Balla Baby (Remix) - Lyrics - Chingy

Title: Balla Baby (Remix)
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
You know the definition of a balla
Uh hu that's me
C H I N G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Girl I know you do the nasty nasty
I could tell when ya when ya walked past me past me
In your prada lookin' flashy
Errthing on your mind just ask me
I know my errelated stuff da wasky wabbit
Carrots all in the dezzy, it's a habit uh wurrs my cash
Outside I gotta Benz and Jag both sittin' on chrome

Is she down for gettin' dirty with a get it boy
All I need is one night just to hit it boy
After the club we can check in at a five star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin' in your belly
What's your name Sheena
Ah thought you was Shelly
Don't matta four o'clock, just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must be thick that's where ya get your back from

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Now I know we keep it crackin' ask 'em and brit what's up
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin' wit V I P
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds
That I get from Rob Jewels
We been in the spot maan hang up flirtin'
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin'

All I know is money cash hoes like J
And I got all three no I don't play don't play
Chicks call me Drama King like Kayslay
'Cause in the bed I bring it yeah night and day
Lettin' rounds off in 'em like an ak
You leavin' wit me tell me
Is it free or do I have to pay, what you say

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby, baby, baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

I like em black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese or even Asian okay
Don't matter what color on this occasion, fo sho
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin'
Instead of God it's me these girls praisin'
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in

I'm a pimp, I'm a keep on playin'
You know I love 'em for that one night, one night
I could take on ten with my one pipe, one pipe
Knock 'em all like a bowlin' pin on site, on site
Make 'em soak, change a girl, look herre
You better get your mind right, 'cause

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you, a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo ooh

Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo
Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo

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Balla Baby - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Balla Baby
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
You know the definition of a balla
Uh hu that's me
C H I N G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Girl I know you do the nasty nasty
I could tell when ya when ya walked past me past me
In your prada lookin' flashy
Errthing on your mind just ask me
I know my errelated stuff da wasky wabbit
Carrots all in the dezzy, it's a habit uh wurrs my cash
Outside I gotta Benz and Jag both sittin' on chrome

Is she down for gettin' dirty with a get it boy
All I need is one night just to hit it boy
After the club we can check in at a five star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin' in your belly
What's your name Sheena
Ah thought you was Shelly
Don't matta four o'clock, just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must be thick that's where ya get your back from

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Now I know we keep it crackin' ask 'em and brit what's up
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin' wit V I P
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds
That I get from Rob Jewels
We been in the spot maan hang up flirtin'
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin'

All I know is money cash hoes like J
And I got all three no I don't play don't play
Chicks call me Drama King like Kayslay
'Cause in the bed I bring it yeah night and day
Lettin' rounds off in 'em like an ak
You leavin' wit me tell me
Is it free or do I have to pay, what you say

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby, baby, baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

I like em black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese or even Asian okay
Don't matter what color on this occasion, fo sho
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin'
Instead of God it's me these girls praisin'
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in

I'm a pimp, I'm a keep on playin'
You know I love 'em for that one night, one night
I could take on ten with my one pipe, one pipe
Knock 'em all like a bowlin' pin on site, on site
Make 'em soak, change a girl, look herre
You better get your mind right, 'cause

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you, a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo ooh

Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo
Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo

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Balla Baby (Remix - Bonus Track) - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: Balla Baby (Remix - Bonus Track)
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
You know the definition of a balla
Uh hu that's me
C H I N G to the Y
Let me explain it to you though

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Girl I know you do the nasty nasty
I could tell when ya when ya walked past me past me
In your prada lookin' flashy
Errthing on your mind just ask me
I know my errelated stuff da wasky wabbit
Carrots all in the dezzy, it's a habit uh wurrs my cash
Outside I gotta Benz and Jag both sittin' on chrome

Is she down for gettin' dirty with a get it boy
All I need is one night just to hit it boy
After the club we can check in at a five star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin' in your belly
What's your name Sheena
Ah thought you was Shelly
Don't matta four o'clock, just be ready
Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma
Must be thick that's where ya get your back from

