in here, yeah

Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol' school, 'cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah, I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock

Reppin' my block straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this

Yeah, I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2, step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
And if you ain't know this how it goes down

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay

Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Let me see you do it, ay
Let me see you do it, ay
Hey, hey

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Big Things Poppin' (Do It) - Lyrics - T.I.

Title: Big Things Poppin' (Do It)
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it

Hey, hey, hey, big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin?s not an option

Now do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin?s not an option

Now do it to the maximum, take it while you askin' 'em
Don't listen to them suckas when they say you too irrational
I said I was "King" and them lames started laughin' and
Same suckas now want the King on a track with 'em

I composed several classicals, you know like "Top Back"
"Dope Boy", "Bring 'Em Out", and "What You Know About That"
Now they ask how I talk, what you know about that?
Dominated '06, now I'm goin' right back, do it

See me rain hell, I just showed you like that
Even Denzel say, "Damn, I ain't know it like that"
Yeah, still Bankhead, you can tell
Ain't nothin' changed but the name on the mail

I still kick in doors with them thangs in the air
Up in Benihana's, see me slang in the chair
I will slang ****, no such thing as a jail
Say you need a hundred squares? It just came off the scale

Let's do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin?s not an option

Now do it like a ball player, where you see me ball at?
Stacks tall as ball players, from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale
Arizona, California, you make it rain anywhere

Pullin' out in public shawty, who you think you fin' to scare?
I send 'em missiles that'll have you goin' in your underwear
I tote a pair of 40's on me so you better tone it down
Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin' down

A-Town, West Side, clubs where you'll catch me
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be
Jackers lie, say they caught me slippin', how could that be?
I'm something like a stalker, I be e'rywhere the strap be

The trap be, jumpin' with them hundred dollar slabs
If I want it *****, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell 'em all, double down, ***** do the math
Think I won't pull up in something with 200 on the dash?

Yeah I do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin?s not an option

Now I do it like I wanna do it, do it right in front of you
Real ***** vision pimpin', I ain't seein' none of you
I do it for my ***** Phil's daughter and his mama too
I do it for my oldest sons and their grandmama too

Do it for my daughters and my youngest son's mama who
Go buy what she want because she know it ain't a problem to
You do something to them and to you I'll bring the drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two

I do it for my partners, go make sure them ****** stuntin' too
We do it with them choppers, ain't no problem, where you runnin' to?
We do it for the block, that why ain't nobody stoppin' me
I do it for my pop and my cousins too, they watchin' me

I did it nonstop, now see how these rappers copy me?
I made it from the bottom to the top where I oughta be
Who do it did good and do it did fresh
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

Hey I'ma do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Big things poppin' and little things stoppin'
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin?s not an option
Now do it

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Big Shit Poppin' - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Big Shit Poppin'
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it
Whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it

Hey, hey, hey, big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now do it to the maximum, take it while you askin' 'em
Don't listen to them suckers when they say you too irrational
I said I was "King" and them lames started laughin' and
Same suckers now want the King on a track with 'em

I composed several classicals, you know like "Top Back"
"Dope Boy", "Bring 'Em Out", and "What You Know About That"
Now they ask how I talk, what you know about that?
Dominated '06, now I'm goin' right back, do it

See me rain hell, I just showed you like that
Even Denzel say, "Damn, I ain't know it like that"
Nigga yeah, still Bankhead, you can tell
Ain't nothin' changed but the name on the mail

I still kick in doors with them thangs in the air
Up in Benihana's, see me slang in the chair
I will slang 'caine, no such thing as a jail
Say you need a hundred squares? It just came off the scale

Let's do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now do it like a ball player, where you see me ball at?
Stacks tall as ball players, from the stage to the air
Whether in Miami, Cincinnati, or the Riverdale
Arizona, California, you make it rain anywhere

Pullin' out that pistol nigga, who you think you fin' to scare?
Twenty rounds of missiles'll have you pissin' in your underwear
I tote about 40 cal so you better tone it down
Or I suggest you just prepare yourself for when it goin' down

A-Town, West Side, clubs where you'll catch me
Right up at the top where Big Kuntry, Dro, and Mack be
Jackers lie, say they caught me slippin', how could that be?
I'm something like a stalker, I be e'rywhere the strap be

The trap be, jumpin' with them hundred dollar slabs
If I want it nigga, I could get a hundred on the tab
Sell 'em all, double down, nigga do the math
Think I won't pull up in something with 200 on the dash?

