Drink Up And Be Somebody - Lyrics - Merle Haggard

Title: Drink Up And Be Somebody
Artist: Merle Haggard
Composer(s): Merle Haggard

Lyric:
Well, I gotta keep my reputation, I gotta keep my pride
Can't let you know you've hurt me, I can't let you know I've cried
I gotta make you think I'm happy everywhere I go
I gotta keep my hurt inside me, I can't let it show

I gotta drink up and be somebody, I have another round
I can't let my troubles find me, I gotta keep your memory down
Can't let you drive me crazy, can't let you win
I gotta drink up and be somebody again

Well, I can't spend my whole life grieving, I gotta find myself
I gotta put me back together, I gotta find me someone else
I don't make you think I'm happy everywhere I go
I gotta keep my hurt inside me, I can't let it show
I gotta drink up and be somebody

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If It'S Bumpin - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: If It'S Bumpin
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Cedrick Leonard, Kelvin Seldon, Warren Anderson Mathis, Gerald E. Hall

Lyric:
I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't consider
Got a loyal broad named Betty
Who know what to do with that chrome I give her

I'm on the shitter
Thinkin 'bout my bank account
And how to make it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your jewels

And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's
It ain't the liquor I'm really sick
Smokin' Shwag eatin' Crystal chicks
On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha

Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch

And leave you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck

Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it
I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]

And every time it's still just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here make the shit clear
Heard to y'all comes natural

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Step in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass

And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club
With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be
Better call a producer when you see me

And get your ass right back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin' upsize with the Gameboy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she don't say no
Then that mean she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy
And me and Bubba get bout it

We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin'
We stay up in the club y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'"

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts
You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her dinner

Maybe buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again
That put me in this backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's finest
Man Bo, go on snap again

Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'
It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases, I thank God for His graces

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold
Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

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C-Bonics - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: C-Bonics
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Smoke sumthin' tonight, drink sumthin' tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' tonight?)

Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah

Woah, my flow to dangerous
So y'all might as well hang it up, yup yup
'Cause I'll flip it and change it up
With the slang, swich the language up

Guess what I left wit this chi-di-dik, she waz thi-di-dik
Got my freak on and got my John li-di-dikd
All in the ri-di-dib, the bra sti-di-dip
Took her thong off and put gloss on her li-di-dips

She on the ji-di-dob, I'm gettin' sli-di-dopd
Bout to bang out, gettin' mouth, tryin' to dri-di-dive
I'm like hold up wait a minute
There's no rush, I'ma get way up in it

We goin' to ya cri-di-dib to do it bi-di-dig
And I'ma hit like I just did a vi-di-did
Den have fi-di-dun, whicha ti-di-doung
After I ki-di-done I'm out swiss we'r di-done

Who knows, who knows?

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Smoke sumthin' tonight, drink sumthin' tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' tonight)

Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah

Woah, my flow too dangerous
So y'all might as well hang it up, yup yup
'Cause I'll flip it and change it up
With the slang, swich the language up

I'm a v-i-issue play the strip on my gri-i-issle
I stay wit the p-i-istole on my hip
And I stay wit a clip full of me-i-issles
Gray wrist braclet full of cre-i-istles

I'll leave you cre-i-ipled
'Cause I'll be shootin' the tech like when the reff blow the whe-i-istle
But i'll do some B I wichu
If you be blowin' your nose and I ain't talkin' bout wit t-i-issue

My weed green like a p-i-ickle
Hop off the G4, hop in the G ni-i-ickle
Had to throw 24's on the v-i-ichle
And my smile get a broad's hard ne-i-iples

Who knows, who knows

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Smoke sumthin' tonight, drink sumthin' tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' tonight)

Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah

Now you know I'm a ladies man
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
May-bop Mercedes man
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

My watch cost 80 grand
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
I'm gettin' dat gravy man
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

Yea I used to sling on the strip
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
Me, singbing and the click
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

Now the whole world's sayin' my shh
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
I deserve ey'thing that I get
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

And you could be a rider but stay in you lane
'Cause word to my 5 I ain't playin' no games
If it's drama den I'm sprayin' dem thangs
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
Cats cant stop sayin' my name
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

'Cause I'm hot right now
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
I can't be stopped right now
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