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

Now I know we keep it crackin' ask 'em and brit what's up
The girls on us so dirty who you rollin' wit V I P
From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou Lou
Them chicks love the diamonds
That I get from Rob Jewels
We been in the spot maan hang up flirtin'
We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin'

All I know is money cash hoes like J
And I got all three no I don't play don't play
Chicks call me Drama King like Kayslay
'Cause in the bed I bring it yeah night and day
Lettin' rounds off in 'em like an ak
You leavin' wit me tell me
Is it free or do I have to pay, what you say

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby, baby, baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo

I like em black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
Like Japanese, Chinese or even Asian okay
Don't matter what color on this occasion, fo sho
Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin'
Instead of God it's me these girls praisin'
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn
5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in

I'm a pimp, I'm a keep on playin'
You know I love 'em for that one night, one night
I could take on ten with my one pipe, one pipe
Knock 'em all like a bowlin' pin on site, on site
Make 'em soak, change a girl, look herre
You better get your mind right, 'cause

I'm a balla say what high roller baby baby baby baby
Shot caller that's right ain't nobody gets crazy
Drive em crazy dirty like me
You a hater you, a hater, why you tryin' to play me?
I don't think he know
Fake player, fake player
Ain't nobody hatin' hey, I'm a balla for real, ooh hoo ooh

Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo
Ain't nobody gettin' it like me ooh, ooh
Ooh ooh hoo
Ooh ooh hoo

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Stop - Lyrics - Playin' with Fire - Natasha Thomas

Title: Stop
Album: Playin' with Fire
Artist: Natasha Thomas
Composer(s): Andrew Love, Taan Newjam, Ernest Newsky

Lyric:
No matter what anyone says to you
You gotta be the one who makes up your own mind
'Cause you're the only one who really knows what's up
What's for real, you know, it's your choice, baby
Here we go, it's the story about me and you, that's right

When we were younger, growin' up together, we would talk
We'd share our problems and we'd call each other after dark
And you would tell me that she left you with a broken heart again

I'd lie awake and I'd imagine I was holding you
Just like a sister, I'd be there to guide and comfort you
And I would play the fool just to see your smile again
Boy anything for you

Ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody closer to you
Ain't nobody ever gonna love you
Like the way I do

Hey, baby, stop what you're doin', I don't wanna waste my time
Stop this funny situation, boy, I've given you the signs
We can hit it if you wanna
But you really gotta make up your mind, boy

Hey, baby, stop what you're doin', boy, I'm hurting deep inside
Stop this funny situation, 'cause I've given you the signs
We can kick it if you wanna
But you gotta stop wastin' my time, boy

Gone are the days when it was simple easy livin' boy
We've both grown older and we've found our place within this world
But when I see you with her, it just keeps breakin' my heart again

I wish that you could see the lovin' that I feel for you
'Cause each and every day is feelin' like deja vu
Just quit the playin', stop the teasin'
Boy, just give our love a chance

Ain't nobody better
Ain't nobody closer to you
Ain't nobody ever gonna love you
Like the way I do

Hey, baby, stop what you're doin', I don't wanna waste my time
Stop this funny situation, boy, I've given you the signs
We can hit it if you wanna
But you really gotta make up your mind, boy

'Cause, boy, I'm ready to spend my life with you
Put my trust in you, make my dreams come true
Baby, can't you see just what you do to me?
Give us a chance, just tell me, do you feel the same?

Hey, baby, stop what you're doin', I don't wanna waste my time
Stop this funny situation, boy, I've given you the signs
We can hit it if you wanna
But you really gotta make up your mind, boy

Hey, baby, stop what you're doin', boy, I'm hurting deep inside
Stop this funny situation, 'cause I've given you the signs
We can kick it if you wanna
But you gotta stop wastin' my time, boy

Oh, baby, you gotta stop wasting my time
Ain't nobody better

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Nobody Moves - Lyrics - Only God Can Judge Me - Master P

Title: Nobody Moves
Album: Only God Can Judge Me
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Maurice Jordan, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

