Back That Azz Up - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Back That Azz Up
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You goin' ride in a Jag, yeah
With that head
You can smoke or buy a bag, yeah
Of grass, yeah
Got money like a flash, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a big timer nigga, yeah
Pull the trigger, yeah
A player hater flipper, yeah
Grave filler, yeah
I be slangin' wood yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood yeah
Its all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah
On a hard day
A smooth Ghetto broad yeah
I want the broad, yeah
Or you can do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claimin' you wanna picture, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah
About a hundred, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Girl, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?

You got a stupid ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Autograph that
I'm sweatin' in the drawers, yeah
Hard and long, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get mine you goin' get yours, yeah
That for sure, yeah
You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah
And to the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm out to blow, yeah
Fresh brought some shit, yeah
And his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sittin' nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah
All night, yeah
I wanna bring you to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
Let me know, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

I know you can't stand it
Dick Bandit done landed
See your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all
Game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall
And I hit it y'all
Lookin' kind of lonely
I'm feelin horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monee
Big thick plummer chick


Beat the dick like a motherfuckin' drummer chick
See dat puddy cat?
Look at dat
I love a fuckin' hoody rat
That's a fact
You's a motherfuckin' get it girl
Quit it, girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
That hit it, girl

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up
(Na, na, na, na, na)

After you back it up, then stop
Then wha, wha, what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha, wha, wha, what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C.M.B. make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Ha

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Back That Thang Up - Lyrics - Juvenile

Title: Back That Thang Up
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You goin' ride in a Jag, yeah
With that head
You can smoke or buy a bag, yeah
Of grass, yeah
Got money like a flash, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a big timer nigga, yeah
Pull the trigger, yeah
A player hater flipper, yeah
Grave filler, yeah
I be slangin' wood yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood yeah
Its all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah
On a hard day
A smooth Ghetto broad yeah
I want the broad, yeah
Or you can do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claimin' you wanna picture, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah
About a hundred, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Girl, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?

You got a stupid ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Autograph that
I'm sweatin' in the drawers, yeah
Hard and long, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get mine you goin' get yours, yeah
That for sure, yeah
You fuckin' with my nerves, yeah
And to the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm out to blow, yeah
Fresh brought some shit, yeah
And his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sittin' nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could fuck you right, yeah
All night, yeah
I wanna bring you to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
Let me know, yeah

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

I know you can't stand it
Dick Bandit done landed
See your drawers handed
Freak to get it y'all
Game spit at y'all
Put the bitch on the wall
And I hit it y'all
Lookin' kind of lonely
I'm feelin horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monee
Big thick plummer chick


Beat the dick like a motherfuckin' drummer chick
See dat puddy cat?
Look at dat
I love a fuckin' hoody rat
That's a fact
You's a motherfuckin' get it girl
Quit it, girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
That hit it, girl

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up?
You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up?
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up
(Na, na, na, na, na)

After you back it up, then stop
Then wha, wha, what, drop drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha, wha, wha, what drop it like it's hot
Now drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
C.M.B. make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Ha

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I'Ll Beat Yo Azz - Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Title: I'Ll Beat Yo Azz
Album: Crime Mob
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Alphonce Tyree Smith, Venetia Lewis, Jonathan Lewis, Chris Dejon Henderson, Jarques Usher

Lyric:
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat the breaks off a nigga if he thinking that he realer
Than the six feet four I'm the giant out of the river
I deliver all the hits teach you how to talk that shit
I'm the one who got these niggaz screaming Ellen wood bitch
Chrome shit to yo face ever lasting like the yay
Put them hands on that nigga told him to get up out of my way
It's okay you can say in your place where you'll be found
From the club to the lot see how M.I.G get down

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

Stop all that yapping bitch back the fuck off of me
You gonna be the one to fall over from my fucking killing spree
Favoring on the seven then them days that I be stacking' G's
Call me the leader of this crucial ass army
My nigga you swear you hard talking' shit maintaining my ana
Look at my mother fucking gun it is like Tony Montana's
Back back my nigga and give me fifty feet
MOB off in this bitch and we beat that ass asleep