Yeah I do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option

Now I do it like I wanna do it, do that shit in front of you
Real nigga vision pimpin', I ain't seein' none of you
I do it for my nigga Phil's daughter and his mama too
I do it for my oldest sons and their grandmama too

Do it for my daughters and my youngest son's mama who
Go buy what she want because she know it ain't a problem to
You do something to them and to you I'll bring the drama to
You do it for a day or so, we do it for a month or two

I do it for my partners, go make sure them niggas stuntin' too
We do it with them choppers, ain't no problem, where you runnin' to?
We do it for the block, that why ain't nobody stoppin' me
I do it for my pop and my cousins too, they watchin' me

I did it nonstop, now see how these niggas copy me?
I made it from the bottom to the top where I oughta be
Who do it did good and do it did fresh
No matter what I do you know I do it to death

Hey I'ma do it, you better do it, you better do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, cuz I'ma do it, cuz I'ma do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you know we do it, you know we do it
Hey whatchu waitin' for?
Do it, you better do it, you better do it

Now let me hear ya say big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Big shit poppin' and little shit stoppin'
Ball on these niggas, bein' broke is not an option
Now do it

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This Is What We Do - Lyrics - Enter The Dru - Dru Hill

Title: This Is What We Do
Album: Enter The Dru
Artist: Dru Hill
Composer(s): James Carter, James E Green, Tamir Ruffin, Mark Andrews, Luiz Bonfa, Antonio Maria, Larry Anthony

Lyric:
Yeah baby, hey yeah yeah
And you know said, you know
Said you know, said you know
Babe yeah

So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
'Cuz that's how we do it

Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
'Cuz your handle bars ain't little
Makes me wanna
(Y'all ain't ready)

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West, can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out

But if you say you with me, show you with me
You're so pretty, you stay shitty
Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, 'cuz that's how we do it tonight

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers

Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
What's goin' down?

In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin' your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello
Romeo, who like his women on the same level

Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now I'm relaxing like Pa, now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion or the smashin'

Honey come on over here, I [unverified] be cold
Throw them panties over there, you won't need those
You talk like sex, you walk like sex
Ya smell like sex, ya yell like sex

And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my [unverified] hit the [unverified], ahh, shit

I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now
Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style

This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take 'em blind, crimp 'em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me don't ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right, will you make it last all night
(Woody)
If I move it up and down, will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out, will it make you scream and shout

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah, show me what to do

I keep it movin'
Givin' it to you
'Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
...

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40 - It'S Pimpin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - It'S Pimpin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens, R Scott

Lyric:
(What is it?)
It's pimpin, what (what is it?)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

Tryin to have a stable full of, gregarious, clear bitches
Professional wonderful ladies of leisure, merrylicious
That'll get undressed at the drop of a dime at my request
And believe that, everyrythang I tell her to do is for the best
Hoe you in violation, you in the red, wait a minute hoe
You mean to tell me you tryin to jump camp
After a big ol' player like me done buttered yo' bread?
You free to go, I ain't gon' tell you no mo'
I told you twice, you'll be back cause you need, pimpin in yo' life
That's how you gotta get at these broads, you gotta check 'em
Man a hoe'll walk all over ya if you let 'em
I give her a Chinese name (what?) Won Gone
Then I stab out, with my ham sandwich, Fleetwood Brougham
Break a bitch, pimp shit, L-R-P's
Long Range Pimpin hoe, overseas
Whites blacks Filipinos, viet-ma-nese
Atlantic City, Vegas, Reno nigga please believe