I retired from the game 'til you niggaz got me fucked up
I'm back for 2000 to get y'all bitches and y'all niggaz bucked up
The media started hatin' 'cause I made my money on the corner
I'm like the Energizer Bunny on some weed and Corona

Now y'all don't wanna fuck wit me
I got some killers that'll bust wit me
And I represent that CP3
'Til I'm motherfuckin' six feet deep

Nigga I'ma ball 'til I fall, no fakin' it's all real
How many niggaz can roll through the project that made $56 mill?
We all tatted, all gatted, we hustlers, y'all addicts
Now who the fuck want static? I got the automatics

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

Motherfucker, we back
To all the hater niggaz thought No Limit was fallin' off
I'm here to set the record straight
Motherfucker, I'm goin' off

On all you bitches speakin' behind the microphone
One more word and I'ma follow you home
Empty my chrome, up in your dome
It's the Y2K, motherfucker we came to crush bones

Eternal sleep to all you niggaz talkin' beef
I cut you up and eat you I'm a wild fuckin' beast
I'm like a fuckin' bomb and P's the designator
Go 'head and push the button, let me get rid of all the haters

Nann nigga here can fade us, so bow motherfucker
Bow to the fuckin' greatest

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

We put the choppers up, my nigga done put the legs down
Niggaz think we playin' at first, but shit done got serious now
We make nightmares come true, when we come through
Nigga, you don't wanna fuck with us

That there they see what a nigga did done you, run who
And I don't believe in that ten years down the line shit
Revenge so when you come through, bury your lil' son too
Shit is real now

We walk away, fuck nah I was taught to spray
If the drama too big for what I got on my hip
P and Magic brought the K, niggaz done fucked up the game
That's why they got stuck for they chain, niggaz ain't real killers

Niggaz [Incomprehensible] looked up in vain
See I ain't no killer, but if come down to it I'll bust yo' brains in
I don't give a fuck who around me
Never touch my No Limit chain again, bitch

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt
Nobody moves, nobody get hurt
Don't make me put yo' face on a T-shirt with some dirt

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I Aint Mad At Cha - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: I Aint Mad At Cha
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Delmar Daz Arnaud, Danny Steward, Tupac Shakur, Etterlaine Jordan

Lyric:
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin' but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for ya'll, knahmean?
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust
Givin' a motherfucker,
Yeah, niggaz 'cause I ain't mad at cha

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin' how ya changed
Oh, you a Muslim now, no more dope game

Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan

When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin'

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on

Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And I can't even trip, ?cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared

Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow

And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived

Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"

As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad, at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
(A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Well, guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nuttin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block

He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days

So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days

So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent

So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
(Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(And I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, no
I ain't mad at cha

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Say My Name - Lyrics - The Writings On The Wall - Destiny'S Child

Title: Say My Name
Album: The Writings On The Wall
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Fred Jerkins, Beyonce Knowles, Latavia M. Roberson, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Le Toya Luckett, Kelendria Rowland

Lyric:
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Betta say my name

Any other day I would call you would say
"Baby how's your day?" But today it ain't the same
Every other word is a, yeah okay
Could it be that you are at the crib wit another lady?
If you took it there, first of all let me say
"I am not the one to sit around and be played"
So prove yourself to me and the girl that your playin'
Why don't you say the things that you said to me yesterday?

I know you sayin' I'm assuming things
Something's goin' down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be a reason why your acting strange
Nobody's holding you back from me
'Cause I know how you usually do
When you sayin' everything to me times 2
Why can't you just tell the truth?
If somebody's there tell me who

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Betta say my name

What is up wit this, tell the truth who you with?
How would you like it if I came over wit my clique?
Don't try to change it, now see you got to bounce
When 2 seconds ago you said you just got in the house
It's so hard to believe that you were home by yourself
When I just heard the voice, heard the voice of someone else
Just this question, why do you feel you got to lie?
You caught up in your game, you cannot say my name

I know you sayin' I'm assuming things
Something's goin' down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be a reason why your acting strange
If nobody's holding you back from me
'Cause I know how you usually do
When you sayin' everything to me times 2
Why can't you just tell the truth?
If somebody's there tell me who

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Betta say my name

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh

I know you sayin' I'm assuming things
Something's goin' down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be a reason why your acting strange
If nobody's holding you back from me
'Cause I know how you usually do
When you sayin' everything to me times 2
Why can't you just tell the truth?
If somebody's there tell me who

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Betta say my name

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change?