What's up with ya fuck nigga back the fuck off before I swing my fist
You come get it I got it you know stopping' popin' ain't taking no shit
I stay with my niggaz surrounding don't try to down or clown me
Talking that trash off in the club, fuck nigga what?
I swing for myself and beat yo lil' ass
Crime Mob the click and we be the shit

And we be the niggaz that don't give a fuck
Stop all the hating bitch you faking?
Step on that station you will get your ass stuck
Ready to buck, ready to ride, crunk in the club with my click on my side
Get your hand off my bad I sit up and thrash
So let that be nothing to it just yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz

I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz, I'll beat yo azz
I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz

You don't want no problems 'cause I'll have to solve them
You don't want to dance with this ass 'cause I'll drop ya
Psycho B. gonna rock ya address it like a heavy weight
I'll spray you off like mack and hit your ass when you violate
Because this sir ain't no game y'all ain't ready we too buck
These chop pas is to crucial they too brutal for you bra
So if you got some ana and you feel you stand a chance
You met the right nigga that will knock you out from standing

Watch yo back when I hit the door
You think that I am playing games man?
I am here to take out you hoes
And put shots that fit through your brain
We carrying deadly things I am known for correcting lames
Come test me I'm ready it is going to be hectic up in this game

MOB that be my click I down hoes for talking shit
Don't throw yo azz because you gonna get hit
That is the price for popping quick
Don't hate me for making cash
I'm the best, what you want some best?
Don't think I am scared to blast because
I will bust and beat all y'all ass

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Smoking On Purple - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Smoking On Purple
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Ease your mind a lil' bit, ease your mind
Light up that ***, light up that motherf***
Let back that sunroof, let back your s***

This that *** that we ride to, this that *** that we vibe to
This that *** that we get h*** to, that gangsta music
And you can try but you ain't Lil Boosie, no, no

Bad *** got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO like, ?CEO, let's get this cake?
Baby, I hit the stage and *** go crazy
A playa mate, all my *** got Jordan skills, they fade away

I hit da [Incomprehensible] throwback after throwback
Everybody wan' take pictures, they like "Damn, you Mr. Kodak"
Smoke comin' out my sunroof, a n*** shinin'
*** love gettin' *** love rockin' diamonds

If you got kids in this world, *** handle your business
And you don't need no ***, be independent
It's murder, murder, *** beefin', *** slangin' i***
I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

I know the game, I know the street
I got the raps, you got the beats
And we gon' lay it down real sweet
So y'all can ride, head bobbin' side to side
I don't want s*** from my fans but this feel a real *** vibe

When you down and out, don't nobody trust ya
But when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya
It's still *** up, man, in certain cases
Look, they still racist, I can see it on them *** faces

That's why I'm smokin' and laughin', I got my grind on
They don't feel my struggle, they think my mind gone
That's why it's murder, murder, kill, kill on the corner
These lil' *** got b***, ready to put it on ya

So when you die, you might as well be h***
Is it Heaven or Hell or is it all a lie?
That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
2 *** cops, so they don't blues me and I'm

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

Smokin' on that d*** I done got a bag for cheap
Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This s*** must got somethin' in it, *** slipped some c*** on me

Ain't no crack up in the windows, I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin' and trippin', almost passed the *** to C
Got it cloudy in the Bentley, *** squintin', tryin' to see
Late, don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat

Ridin' dirty [Incomprehensible] ridin' dirty, know how that *** be
One day you're here and next day you gone on repeat
With that n*** up in my reach, right now dyin' ain't for me
Man, this pine got me sleepy but I'm too h*** to go to sleep

Bustin' odor when you rollin', potent as it 'posed to be
And we rollin', I'm smokin' them back to back consistently
Keep ***, your ***
Young Savage don't really care, just put that *** up in the air

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

S*** on purple, ease my mind
This that s*** that we get h*** to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your n***
This that s*** that we ride to, yeah