Look at the charts I'm on top right now
(Na'm-talkn-bout)
The kid got it on lock right now
(Na'm-talkn-bout)

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Smoke sumthin' tonight, drink sumthin' tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' tonight)

Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
(Smoke sumthin' tonight, drink sumthin' tonight)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Who fuckin' tonight, is you fuckin' tonight)

Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah
Somebody say, yeah

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Ghetto - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: Ghetto
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): Ross Sloan, Kirk Jones, Francis Palacois

Lyric:
If your head is as big as Shamello's
If your bank is the check cashin' place
If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin' your legs
If you use grease that you used over and over again
If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
Then you ghetto, believe that

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Bein' ghetto, it's just the things we do sometime
Like hangin' your clothes on the oven to dry
But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
You put 'em on anyway and rock 'em halfway wet
First you wear, then return everything you buy
Always lookin' for a discount 'til the day you die
Got three kids by three different guys
And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot

You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
Drink from the container, put it back in the fridge
Knowin' damn well the shit was wrong you did
Put salt on your food before you even taste it
Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin' shit
You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

The ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what color you are
You could be white as chalk or as black as tar
And it really don't matter how much money you have
You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab
You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of a chicklet
Run into the kitchen wet for dishwashin' liquid
The water cold 'cause they shut off all your power
You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower

No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
But when you flush, the toilet always gets stopped up
And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
We never pay the rent, yo, we almost got evicted
If this shit is funny or offendin' you
Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto?
And just 'cause you poor, do that mean that you ghetto?
So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

Can you be rich and be ghetto
Can you be rich and be ghetto
Can you be rich and be ghetto
And if you gotta ask then you probably never know

Ghetto, East Coast is the ghetto
West Coast is the ghetto
South Side is the ghetto
Everywhere is the ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
I'll probably die in the ghetto

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Slap Somebody - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Slap Somebody
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Keith Murray, Erick S. Sermon

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Lyric:
I need a blunt 'fore I slap the shit outta somebody

Uhh, c'mon , get it up y'all
Uhh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, get it up y'all
Uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, I know y'all like this one
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, uhh, c'mon

Yo, you all niggas will never see my level
Rap so hot, I slap box with the devil
Tap a jaw, slap a bitch do what I like
Got a sociology and money like Reverend Ike
Yo, here's your rap eviction, get out the jurisdiction
Before I hit that ass with a cross a diction crucifixion

Editorial, news flash, extra, extra
Let this blast with yo stank ass
Face the ultimate challenge, style's got a lot of knowledge
Come in violence, leave in silence
This beat's a B, so come on take a swim
MC's can't float, don't worry about them

I'm a dupe like Patty, rich like Maddie
Slick like a caddy, but not your baby daddie
Girls, I got 'em locked, flavors come assorted
So pop that koochie girl, I can double joint it

This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
Who need a drink before you
(Slap somebody)
All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you
(Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
(Slap somebody)
I speak with more technique than karate 'cuz, I will
(Slap somebody)

Ayo, I'm strictly from the street, that's why I get love
Airin' dearin' niggas out in the back of the club
With the mic in my hand, just got paid
Take these suckers out till I get on stage

When the girls see my face and they all get excited
Dogs in the front row 'bout to start a riot
Too loud to be quiet, too wired to be tired
Yo E crank this shit up and get it started

Get the crowd funky like the whole place farted
MC's rest in peace like dearly departed
Then it's all in together now, let me show you how
I do it rock n roll style and dive in the crowd

Murray ain't the average MC, I got a lotta things
But don't act conceited when you see me on the street
I hang with the rich, keep it real with the poor
Kick hard metaphor, 'cuz that's what I'm here for

Catch me east of the sun or west of the moon
Lookin' butterfly like a caterpillar just cocooned
Smooth like Thug Passion over the rocks
So sporty they need to put me on a Wheaties box

This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
Who need a drink before you
(Slap somebody)
All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you
(Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
(Slap somebody)
I speak with more technique than karate 'cuz, I will
(Slap somebody)

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
In a special way to play on baby play
The way you shake that ass girl is somethin' drastic
Fabulous and fantastic

Fly like a B-52 hot stepper
Got Latinos yellin', "Wepa, ese loco, da le toto
Pese mi culo, pape chulo"

Whatever, the more the merrier
The longer the weave the scarier
My squad is Def and we ain't hearin' ya
B.E., to think quick with the speed of a cheetah
Strip down to my wife beater