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say, "Baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kind of shady, ain't callin' me baby
Betta say my name

Thou shall know she can't love you

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Ain'T Nobody Playin' - Lyrics - Jaguar Wright

Title: Ain'T Nobody Playin'
Artist: Jaguar Wright
Composer(s): Tarik Trotter, Jacquelyn Wright, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Two months prior you said you had a dire emergency
It was 1:30, my face was all dirty trying to get some sleep
Head still whirling, throw on my shearing leave my man home
Two dots yes I'm coming, yes my car is running, hang up my cell phone

By the time I arrived you was deep about five like you had beef
And then you tried to step and told me that I slept like you was cock deez
It was all about some niggaz that you thought was jigga
Who was digging me and I told you after that day we ain't cool baby, so

Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
I was trying to be nice for your own advice
Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out

I was kinda thrown head was kinda blown but I'm not blue
Lost a couple friends once or twice before, I'm still cool
Then you tried to flex like you were the next bitch who you trying to fool
You just another girl from the avenue who graduated school

Now you wanna be down after you tried to clown me baby doll
But ain't no future in fronting and frontiers
Don't hang around with me at all
And now I make my music got me some new dick and I'm doing fine
And I'm still real ghetto and I still kick your black behind

Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
I was trying to be nice for your own advice
Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out

Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
Thought I told you before, don't you come knockin' on my door
I was trying to be nice for your own advice
Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out

Yo, I'm ringing the phone two in the a.m. rudely awaken
Dreaming deep concentration hazy
She really couldn't peep what they was saying
At first all I know was Jag really wasn't playing at all

She left calming to speak to the John
Got the Jaguar double parked, blinkers is on
Head pulled back sneakers is on
Yo I don't know what sis told her
But she bout' to get a beatin' performed

She grabbing all up on her shirt tugging on her slacks
Jag tried to go in the grill I had to hold her back
Cool her out try to tell her to chill, lower the thermostat
You a star no need for you to stoop as low as that boy

Scrapping over men is best avoided
And a real lady would never confess to doing it
She said I'm ganstar don't let the dress confuse you
The only things sweet is the music, it's really not a game

Whatcha think this a game ain't no bo dy playing
Thought I told you before, don't knock on my door
I was trying to be nice for your own advice
Ooh girl you don' did it now, really, really, really did it now watch out

Whatcha think this a game
Thought I told you before
I was trying to be nice
Ooh girl you don' did it now
Really, really, really did it now watch out, watch out

Watch out, watch out
Watch out, watch out
Watch out, watch out

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Nuttin' Nis Funky - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Nuttin' Nis Funky
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Miles Davis

Lyric:
Yeah well, we're back with another one
Comin? hard and got suckers on the run
You say, you guys are known for havin? fun
Yeah well, we'll do what has to be done for us to be number one
And you ain't never heard nuthin? this funky, son

You ain't never heard nuthin? this funky ever, it's too clever
Rhyme goes through your mind
Like a guillotine severs the head, my friend
And you will never hear nobody rap like this again

You ain't heard nuttin? this funky, brother, it's like no other
You feel the bass bouncin? off the walls like rubber
The Real McCoy, this ain't no toy or another
How do we do it? Yo, go ask your mother

The freak need us, beat leaders
Let me tell you somethin?
You ain't heard nuttin this funky, Peter
So listen up as we begin, aiyyo Fuze, rub the record in

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

The definition of a rhyme breeder, beat needer
We're the cold party heaters
Comin? through the woofers and the tweeters
Funky dope MC leaders rhyme hungry hip-hop listener feeders

The definition of a rhyme sayer, beat layer
Mothersucker perpetrator slayer, layin? down the law like the Mayor
You're out of luck, Hucklebuck, I'll suck you up like a now or later
You say that you're a trooper, then I'm Darth Vader
You're a Cowboy then I'm a Raider