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

She was a baby (baby) she was lame (lame)
Til I turned her out, now she's pussy trained
Pussy trained, not potty trained, but pussy trained
Pimpin you hard, you got some game
This one of the ones, I like this knock
Who did the beat? My nigga Rik Rok
He a fool - that shit on hit
You know what this remind me of? Some of that Dr. Dre shit
Blarin, imagine that shit on blast
At the Arco station after the club, pumpin some gas

(Wait a minute, waithey hold up ba-ba-bump-bump
Ba-ba-bump-ah Baby ay sweetie! Ay look here baby
Underdig this, ya underdig? Ay look here
You need to get with a boss, tell that day old seven to get lost
Yeah, cause all he gon' is damage you
All I wanna do is manage you)

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

She said just take me out to the pimp pic-nic
I'm a put it down for you
Represent that Sic'Wid'It
Whatever you want me to do
She loves me (loves me) she loves me not (loves me not)
As far as family, I'm all she got (all she got)
Pimpin and panderin, handlin these hoes
Penitentiary chancin it with these hoes
Checkin the track, collectin my scratch, and slammin Cadillac doors
Countin my stack, spat to them straps
Directin the mannerisms of these hoes
Ready for war, never too to', with Taylor shoes on my toes
Sickin my beotches on these rappers cause they be payin these hoes

It's pimpin with me, what is it with you?
Bitch hit the strip and do what you do
(Pay attention to me, and stay on the track)
(I'll be right back, when I be right back)

(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin) all day, everyday, that 40 play
But he say, she say, beotch! That-a-way
(It's pimpin)

F'real f'real nigga, I bet you that
I see a bitch nigga I bump the fattest bitch in the club
Nigga bout my pimpin nigga, I give a fuck and a half
I refuse to be livin under a bridge an'
Pushin some motherfuckin grocery baskets pimpin
Y'knahmean? (Cause it ain't in a bitch beauty
It's in her duty mayne, youknahmsayin?)
Please believe that (Yeah a real pimp'll
Put a wig on a pig mayne, I mean so fat)
Fo'shiggidy
Hey nigga hey nigga doe I'm just curious doe pimpin
Hey man straight up how many hoes you got doe f'real?
(Man I'm six deep with no sleep man
I mean fat knees, to clackin they toes
A tappin, I'm bout a pimp smackin
I don't do nuttin but finesse rest and dress man
And let these bitches do the rest, y'knahmean?)
Fo'shiggidy (I pimp SO fat)
That is the best game I can smell pimpin
I promise you, it don't get no better mayne
(I mean, I used to do this since way back when man
I didn't even have a car, I used to have a swing man
And I'll put a bitch on the fifteen gurney in a hurry man
And tell that bitch, that-a-way!)
It's pimpin to me
(It's pimpin )
(It's pimpin!)

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40 - To Da Beat - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - To Da Beat
Artist: E
Composer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh
(To da beat)
Ooh ooh
(To da beat)
Wake dey ass up, check it
Beotch ooh
(To da beat)

She hit me on my locker, I was off that tropicana
Orange juice and absolut vodka
(To da beat)
Smokin' on a beadie, chasin' it with a fat strike in my
Fresh off the showroom flexing 32 valve North star Caddy
(To da beat)

Gettin' it cricket, slangin' 'em sideways, walkin' up the streets
Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin' vogues
(To da beat)
Flamboastin', high sidin', turnin' heads, rewindin'
Ain't had the car but two weeks and already need a wheel alignment
(To da beat)

See us bay Negroes is nigger ain't give a fuck
Flip a spankin' new vehicle, tear it up
(To da beat)
We play mind games with tizzy airhead ass hoes, make 'em
Buy us things like diamond ear-rhings and clothes, a, uhh
(To da beat)

P I M P, come V I inch up bitch and pay me
Hoe, ahh pay me uh no attention
(To da beat)
These are the things that you need to know
But just remember Charlie Hustle always told you so
(To da beat)