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I Need A Hot Girl - Lyrics - Hot Boys

Title: I Need A Hot Girl
Artist: Hot Boys
Composer(s): Markevia Blunt, Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Grey, Maurice Jordan, Byron Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
You need a hot one I got one now take it and bend it
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bounce, slide, ride, Work that cat to the right
Push it down, push it up, boom, you dynamite

Lick it up like ice cream, nigga you know her
She make me bow bow bow bow
(Rocky Balboa)
See I lovin' it when you thuggin', baby just don't stop
You could wobledee, wobledee
(Drop, drop it like it's hot)

Beat it up and eat it up, love that's yo dick
And if you ain't from the ghetto, then ride out bitch
Arms, legs, backs, and breasts
You better read her fucking tats, nigga Mannie Fresh

Suck it up and yuck it up, baby work on that pole
Got them niggaz in a circle hollerin' here we go
Back that azz up lil' one all the way to the zipper
I really like you hot girl but I got ta flip ya

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

I need a hot-n-spicy hoe I can shop, with
Give my hoe 10 G's, told her spend the shit
(Go 'head hoe)
See my hot girl ride Lexus Coupe, bitch
And she got the matchin' Roley hoe, floss yo' shit

And she got the matching links for the winter bitch
Now see a real hot girl can't be faded bitch
Roll the dice, hit the seven no craps, bitch
Got the brand new Rover off the showroom quick

Customized TV's all through that bitch
Yokohama 20 inch dubs on that bitch
Now see my Cash Money hot girl floss her shit
Ridin' Uptown bumpin' Hot Boys ya bitch

And that blue faced Rolex I bought that bitch
Keep big head Benjamins all through her shit
Fuck a thug girl them hoes can only suck my dick
I need a hot girl to represent this Uptown shit

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

Where my bitch at? Look, a hot girl is a silent hoe
If a bitch get outta line she a violent hoe
Ain't no pest, far from being a whinin' hoe
Fuck up she confess, she ain't no lyin' hoe

That's what I need, a hot girl is a jazzy bitch
I'd take her any day 'fore a classy bitch
On the down low for her nigga she a nasty bitch
I tell her touch it, she gon' reach down and grab the dick

I bust a nut, get soft, she get it back hard
The police kick in the do' she takes the charge
If a nigga go to jail she run for her nigga
Money orders, business and front ones for her nigga

She hear a nigga ballin', work that body for her nigga
Let me come through, hit the stash, and rock up out a nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo' short call her a H.G.
(A hot girl)

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

I like 'em hot, the ones that don't tell me to stop
Eat dick swallow the cum and they know how to pop
I need a project bitch, a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck and say she took that dick

She a doggy wit it, she could wobbledee
Then she know how to money wit it
Open her legs and squeeze a nigga like she want me in it
Now turn around and back it up
Then throw it at a nigga 'til I say, "Ooh that's enough"

Give me a gansta hoe
One that don't give a fuck and that'll shank a hoe
And that'll slang still, and keep it on the low
One that'll do time for me, and say fuck the po', dog you know

Now Lil' Shorty in the twat have it hurtin' and thumpin'
They be like say, "He small girl he workin' wit somethin'"
I'm Lil' Wayne on fire, I'll smash on your boo
I got a Hot Girl bangin', what's the matter with you?

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

(A-what you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(A-what you want boy?)
I want a hot girl

Ya understand? Look that's a motherfuckin' Hot Boys
Definition of a motherfuckin' Hot Girl, do you dig what I'm saying?
It's all gravy if you think you fit the description
Then come on get with a nigga, come on get with a nigga
If you think it's fabulous, come on get wit a nigga

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That'S What They Like - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: That'S What They Like
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, M Roach, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like, oh you like that, huh?
That what they like

Lil' *** big name, big watch and big chain
Big ol' big earrings, blang, that what they like
Oh, she like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That's what they like

Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big ***, dem big ***
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Candy paint, sippin' syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin' birds, girl
And you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Dolla signs, rubber bands 'round cash
Man, you got a ol' lady still takin' care yo' ***
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Going fishin' on the banks of Mississippi
Everything you tell that *** he listen, that *** trippin'
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, ?Lil Boosie spit that real s***?, that what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

I done threw up in the charger, man, I know you hear
That Hemi stop in front yo' house and tell you jump in it, fo' real
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Leather seats, gettin' *** on the beach
*** hit you for two hours and put you to sleep
But you like that huh? That what they like
Oh, you like that huh? That what they like

Lookin' good, smellin' good, respect Lil B in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

Gucci shades on my Lil Boosie face
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland A's
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

I rock Beamers, I rock Caddy's, I rock Benz's, it's crucial
Every time you see me, fresh out the cleaners, that's Boosie
And you like that huh? That what they like
And you like that huh? That what they like

When you lookin' good, whoo, that's what they like
When you smellin' good, whoo, that's what they like
Talk Lil B in every hood, whoo, that's what they like
They like, ?Lil Boosie, spit that real s***?, that's what they like

Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh? That what they like
Girl, you like that, huh huh? That what they like

They like TV's and DVDs, huh uh
They like to take big trips over seas, huh uh
They like to do the rodeo from the front, from the back
They like to give me *** 'cause they know I?m comin' back

But money don?t make me, I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory Hunter say they like that, she ain't lyin'
She back up all the time 'cause she know her daddy shine

Leave a bad *** blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine, I done made that girl moist
And know what? I got my own haircut
It's called a Boosie Fade, that belgum made

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Say Round - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Say Round
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Deshawn Johnson, Torence Hatch, J Reed

Lyric:
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads and watch y'all rose
Man, dat joensin' shit old and you real important
So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion

The feds stay in the area, they watchin' my home
Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly
But yo thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready

The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Please explain why this snitch still breathin'?
Say Boosie you know better than to fuck wit that nigga
He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller

We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them fuck feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
And talk right 'cause one indictment get ya 20 to life

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say

Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back
They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap
He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin' dat?
Switch dat purple up to that orange now they sippin' dat

Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder
Want somethin', it's face to face, try somethin' it's K for K
The white jeep cross the street that's them fuckin' feds
How you know? 'Cuz when I look at him he duck his head

They want Ivy Honor, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared
My family fuck around, lose me, it's gone be welfare
So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
They ridin' wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator

They know I'm after this paper so they after my azz
30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task
They say you love to ride wit no legs, no, I love to get head
You gone be dead just like Ivan, fuck you fed, bitch
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

Say savage you got work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well, I been hittin' yo phone, all I'm gettin' is the voice mail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?

Playin' like dat a have a nigga doin' a hundred flat
I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish man
I'm good wit this white because I know life's about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man

They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard
Robbers and murderers, I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars
I fuck wit them Trill boys, don't fuck wit nobody else
'Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself

Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope, it ain't nothin' happenin'
'Cause nigga's a rat on ya up in court and don't even care
I'm a lil' nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear
A muthafuckin' gangsta, hold up
(Can ya hear me now?)

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?

I can't talk now, this ain't the time or the place
The block hot like grits, ain't tryin' to catch a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am 'cause what my grill say

So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
You see this Cingular gone, have a nigga upstate
And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake
Oh you ain't hung 'em yet, you must be workin' for them snakes

You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches
So they won't have to live behind them fences
Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches
Niggas tryin' to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue

But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
If you want them M&M's, meet me on ya momma street
Don't forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'

Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?

Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me?
Say, say, say

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Final Frontier - Lyrics - Kizz My Black Azz - Mc Ren

Title: Final Frontier
Album: Kizz My Black Azz
Artist: Mc Ren
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Peter Brown, Bobby F Ervin

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Lyric:
Hey, hey ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of niggas
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullshit man
What if one of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?