You can't compete ?cause you're incomplete, need to be completed
You're style is weak, you're obsolete, need to be deleted
Short on the things that you needed
So what you got a top ten song ?cause you cheated

If you worked in a kitchen, it'd be sweeter
From the rappin? that I hear, you'd make a better egg beater
A teeter totter or should I say, totter teeter
You're through, you're a court and we're leaders

We got the style you admire, the rhymes you desire
Well, you ain't heard nuttin? this slick you trick
?Cause you're a flick from a Bic and we're a bonfire

?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky, yeah
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky

?Cause I roll up fast like a cheetah, get out the two-seater
Walk up on a girl named Anita or Rita
Ask her for change to put money in the meter
Didn't really need it just a smooth way to meet her

Or a fly way to treat her
She said, "I'm hungry" so I took her out to feed her
She was a pocket feeder chicken, fajita pita eater
I said, "Yo, eat how ya like" then took her home and G'd her

The definition of a funky rhyme master
Cleverly put together but not necessarily sayin? it faster
Ya see, that style isn't hard at all
The object of the game is to have a ball y'all

And to see who can come the funkiest
Lot of MC's think it's just a speed contest
They wanna brag about the neighborhood, oh you wanna boast?
We come from different cities and we're coast to coast, ya see

But right now we're based in Oakland
(Oakland)
Everywhere we go we leave the microphone smokin?
Yo bro I'm not jokin?
Leave MC's standin? still with their mouths hangin? open

Walk offstage and leave the next act
Scratchin? his head like a monkey
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin? this funky

Leave a sucker standin? still confused
?Cause he never heard nuttin? this funky
You ain't heard nuttin? this funky
Ah, yeah

Why don't you tell ?em Hump
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Whassup y'all, Humpty Hump in the house
?Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky

Yeah
You know what?
You ain't heard nuttin' this funky
Let me bust a rhyme, c'mon
Get in

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky son, we're number one
Humpty Hump in the house, gonna show you how it's done
With professional rhymes, I gotta question for your mind
Have you ever heard anythin' this funky, son?

Yeah man, I was out on the street
These guys came on by in this, car man playin' some beat

You ain't heard nuttin' this funky nigga, how ya figure?
My mouth's on the mic like a finger on a trigger nigga
And when I squeeze I'ma getcha
You never heard nuthin' this funky now didja

And if you're large, we're bigger
You bust a weak ass rhyme and then expect me to dig ya
Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals
Yo, Schmoove kick the vocals

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Z - Say Hello - Lyrics - American Gangster - Jay

Title: Z - Say Hello
Album: American Gangster
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): T Brocker, Shawn Carter, Aldrin Davis

Lyric:
It's that Roc-A-Fella music, soulful

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't playin', life's short so I aim
I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
It's twice as hard to get a job as payin' 'em
So I ain't payin' attention to what you're sayin'

Raindrops keep fallin' on my brain
Constant in the drop, all flames
I'm so hot even if the weather change
I don't have no top, I'm insane

'Member dark-skinned Jermaine
Who swayed in the rain, we sorta kinda the same
'Cept, I'm no lame and you gonna know my name
Before I go the world gon' feel my pain

They sayin', I'm a bad guy, why's that?
'Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga I react
Secretly though, I know you admire that
You wish you had the balls to fire back
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh
You wish you had the balls to fire back

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

I ain't no ordinary nigga
Look around, this ain't what ordinary gets ya
Extraordinary figures, I'm an extraordinary nigga

Before my name became Jigga
Before I sang I had that thang on slippers
Can't complain 'bout what they ain't gon' give ya
That ain't gon' get ya shit, might as well give up

Or get up, get out and get somethin' nigga
Get a job my nigga or get to dumpin'
Only God can judge him, only he without sin
Tell me if my means justified my ends

'Til then, I'm just gon' fly in the Benz
Wire my friends through Western Union
Shh, suprisin', my system knockin'
Here comes the bad guy again
Say hello, uh uh, hello, uh uh, hello
Uh, here comes the bad guy again