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Ah-cho-ah-chokin' on some burner, in my little deuce, white interior
Smoke gray exterior, convertible rag top hummer
(To da beat)
Little homey ain't but sixteen years and a millionaire
Sittin' on somethin' clever talkin' about, 40 water can you help me out?
Can you give me some kind of advice
'Cause I ain't tryin' to be up in this bitch forever?
(To da beat)

Told all my motherfuckers to try to wash they monies
And make some kind of good out of bad, buy you a couple offixer uppers
Shit it ain't gotta be no brand new Caddy
(To da beat)
Use da dope game as a stepping stone, let your little sister run it
Turn one of the fixer-uppers into a care home, I'da done it
(To da beat)

Where I'm from, Vallejo California born and raised in crew
We got the highest paid police force, look what they do
(To da beat)
Too busy tryin' to scrutinize and slander me
As much as I done did for the community
(To da beat)

Do me a favor why don't you go out of state and go visit
Some of your family members down South and mention Vallejo
And I bet the first thing that come up out their mouth
Is Earl Stevens and Danell, bump this shit 'til your tape break
And you're a bitch if you didn't buy my last tape, Beotch

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Sahsinister shit, for you to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh huh, aight, then let me guide you into my world
(To da beat)
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
Listen up, we's 'bout to get on turbans, boom boom
(To da beat)

Woofers in the back boom boom! Niggaz and bitches talkin' 'bout
Did you hear that nigga 40 water new shit?
That nigga got the slack!
(To da beat)
You can pat that nigga down with a metal detector
And still not have a clue
Fools be slidin' up in parties on crutches
Limpin', with a derringer in his shoe
(To da beat)

Fuck a Cuban cigar, give me a black and mild
Then watch me tear up a brand new hundred dollar bill
And throw it in the crowd
(To da beat)
I don't need no iron, I'm already crisp
(Whatchu got, whatchu got, whatchu got)
I don't need no money, I got mouthpiece
(To da beat)

Closed mouth tank get fed, dude what you talkin' here, what
All of a sudden you got amnesia nigga
I know you didn't forget who buttered your bread
(To da beat)
Old money but new game playboy and it ain't recycled
I ain't to be toyed with, so don't call me Tyko
(To da beat)

A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat y'all

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

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Copa - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Copa
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, David Nathaniel West

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
We got De La up in the house tonight
They just walked up in here
We gon' see if they can come up here
And do a lil' somethin' for us

Yo, it's star studded in here
I'm on the moon like the first man
First can I grab? Is gon' get it
She all independent but want her throat wetted

Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night, in dream
Bubbles I fiend to see double
So I sip until my bladder bust

You in V.I.P., so why you mad at us?
By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin'
Gettin' my Fred Astaire on, follow my lead girl

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha-cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

For all my niggaz runnin' around like the mothership landed
Or is it because there's some others who handed
Their daughters over to the night life?
Yes, we tryin' to find a night wife to get wit

Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft
I get the first pick, run this easily
[Incomprehensible] rule like D, Joey and Jay
Around the way, we're goin'
But first tell all these women who ain't knowin'

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Yo, I talk no shame upon this
I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout
Who's actin' all cute and out of position, while I'm wishin'
To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper
Puttin' in work to make it last proper

Ninety percent of the time is on my mind frame
So I'm game to reign up to par
While my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded
Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded

We like Navy Seals lookin' for the gold
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin' with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served

Got nerve to think less
You can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin' up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real, real

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

You see you hopeless up in the spot
Talkin' a lot of champagne taste holdin' 40 ounce pockets
Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year
We gon' drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it

Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it
Makin' my main man poke like Trakmasterz
Blazin'-trail, we Portland to Norton
'Honeymoon', flicks don't exist in this

I sip a little left to twist spines together
Vertical hold, we gon' combine together
Even if we spill the love
We got compliments up at the front door