Baby doll, shake what you got, I'm not a playa hater
I just dis a lot and don't slam the doors of the Mazzarati
Because, I will slap somebody

This is for the thugs in the clubs and the hotties in the party
Who need a drink before you
(Slap somebody)
All my cats on the corner who's packed in the shottie
Who need a blunt before you
(Slap somebody)
Rewind this jam and let it rock the party before, I
(Slap somebody)
I speak with more technique than karate 'cuz, I will
(Slap somebody)

Bring me up somethin' nice, cool to drink in this bitch before I
(Slap somebody)
Fix me somethin' hot to eat before I have to go outside and
(Slap somebody)
Throw your hands in the sir from side to side before I
(Slap somebody)
Slap, slap

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We Want Freedom - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: We Want Freedom
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Alan Bergman, Lavonne Alford, A Mair, Michel Legrand, V Williams, C Gavin, Marilyn Bergman

Lyric:
I was born black, I live black
And I'ma die probably because I'm black
Because some cracker that knows I'm black
Better than you nigga, is probably gonna put
A bullet in the back of my head!

Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt
All this shit we go through every day
Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do
But see I got my niggas

And we gone organize a people army
And we gone get control over our own lives
And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit
I Ching

Yeah, yeah imagine havin no runnin water to drink
Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink
Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors
And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law

Would you be ready for civil war
Could you take the life of somebody you know
Or have feelings for if necessary? I got cousins in the military
But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered

Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors
Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold
Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie
Tell me what you gone do to get free, we need more than MC's

We need Hueys, and revolutionaries
The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary
The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries
In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringing out the boy in us

But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do
Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu
Yes the peoples army stick together like glue
We represent the I-Ching and to this we stand true

Military formation, anyone participation is welcome
Each one teach one, son help son
Just one gun is all it take to get it started
Living in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

Yeah, I'm for peace
But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece
See we all want peace, but the problem is
Crackers want a bigger piece

Got it where the niggas can't get a piece
That's why police get stabbed and shot
'Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot
Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot

Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot
That's where a whole lotta niggas end up
My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up
When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here

I think about the things I fear in the comin years
Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though
I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams
And that's my fuckin' word

One day the whole world will smoke herb
And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

If you don't think it could happen think again my son
Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come
We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom
Cataclysm, niggas be like fuck the system

I don't wanna be no movie star, I don't wanna drive no fancy car
I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life

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Places To Go - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: Places To Go
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
Run nigga and stash it

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack
Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin up, now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal
Ha-ha-ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile road
You know, for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, Shady/Aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be doing much

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Places To Go - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Places To Go
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G Unit

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin'
Your should be stressin' up, I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson
Mac 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and Wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing
(God damn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again

Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy
You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's Shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a classic
When it's dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a Genie in that bottle of that Dom Perignon
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch 'em and dre
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break-it down)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me startin' shit, picture me bustin' my gat
Picture police man they ain't gotta picture of that
Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a sack
Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back

To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a gatt, you'se a target Jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent? Man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha-ha
Man I ain't goin' to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset boulevard
In Montreal
Ha-ha-ha
Ridin' around in one of dre's Farrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in detroit
Riding down 8 mile road

You know, for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, Shady,Aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ain,t shit you can do 'bout it

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Bone Bone Bone - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Bone Bone Bone
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Tim Middleton, J Goodman

Lyric:
Bone Thugs
Who be the niggas that be sneakin' the pistol up in the party?
Drink that 1-5-1 Bacardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody?
(Bone Thugs)

Keepin' it realer than real in the field
Niggas that's packin' that steel
Who be the niggas that sold over 30 million strong?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was dem niggas in black?
Who was dem niggas wit straps?
Who was dem niggas that's bustin' back at the goddamn law?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was dem niggas that Crept On Ah Come Up and did it Eazy?
Who was dem niggas that didn't get of they thang leadin' Cleveland?
(Bone Thugs)

Smokin' the weed or the fever, the reefa
That keep 'em a pot of that sweetest cheeba
Nigga yo, y'all know who that is
(Bone Thugs)

Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap
They got everybody tryna do that
Fuck recognizing nigga, they better respect, who, who, who?
(Bone Thugs)