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't
Let me tell you what I ain't

We ain't thugs for the sake of just bein' thugs
Nobody do that where we grew at, nigga duh
The poverty line we not above
So I come to mask and gloves 'cause we ain't feelin' the love

We ain't doin' crime for the sake of doin' crimes
We movin' dimes 'cause we ain't doin' fine
One out of three of us is locked up doin' time
You know what this type of shit can do to a nigga moms

My mind on my money, money on my mind
If you owe me ten dollars you ain't givin' me nine
Y'all ain't give me 40 acres and a mule
So I got my glock 40 now I'm cool

And if Al Sharpton is speakin' for me
Somebody give him the word and tell him I don't approve
Tell him I remove the curses
If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect
When Jena Six don't exist
Tell him that's when I'll stop sayin' bitch, bitch

Say hello to the bad guy, they say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

They say I'm a bad guy, say hi to the bad guy
I come from the bottom but now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace, that's the picture they paint
They say a lot about me, let me tell you what I ain't

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N-Noreaga - Don'T Know Nobody - Lyrics - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Don'T Know Nobody
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): R Hall, C Liggio, Victor Santiago, M Allen, K Holley, M Abdullah

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up
Take game, I got grabbed up
Asking me questions, interrogating
The way the hatin', they just remind me of Satan

Keep 'em motivating, police asking questions about this and this
I don't know shit and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6
I'm confined to a small room
I cell off to my beeper, thought I had to sues

And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew
To take imposts, impalas and black sues
Big boys and LL cues, I'm thinking like deep cover
I'm in too deep, like Donnie Brasco

Who could be the asshole
I make sure the motherfucker don't last long
Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggers be
Blowin' they backs out, they felt the misery

And the decision be, spill coffee
Who's on the beats I can't be locked up
They had evidence, make the scenery all dense
But it's okay my lawyer will approach the bench

I don't know nobody and I ain't seen shit
That's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz
'Cause I don't know nobody and I ain't seen shit
That's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz

Pop, they caught me off guard, I was stuck the beat shit fucked
I went down to my knees and put out the trees
I sat down on the benches
He snack his dog on my five senses

All I could hear was a walky talky saying, "I got 'em"
I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot 'em
We biscuit printed plus your first hen's borrowin'
I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read

Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens
Day of raiment where he had slim chance to win it
Two asses from bail so they gave glances
It's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch

First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects
Man I forgot the machine they callin' for
Fuck a message all they need is it playin' back
I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat with bums niggas who sell crack
Flippin' off the the world

I don't know nobody and I ain't seen shit
That's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz
'Cause I don't know nobody and I ain't seen shit
That's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz

It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily
My dogs got me off feet face me slow down
I'm like what the fuck the deal, he's like the shut the fuck up
We got evidence, we know the deal

They got tape confessions of your man
Whipping out your man key witness to the stands
I should have played yours
The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar

Same time Jake taking me out
Same line gonna try and fake me out
Sitting in the van pointing face out
Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan

Take 'em out, take 'em out, before the court day out
I won't say but by tomorrow, I'm out
Nothing to say follow snitch lay low, and hollow him out
And pones is wilding too niggas like Maze got the same time as you

Walking down a half dee, snatch me up little g's no pad
These niggas gonna cuff me up
On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up
Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up

Asking me about shit I knew but won't tell
Just you and Baby D, ain't nobody depending on me
Saying if I won't talk, I'll wait in the cell
They got evidence to leave me in jail

There's no time for this shit just sign the statement
If you snitching, you won't have to say shit
Reverse psychology, he trying to lie to me
He try to pin me for murder and a string of robberies

Plus you a ex-con send me to the book 'cause press on
Cash and bonds, they won't last very long
I know they frontin', they got nothing on me
I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something

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Your World Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Az

Title: Your World Don'T Stop
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Blagman, Anthony Cruz

Lyric:
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in

Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)

Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)

Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
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Your World Don'T Stop (Original Version) - Lyrics - Az

Title: Your World Don'T Stop (Original Version)
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Blagman, Anthony Cruz