Just tell 'em Dullah sent ya
Thirty minute Tae Bo shit's, how I bench ya
All on a Saturday night, step to life

I love the way Sally walk
Bow legged in a two piece steel
We live in New York
We live in New York

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga, uh-huh

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha
Just like we at the Copa, Cabanga

Me and you come over
We do it like the cha cha

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This Is How We Do It - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: This Is How We Do It
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Willie Clarke, Oji Pierce, Ricky Walters, Montell Jordan

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Lyric:
This is how we do it
(This is how we do it)
La ra ra ra ra ra
La ra ra ra ra ra
(This is how we do it)
La ra ra ra ra ra

This is how we do it, it's Friday night and I feel all right
The party is here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck

Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honey's in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and my guys in Kani

All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is how we do it)

To all my neighbors, you got much flavor
(This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back
(This is how we do it)

This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been good to me ever since I was a lower-case G

But now I'm a big G, the girls see I got the money
A hundred-dollar bills, y'all
If you were from where I'm from then you would know
That I gotta get mine in a big black truck

You can get yours in a '64
Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is how we do it)

To all my neighbors, you got much flavor
(This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back
(This is how we do it)

I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does
(This is how we do it)

YNV, SCC, all my homies
(This is how we do it)
I'll never come back on an old school track
(This is how we do it)

Check it out, oh, I'm buzzed and because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is how we do it)

To all my neighbors, you got much flavor
(This is how we do it)
I'll never come back on an old school track
(This is how we do it)

I'm kinda buzzed, it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does, nobody does
(This is how we do it)

Oh, it's party time
(This is how we do it)
Straight up coming from the west side
(This is how we do it)

Oh, she's got the flavor, yeah
(This is how we do it)
And Monty doesn't like nobody
(This is how we do it)

Come on now

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8 Minutes To Sunrise - Lyrics - Common

Title: 8 Minutes To Sunrise
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Jill Scott, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
[Unverified] y'all, yo they got us on the run, like

8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left, can't go right
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate

Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him a while ago
(When?)
'Cause dude'll drink a pile of Mo' and defile her yo

I ain't here to start on this nigga, for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this nigga
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck

So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough
If that wasn't enough, old girl had his son
This is Wild like the West I'm like Jesse on the run, uhh

6 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

I understand that time is runnin' out, I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight, thinkin' of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's

His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki
(When?)
'Round four, when she was comin' she would beep me

I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized
(Who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay out of sight I tried

Told Jill Scott to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some nobody's supposed to be here, shit like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, shit I don't even got a watch
Felt for my glock, dammit I don't even got a glock, yo

4 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon)
3 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure's cookin'
It ain't good lookin', like a black promoter I'm talkin' bookin'
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whup him
But he was on the horn informin' the rest of them hoodlums
(Aight)

Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman, old girl had a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line, "Come get me
From Halsted", I'm thinkin' this is monkey bar, shit

Went to the phone quick, called her, her line was busy
(What happened?)
Situation number nine, got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I've been drinkin' too strong to be thinkin' too long

Like 40 goin' North I'm doin' 50, headed for the spot
Askin' God to be with me, and lately
She has been actin' shifty
(But what?)
But then it hit me, it hit me
(Hit me, hit me)
It hit me, it hit me
(Hit me)

2 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(Yo, I said I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, nope)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
1 minute to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(One one, one ha?)

1 minute, one, one
(We got, we got)
1 minute, one, one
(Ahh shit, we got)

1 minute, one, one
(What we got girl?)
1 minute, now, now
(Baby, com sense on the run)

1 minute, one
(Com sense on the run)
1 minute
(Just got on the run, just got on the run)

Com sense on the run, com sense on the run
Just got on the run, just got on the run
They got us on the run like, they got us on the run

They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
Uhh, yo, they got us on the run
They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
And we out

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I Got Five On It - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got Five On It
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It - Lyrics - Da Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It
Artist: Da Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It (Reprise) - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It (Reprise)
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

Play the MP3 online for free!

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