I'll beat a niggaz ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfuckin piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where ren is comin from
I'm from compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggaz that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinkin that you can fuck with ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after fuckin with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and dj train dropping bombs like a p2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no shit
Cause mc ren ain't a nigga that you wanna try and fuck with
Kick a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme
Writin that shit that ya love to hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier

(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10

Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe
Start the violence goin on through an mc ren show
I don't give a fuck if niggaz is fightin in the crowd
I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumpin loud
I'm standing on the stage I got my niggaz to my right
I bust a couple of verses
Then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standin there
Then dj train will grab the gauge - just in case a motherfucker
Talks shithe'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue - to kick it with the rest
Of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board
So when ya at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a hoe
Cause that's the only noise I wanna hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier

(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10

(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10

The final frontier makes an average nigga wonder
Why they do a couple of records and then they go up under
Try to copy ren but ren just can't be duplicated
Motherfuckers makin pussy shit so I come in and fade it
Slap the niggaz like bitches if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack
The shit just makes a nigga laugh, cause niggaz be comin up to me
Askin me why did I leave size 10 nike in that ass
I tell 'em I had to do it was part of the plan
To try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By usin randb fuckin singers in the God damn breaks
Try to go commercial but they started out street
That's reason why they're still drivin their two feet
Thinkin they can diss ren's flow, but singin and dancin
Don't go with the format that I be usin in my show
It's just hardcore niggaz actin crazy on the stage
Wearing gangsta clothes yo and spittin on the hoes
Doin' that shit that ya love to hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier

(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10

(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10

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When You Gonna Drop - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: When You Gonna Drop
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas askin' me
When I'm gon' drop, I got you niggas now
Say Mel and T, go and get this shit pressed up, I'm ready, nigga
'Cuz I'm tired of these niggas askin' me

They like look Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

I ain't fuckin' wit this double dist, the whole world lovin' this
Bow down and suck this dick, you are the rap's fuckin' trick
14 or 15, I told you that I had a dream
16 or 17, I was sellin' crack to crack fiends

I live this shit, so get it right, my phone won't let me sleep at night
My Razor phone is prepaid, them Nextels they like AIDS
They dangerous, they gangsterous, like all my niggas who hang wit us
All my niggas who bang wit us, we're Trill Entertainment, change wit us

I made you wait until the winter, now I got you cold
2006, I'm in this bitch, now I got control
Gucci shades, that's what I floss wit
My bitch don't window shop, she go in and shop for raw shit

I told Asilum fuck this, let's 'em wit a double dist
Me and Lil' Webbie, we drop more hits than Snoop Dog and Ludacris
You ain't heard about this Boosie shit? Open ya ears
When ya open ya ears, welcome to Phil, nigga

Man, I been hot, sellin' out the stores but I always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck wit gangsters, I don't affiliate wit hoes
First I gotta do my promo shows, that gon' be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50, that gon' make Lil' B sell

Gotta ease my mind in wit recent keys down in ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl before the judge send me to hell
I'm thugged out but you can't tell, was drugged out, now I'm well
Don't smoke nuttin', don't drank nuttin', you play me
I'm gon' swang sumthin'

Since been gone, my feelings gone, man, they did my nigga wrong
If you think that you the sickest, confess and say you did it
This album gon' be the sickest, that's on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma, 9 months later I dropped

He told neva smoke rock, told me how to hate cops
He watchin' ova, be the 'Bad Azz' drop, here go 'Bad Azz' Pops
Daddy, watch ova me the 'Bad Azz' drop
And Mama ain't gotta work no more, believe that

Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

Boosie, when you gon' drop? Why not
Boosie, is ya gon' flop? Nigga, huh uh
Boosie, where been, nigga? I been on the block
At studios or sellin' blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot

I'm sicker than a nigga wit a 100 bricks, watch Lil' Boosie runnin' shit
We dick hoes down for hours while you run at them niggas comin' quick
We flip these hoes like dominoes, niggas betta hide your hoes
We snatch your hoes out Magic City
And make them hoes get raunchy wit it