I done told these niggas that Bone is the shit
So keep on rollin ya spliff and smoke a blunt to this shit
(Bone Thugs)

Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets?
Number one on the charts? And who was the nigga that's pullin' ya card?
And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart
(Bone Thugs)

And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder?
My niggas, my niggas will hurt ya
You better believe it, when we comin' to serve ya
(Bone Thugs)

We be dem niggas fo' life, we tighter than tight, doing what we like
And who was the nigga that told ya to get down for your rights?
(Bone Thugs)

Now, who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everythang pause?
So fresh, so clean, no flaws, who be the rawest clique you done saw?
(Bone Thugs)

Damn right, we keep it original out of da door
Hit him up quick wit' the flip flop flow
Then we introduce you to Mo
(Bone Thugs)

Dem niggas that reignin' supreme, hustled to conquer our dream
Forever untouchable team
What nigga be out here gettin' this green?
(Bone Thugs)

Blowin' green, rollin' the hood, glock cocked on safety
And who be the niggas that knew you was fake?
But stayin' away from y'all lately
(Bone Thugs)

Lil Layzie be da nigga statin' da facts
And you can put this on Stack
'Cause muthafucka we back
(Bone Thugs)

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Who be the niggas that thug in the back of the club?
Ready to scrap, nigga buck, nigga what?
Who be the niggas that check ya, disrespect ya?
(Bone Thugs)

Who be the niggas that wanna maintain?
And do them thug thangs?
But if disrespected who gon' let it bang?
(Bone Thugs)

Who was the niggas we rushed? Who was dem niggas that talk about us?
Who was the nigga that say that the thugsta mentality?
Better him than us
(Bone Thugs)

Bone Thugs finally let loose
Total control who's business is it anyway?
(Bone Thugs)

Gotta life, better leave it alone, been supressed too long
Now, that we out on our own, ya gotta see the free Bone
(Bone Thugs)

Who be the niggas that come in anybody hood and straight kick it?
Who be the niggas that always got the weed
The drink and dyme bitches?
(Bone Thugs)

I'm tired of hearin', 'What happened to us?'
'When will we hear a Bone bust?'
Who be the niggas that's bringin' that thuggish ruggish no matter what?
(Bone Thugs)

Believe we nothin' but truth, what would the game do?
Without you know who? Niggas that say and do
What they want to
(Bone Thugs)

This rap game terror, money, murda mo and all that good shit
Scandalous niggas, respect this
(Bone Thugs)

Ask about my 20 inch deep dish rims
Son of a chicken, it ain't no friends, when it come to the end
And I'ma say word to gangstas, real killas wit money to burn
Sayin' we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world
(Bone Thugs)

Thank God that I had a father, I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister
When I was 14 like cancer victims
(Bone Thugs)

Uh huh, 'cause haters they get quarantined
Women they comin' with sorcery
I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed
(Bone Thugs)

Burn me, don't bury me, hurry before my mama come see me
Somebody call Johnny Cochran
Some niggas they wanna be Biggie
Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac

But I just wanna be Bizzy
As soon as they hear me, they spit me
Like Richard Simmi
Don't run away, where's your nuts at?

It's the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that
Trust that, what's packin'
(Bone Thugs)

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone Thugs

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Cali Chronic - Lyrics - The Movement - Harlem World

Title: Cali Chronic
Album: The Movement
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): Andre Hudson, Marhsall Jones, Leroy Bonner, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Ameen Burns, Chauncey Hawkins, Gregory Webster, Michael Foster, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morris, Norman Napier

Lyric:
Turn it up

Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
'Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
Thug, against all odds, like Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then wake up

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
'Cuz I'm down for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever

Niggas hate to see a G come up
Young niggas that run up get gun up
That's the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even wink and yo' ass get killed, all out

This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay

Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you
Harlem U.S.A be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum

It's hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat 'cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me

This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay

Now, we drink Colt '45, tote 45's
Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, "Foo, what you in for?"
Jail mental', named Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was silent than braille
In '83 was the first with hydraulics

Caught his first bid dealin' with narcotics
And had Day tons and always kept 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and converse
And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my grip
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never sleep on it
I went from Harlem to L.A. fool, so speak on it

This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay

This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay

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Show 'Em - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Show 'Em
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, James Edward Thomas, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mc Cain, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Shit, who Bone Thugs?
Hell yeah Bone Thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking 'bout?
Mmm huu

Shit nigga I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?

Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink
Here nigga, here some Hennessey

Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone Thugs Negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink

And tha haters can't stand it
They can't believe it Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
(Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga)
Ruthless Records

What, what rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather
Ooh-eee
Better call the police
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas
(Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name)

Will they prostitute me?
Will they prosecute me?
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch

Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?

Come kill me hater, murder with the AK
Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town
Northcoast keep goin'
Ready for the Midwest invasion y'all niggas keep growin'

But know that I know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit
Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone

Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead
And even though we know niggas bust back
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks

Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat
Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know
Everybody on the floor

And this ain't no goddamn joke
Nigga, break yourself or get broke
All I want is the money my cash flow
And I'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland
We gotta get even

Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin'
And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin'
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load 'em
Never forgot how to shoot 'em

Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped
And we goin' shut this whole thang down

Going out with a big bang, pow
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me

Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch

It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
Til the law ends, flossin'

Rollin' in my Benz I go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin' cry

Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short

Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse
Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor
Nigga, let Stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love

Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public

If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat

Might as well say
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin'?
Layzie goin' out blastin' I'm smashin' on
Any muthafucka who be thinkin' they gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action

I crept and I came, down for my thang, man
It's a different game
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I'ma keep it the same
Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame

It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Every time, I keeps it real with shit you can feel
Still to the glock glock

Aw yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun

Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me? Will you die for me?
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?

There he go, now slowly approach start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real
'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way

Fuckin' with my money 'cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with
'Cause I really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch

Now you know that we ain't into
That rappin' back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about
But you on that hoe shit

Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow
One bullet for this silly muthfucka

Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the T H U G?

Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin' hog
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin', bitch, skeeze me

Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin'
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling nigga, with a mob
And creepin' through the neighborhood robbin' damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run

It's your chance
Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you
I'm a unique Bone Thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone

The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck
See the villain trudgin', nigga, peelin' slugs

A muthafucka here to show you
Who the realest thugs and that's us, the original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real, I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes

Yeah niggas, Bone back in the house once again
Bringin' y'all niggas that real shit
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh
Wanna say what's up to all
Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit

And fuck all y'all player hatin' ass
Clonin' ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas
We told y'all niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal

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Pitch In On A Party - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Pitch In On A Party
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Momma I know you said you wanted
A record that you could listen to
With no cussing and shit
I tried but I still gotta do this

Jinga, jinga we've got the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first singer
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyways
Rich, bald, bitch called and fly, anyways

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas, don't try niggas

I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch
'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper

You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga, pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Alright, somebody play the potato, let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again

Kicking niggas out, hand cuffing and stuffing
They banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt
And won't pass the shit

Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of white star about to hide it

'Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches
Wanna come in here and play?

That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go?

Some of you niggas I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush, empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush

Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out

Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
To the sounds, now some

Y'all done, fucked up, get out, get on
Speed up nigga, get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm here for, K go

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

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Say What You Say - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Say What You Say
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ronald Feemster, Andre Young

Lyric:
So I'm out the game huh?
Huh? Yo Dre, we ridin'
Whatever
Haha! Well I'm witcha homies
Okay, let's handle the small shit

I was born to brew up storms and stir up shit
Kick up dust, 'cos 'til I slur up spit
Grew up too quick went through too much do too much shit
Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch!
Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr. Butters worth
Dre told me to milk the shit for what it's worth
'Til the cow just tilts and tips and stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep goin'

First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches pulled no punches that's weak shit
Fake shit, if I ever take shit I'll eat shit
Wasn't for him, wouldn't be shit

Creep wit me, as we take a lil' trip down memory lane
Been here longer than anyone in the game
And I ain't got to lie about my age
(But what about Jermaine?)
Fuck Jermaine!
He don't belong speakin' mine or Timbaland's name
And don't think, I don't read
Your lil' interviews, and see what you're sayin'
I'm a giant, and I ain't gotta move 'til I'm provoked
When I see you I'ma step on you and not even know it

You midget, Mini-me with a bunch of little Mini-yous
Runnin' around your backyard swimmin' pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven year olds

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss
From a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a duori
We'll rub it in, every club you're in will have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a-fuckin' gain
Dre ain't havin' it, long as I'm here to play Devil's Advocate