Lyric:
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in

Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)

Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)

Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
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Baby Mama Drama - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Baby Mama Drama
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Eric Jay Williams, Wesley Hogges

Lyric:
What the fuck is goin' on
You got 5-0 knockin' on my door 6 in the mornin'
I think I better let it go I told you once before
That we ain't fucking no more
I reminisce on how I used to trip

Spent all my money for that Roly on your wrist
Now it's not the same 'cause you caught up in the game
It's funny how the money changes things

Girl, you've got me up in court now, tryina get all of my Doe
Better flip what you've been gettin'
'Cause you ain't gonna get no more

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

That's it I'm sick of your shit
I'm 'bout to bring it to ya
Got to handle it I'm 'bout to flip
But I don't wanna lose my cool
Believe me you don't wanna see me break rules

Straight wild out
Bitch, you don't know what I'm about
So go get your peoples
I'll straight run up in his mouth

See, back on Black Street, shit was sweet
But now I'm solo you want mo' doe
Tryna try me and your trick too girl you've

Got me up in court now tryna get all of my doe
Took out the window in my Benzo
And I just can't take it no more

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

I got the baby mama drama
Enough to wanna make you scream and holla
She's tryna stick me for my dollars
Ain't nothing but the baby mama drama

Why you won't let me live?
(Oh God)
Tryna keep me from my own kids
(Ain't nobody tryna keep you from you're damn kids)

Sick of your ass faking jacks
(Whatever, nigga)
That's why I had to take the Benz back
(Nigga, that piece of shit)

You got my ass up in court
(You damn right)
Guess you forgot about all that other shit I bought
(What shit?)
Did you forget about that shit you kept
(Yeah, right)

That's okay I'll take it of your next months check
(What?)
Yeah I got drama
(What drama?)

Argument, damn right drama
(Drama, motherfucker let me tell you
Something about drama)
What, who the fuck you talkin' to?
(Hope your ass do blow up and go platinum)

Damn right I'ma blow up
('Cause when you go platinum, I go Platinum)
Yeah right, bitch you crazy
(When you get paid, I get paid)

That's my shit what the fuck is you talkin' about
(I put in time, now it's time for me to get mine)
Yours? whats yours nigga?
(Shit, I ain't playin')

What's your's
(You think I'm playin')
(Nigga I gets mean when you mess with my green)
Nigga, this ain't no motherfucking movie
What the fuck is wrong wit you?
(What you say?)

You heard what the fuck I said
(Come over here you think you shit's sweet)
Bitch
(Thinkin' you look good)
Nigga, I look good

You might look good now
But I told Leroy about you, he looking for you ass
Leroy, Leroy can kiss my ass all night
(Nigga what you need to do is watch your step)

Nigga, fuck you and my step all night
(See what I'm saying, I ain't playin')
Trick ass bitch, eh, ha, ha, ha

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Nothin But Love - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Nothin But Love
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): M Craig, M.A. Jr. Wood, Tupac Shakur, Daryl Anderson

Lyric:
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin' Hennesey, smokin' weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be

Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley 'til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all

Ooh wee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot

Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, 'cause you waitin' for your chance to hump
Straight grindin', everybody havin' fun
And it's cool 'til a fool pull a loaded gun

'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the party's over
Gun shots rang like it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number

Says she got a man but she's lying
Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and
He's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin' I just hope he get 'em, I got nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
And make a [Incomprehensible] to the place that I came from
'Cause uh, old man still drinkin', his breath still stinkin'
He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin'

But I can't diss him, he's my elder
He been livin' here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin' double dutch
Still blush, 'cause she don't get in trouble much

It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin' stick ball, quick y'all
Get out the street before they hit y'all

And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me

And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
'Cause I know they got love for me, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
'Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin' crack to folks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope

Started thinking 'bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
'Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"

I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, 'cause rhymes don't pay the rent

And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
My family on welfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care

I'm out here on my own
At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
I'm feelin' like a waste, tears rollin' down my face
'Cause my life is filled with hate

Until I looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, pimps, pushers and thugs
Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Oh, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
...

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