I'm diggity diggity down South, new makeova
And niggas say they've been kickin' up dope but I'm Louisiana takeova
And like Hova, I'm versatile, real soldiers, they don't retire
I'm be like George Clinton 'round this bitch, spitin' that 45

Wit this little light of mine, I'ma shine
You ain't got be featured on my tape, I don't need you niggas anyway
All my hoes thong drop, yeah, I take they thongs off
"Boosie, when yo' album drop?", as soon as you finish swall'

?I'm finished, thank you?, pull yo' draws up on yo' waist
Wipe that shit up out your face and let's go get an Outback Steak
'Coz 'Bad Azz' did dropped today, this wat you gon' snatch today
This the sickest dub edition since Tupac done passed away

So you ain't gotta ask today when I'm comin', is it far
This bitch in done wit, so ask about the Golden Child
Big stacks, I hold 'em now, big gats, I'm buss 'em
Big nights, I fuck 'em, handcuff 'em 'coz I don't trust 'em

2004, I was ballin', woah, you see the DVD
I can hear Pimp C hollin' 'bout 'Look at me, look at me'
I'm the spices in the Gumbo, I'm the fries at Popeye's
I ain't retarted, I'm retunto compared to no nigga at all

'Coz I'm a dog, in a rock, I'ma pit
And I stoppin' for shit, I'm full blooded
All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
From Detroit to my state, in Flo', I'ma heavyweight

In Georgia, got real estate, California affiliate
Jackson, Mississippi got my back like that's my livin' state
Saint Louis and Mobile, they clock steel and pop pills
Savannah, Georgia and they K kill can forget about J-ville

A-town and D-town, they grab ki's like rebounds
Arkansas is straight rage, they shoot niggas on stage
Fear played and chest on fire, end your fuckin' career, nigga
Hit you wit they steel, nigga, you won't feel that pill, nigga

Can't no rapper fuckin' wit me, hit ya from my way
Look like Tim Donkey, Tong and Parker in my new Genobe
Ask about me if you don't know me and that's off the top
He watchin' ova me, the 'Bad Azz' drop, here go 'Bad Azz', Pop

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Fuck You
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Butler, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, nigga
Now look at the bad bitches, nigga

Fuck them industry niggas, makin' it hard on me
Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me?
Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check this out, look

Damn nigga, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best when I'm cruisin', laid back
With some trill ass niggas that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin' in the mix where it ain't safe at

I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill 'cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a '84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
We gettin' sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level, it ain't shit
Some real trill niggas for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I'll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin', niggas knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck you, nigga, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
Swishas drink liquor, bang a nigga, Southside gangsta nigga

Fuck everythin' you goin' through, Bad Azz'll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they'll beast
It's goin' down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin' out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bullshittin' with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo' ass

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga)
Nigga, fuck you
(And you better not say shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you
(Yeah, you be runnin' that shit)
Nigga, fuck you
(You ain't 'bout none of that shit, nigga)

Fuck all y'all niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us, fuck you, nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
You'll be on the motherfuckin' shirt, nigga

Nigga, face the shit, nigga
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga
And we don't play no game

Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
But we put that tool on yo' bitch ass nigga
Go shit yo' ass down, nigga
Garbage ass nigga, BFI ass nigga

Nigga, we got in this shit straight off you know
Real shit, we got in these streets our damn self, nigga
Nigga makin' all these, we goin' let that shit go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothafucka, nigga, fuck you

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My Struggle - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: My Struggle
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): B. Rome, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Boosie Boo, nigga
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now
Word for word, life story for life story
You know I'm the truth

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard
Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take this from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she washed her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and some artillery
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that?s the rules
Used to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight
Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples
The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don?t wanna hear it
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate but I don?t drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I gave back
When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby momma drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man

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Can'T Tell Me Shit - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Can'T Tell Me Shit
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Kenneth Darnell Franklin, Marceles Mccarver

Lyric:
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though?
Yeah, gonna ride wit' ya nigga 'cuz it's goin' down

They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit, a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster

O.G.'s hoopin' at the school house and shootin' dice
In and out the pen, real niggas find nothin' nice
Made this hog hit the brew, made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house, moms know a nigga kill

Go to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door
Tellin' myself, "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo and Clyde smokin' dank till the sun rise

Walk into the school house, Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss and tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe and everybody in a circle
Sockin' muthafuckas 'til they eyes turn purple

Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just one on one
Fools throwin' thangs to the end, back then it was fun
No gunshots, no need to hit the floor but after school
The whole city lookin' up and will support through

To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' five off for hot dogs and fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Got a little older now, the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch? You can't tell a nigga shit

So I mind my own, find my home, now I'm in the zone
Behind farmers in the alley, gettin' money on
Had ten dollars and J.B. gave me the other ten
Bought a breakdown, now I'm goin' with the wind

Brakes with the colors, has ounces and Q.P.'s
The half keys, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show

And for all and hoop games had hoes
Hilail and Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists and Redge with the Toma hawked up
Then the whole town mobbin' down to the waterfront

Niggas in Granadas, Cougars and Mustangs, Stars and Volvos
Nobody fuckin' with them girl thangs
Me, G-Roc, J.B. and Lil' C.Mo. puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O. Z.'s

Young G's tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whiplashed from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then you couldn't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Made it to a G but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in but didn't know
When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral

No more toe to toe, H.K. forty fours
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the bay area
Shit is gettin' scarier, niggas are barrier

Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' too early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies on
Christian brothas in chasin' it was splits
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click

So deep, I can't call it spend about a million dollars
At the liquor store, I'm just an alcoholic
Forty water and legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank

Sick wit his last job, my nine to five
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack, funk for life, some heat for yo' azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash

Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door

And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka free on the solo
When you empty the clip
They can't tell a nigga shit

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Bitch, made niggas, can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Skanlezz Azz Bytchez, can't tell a nigga shit)

Can't tell me shit
(Punk police can't tell a nigga shit)
They can't tell me shit
(Fuck you bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit)

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Set It Off - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Set It Off
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, M Roach, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Yeah, we finna set it off in this muthaf***, you heard me?
I'm finna put you *** ass *** in the trash can
What you talkin' 'bout, ***?
I'm tired of all y'all ***
Y'all annoyin' me now for real, ***

You wanna talk s***? You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gangstas front your muthaf*** house?
We'll set this *** off, yeah, set this *** off
We'll set this *** off, set this *** off

They call me Bad A** and I'll punish you
You ain't my equal, we ain't people and I ain't one of you
Since '98, I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table
I told Mama I'm thuggin' outside, we don't need cable

Now I'm the nipples on the ***, I'm the motor called a Hummy
I'm the V-12 in that 760, you ***
We real *** with G-codes, love to go in 'Beast' mode
We thuggin', we all got bread

So if we fall, we the crutches, we the dodo in the dutches
I'm the photo in the camera, I'm the *** when it snap ya
I got the sickest Beamer, I got the sickest Magnum
I got the sickest charger, y'all's 30, mine's 40

I told you ***, Webbie and me, 'fore you get stretched in the street
This the day that you gon' be deceased for playin' with a beast
I told Turk take off my collar, I'm finna take it there
You *** ain't playin' my projects, y'all played at the fair

Trill Entertainment, that's my thugs there, it's love there
D.A., don't search my house 'cuz there ain't no muthaf*** drugs there
We smart with this s***, we got retarded with this s***
Duce-Duce up in my shoe, I set if off up in this ***

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Man, I be thuggin', I be fresh, I be super clean
With Gucci shades, wit some J's you ain't never seen
The race car jacket with 'bout 80 *** patches
With the car to match it, Tony Stewart, it's a classic

Y'all penny pinchin', *** we spendin' on y'all ***
Call Savage from the back
Come pour some Henny on these *** man
You don't wanna *** wit me, I learned from the streets
I roll wit my heat, never turn on my peeps