If there was some magic shit
I could wave over the industry that could save it when I'm gone
And buried to make sure the tradition carries on, I would
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn't, not even if I could
From the hood and I'm a hornet
And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered

And I'ma only sucka punch and swing without warning
And swing to knock somebody's fuckin' head off
'Cause I know if they get up I won't get a chance to let off
Another punch I'm punk rock, no one's punk
Don't give a fuck! White 'Pac, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up and sell a mill'
And grow up, to be Atilla, go nuts and be a pillar

And I'm, somethin' of a phenom'
One puff of the chron', I'm unstoppable
I'm alive and on top again
There's no obstacle that I can't conquer
So come along with us
(Come on!)

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I'm about fast cars and Aliza, partyin' all day
But I handle my business 'cause it's work before play
Don't look for trouble but I'll serve you gourmet
However you want it, you can have it your way
You fuck my night up I'ma fuck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin' it your way
That goes for anyone who walks through that doorway

'Cause this is my space, you invade it, live to regret it
And you die tryin' to violate it
Fuck around, get annihilated, eyes dilated
Heh, like my old lady
'Cause what you say is what you say, sometimes what you mean
Is two different things, dependin' on your mood if it swings
Think too many things
Little hit of Dre's weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact then I'm gone and I'm back
I speed right and my loose leaf's my launchpad

And I can pull any string
Don't have to prove anything, catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk shit about Dre?
You better get a vest, and invest
In somethin' to protect your head and neck

And it's back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I'm best
In the booth, but a lot of truth is said in jest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I'ma die a sudden death
Five mics in the source? Ain't holdin' my fuckin' breath
But I'll suffocate for the respect
'Fore I'll breathe to collect a fuckin' check

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

'Cause what you say is what you say, say what you say
How you say it whenever you sayin' it, just remember
How you said it when you were sprayin' it
So who you playin' with, huh huh huh huh?

Watch your fuckin' mouth
Yo this Timbaland, tell them I said suck my dick!

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Hell Yeah (Remix) - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Hell Yeah (Remix)
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Gene Thornton Jr., Terrence Le Thornton, Brian Williams, Robert S Kelly

Lyric:
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, Genuine

Chitti chitti bang bang boom like a pow
Everybody up in the club gettin' wild
Drinks everywhere, the crowd is real loud
Looks like we gonna be here for a while
I'm so drunk, I'm just droolin' at the mouth
Tryin' to get somebody to take me to my house, so
So now where my car keys at? And where my money at?
I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at
Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits
And hit the after party with G and them boys Clipse

Your a ooo ooo ooo
Look out for the po po
Ooo ooo ooo
Smokin' on the dro dro
In them Air Force One's and all white band new tees
Plus I got these two honeys tryin' juke on me
You've got the ignition and girl, I've got the key
It's the Pide Piper so people follow me

So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much too many 'cause we ridin' tonight
And it's that pimp talk, that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, playa ya just start
See we're fresh with Air One's, Lexus and big drums
White shirt, plenty chicks, plenty Kris, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
The Prada, the Gucci, it's all in the bird fun

I'm sittin' in my truck, stakin' the club out
Kill this last sip and go wild the fuck out
I walk up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in the atmosphere
So girl quit frontin' and get you ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner with honey's taking flicks
Baby in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped now, low cut and a pic
G and Big Tymers together, that's a hit

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Oh what? It's on me?
Let's go

I'm in the club with it on me homie
And homie you don't know me, I don't want it
I just want to find a roney to go home with
Not hold the phone with, spend money on it
Chick, I'm on gotta have her own shit
And no, I'm never lonely or alone without that chrome
And I only keep it on me just in case we don't click
Don't confuse the club atmosphere, we're strapped in here
And just might explain malisses mack affair

55 thousand Prada pink wrist
Two years ago, nigga never pictured this
Raise up the Kris, watch the bottle shake up
Rollie like it was dipped in foundation, makeup
Nah Ma, this is not your Jacob
This is what you call presidential cake up
Shake your money maker until the night break up
Then be on your way as soon as your ass wake up

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell? Yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24's like hell? Yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell? Yeah

Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix
Woah, it's the remix

It's the cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pide Piper y'all
Cash, money y'all, it's The Clipse y'all
It's Ginuwine y'all, The Pipe Piper y'all

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