'Cuz I'm gutta, came out my mama a hustla
Been through the rain and the pain, now I'm a dirty muthaf***
I'll hurt a muthaf***, set it off in this ***
Y'all *** coughin' in this ***, we flossin' in this ***

And I walk real well, *** goin' to jail
Come home and set it off and get ya mail
I got a mind full of evil thoughts
So don't get ya people caught 'round my people house
'Cuz believe me, I'ma set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off

Oh, you bucked up and f*** up and you ain't got no mind
Don't even respect your elders, no, you ain't respectin' mine
But I'm gon' hit you wit that n***, put some sense in you
Shoulda put somethin' on your *** when you was a lil' ***

But you won't play wit the real ***, well set it off
You scared to let it off, plus your daddy was no dog
Your mama had more heart than your daddy, ***
He ain't gon' set nothin' off, that's who made you soft

***, you wan' come in the south, where it get dumb in that drought
Where *** whyle out like O dog and run in your house
And run in your mouth, it's crucial, watch what you say 'bout Boosie
'Cuz 'Boosie to U***, that is hip main foolish

I ain't never had s*** but I can f*** a bad ***
Quicker that you can count to 6, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, she hit
I don't play, I lay laws, you my size, I break jaws
Get disrespected at all, I set it off

I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off

I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off, set if off

I'll set it off, yeah, this Boosie, Bad A**
And it ain't no game wit me, you heard me?
Ain't *** ain't nobody *** wit me
Out there right now, you heard me?

I'm comin' sick, straight from the heart of Baton
You know what I'm sayin'?
I hear these streets, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'd took you from anywhere

You can put this *** in the White House
Their song, it ain't no game with me, n***
And if you don't like me, you're lame
Well, go and set it off, yeah

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Zoom - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Zoom
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Jasiel Robinson, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Lil' Boosie, Bad A**
Yung Joc, we got a hit, let's go, baby

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
They on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

I'm Boosie, Bad A** and I zoom right by ya
760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires
Smoke that fire, purple kush by the pound
Ask my dawg Webbie, this is how it goes down

From my hood to your hood, man, we makin' money
In the club, we poppin' bottles, the room, we hittin' models
Rollin' through the bottom, all the kids hollin' Boosie
This life, a *** livin' like I'm starrin' in a movie

Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest
Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel, just cut the check
Naw, I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them 24's
Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow your roll

Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin' paid
On my feet, I got them J's, play wit me, I got them K's
Red Gucci shades, me and Joc gettin' paid
Now the whole United States takin' pictures all day

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I *** 'em, tell them *** to get lost
A lot of *** mad, they all pissed off
If a *** think he bad, tell him 'Jump' like Kriss Kross

I'm poppin' prison tags 'cuz the wrist cost
You can see me splurge, yeah, how to break a soft
Just ask my *** Boosie, he tell you what it is
Face card good 'cuz the face card trill

And if you gotta problem, I suggest you head home
He in the red zone, *** leave your head gone
Don't hit me on my chirp, *** that's the Fed phone
Keep talkin' 'bout the work, *** now you dead wrong

Can't believe I keep them beans for them ***
Sell 'em dreams, ain't no *** on my team
Like my clothes crispy clean
I like my dough Krispy Kreme, 64' on lean
That's my *** Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

Man, I been zoomin' in my drop top, mobbin' through the city
Fresh fad, fresh J's wit 2 bad ***
One name Sarah, one name Tina
Together they make weather like Katrina

They a fool, shawty red, she a Ruff Ryder
She get on back of that motorbike
And all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast cars, they call me NASCAR
You feel me but I'm in love wit the Hummy

Get retarded in Ferraris, I get loose in the Coupe
Paranoid like Pac, so I keep that glock
When I zoom, zoom
And after that, let's get a room, room

Yeah, I need a dime piece, a fine freak, get on back
You could ride on the bike or in the 'Lac, hah, bro?
Now we got everybody zoomin'
The lil' kids zoomin', look you got a hit, Boosie

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

We in here, get off the pedal like
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my girls like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my thugs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

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