Get To Poppin - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Get To Poppin
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): A Perez, Maurece Richards, Brian Kidd, A Riberio

Lyric:
Here I come

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Money, cars, stars, they be ballin'
Playas, pimps, dem hoes, dey be callin'
Microphone check, one, two, four
Who? Fourth is you

I shut da whole block down like motherfuckin' PD
Niggas wanna be me, dem fiends come to see me
Crack, rock, da block is hot
Dem niggas hatin' on me for da hoes dat I got

But I ain't even trippin' off a trick a bit
'Cause y'all motherfuckers, I ain't hittin' on shit
Broke ass nigga, joke ass nigga
Mess around and be a little smoke ass nigga

Rich Boy chillin', Polo chillin'
What mo' can I say, we 'bout millions
That's what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo' hood

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Dem boys be stillin', dem boys dealin'
Up in da hood, dem boys killin'
I'm cold, put ya sweaters on like lil' Charlie Brown
I got enough rounds to lay da whole place down

Thirty-five thousand dollar watch
Two-hundred thousand dollar drop
Three million dollar spot, one, two, it don't stop
Bitch, get your money, hustle up, bubble ten double up
You a real motherfuckin' squirrel, tryna get a nut

From top to yo' bottom, dem hoes, I got 'em
Don't ask me how, don't know who shot 'em
You snitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Mess around, getcha self killed, little nigga

Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

Rich boy chillin', Polo chillin'
What more can I say? We 'bout millions
Dat's what we get, we got it good
And you know we in yo' hood
When niggas get to poppin'

When niggas get to poppin'
Get, get down, get, get, g-get, get down
Get down, get, get, g-get
When niggas get to poppin'

When niggas get to poppin'

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Get It Poppin - Lyrics - All or Nothing - Fat Joe

Title: Get It Poppin
Album: All or Nothing
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Andre Lyon, Joseph Cartagena, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Crack, yeah, Scott Storch y'all
Dirty, Crack, c'mon

It's two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin')

I said, it's two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin')

I got that black no limit American Express card
Mami you can get whatever you like
Plus I got that all-black Phantom, it's tinted on four sides
Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside

Mami tell me do you like it, I know you like it
It's written all over your face don't fight it
You like it, more than I like it
So put it all over your face don't bite it

From rags to riches, club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious
And we can get it poppin' in the bathroom
Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him

Then we can all fuck
It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all awestruck
We pissy drunk off of Seraphim
I'm up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin', let me in

It's two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin')

It's two up in the mornin' now
And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin')

Get it poppin', go 'head and drop it
It's written all over your face, don't stop it
Just drop it, more like it's hot miss
Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe

Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I
Put a drink on it and I came right back
She would never talk to a lame like that
In my ear screamin', how you got a name like Crack

Crack, similar to Mike Jones
Say my name enough, then I'm takin' you home
You know I walk with I talk with
I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone

What I look like, not takin' at least
Three to six women out the club with me
Now we back to the fuck pad, call it the fuck pad
'Cause all these bitches fuckin' with me, talk to 'em dirty

It's two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)
Now what'chu gon' do?
(Gonna get get get it poppin')

Well it's two up in the mornin' and
Them niggaz try'n hate on your crew
Nigga, what'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin' boy)
Yeah, what'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')

Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion
What'chu call it, suicide, it's a suicide
And if them niggaz talk shit 'cause they drunk off that potion
They commitin', suicide, it's a suicide

Let's get it poppin' my niggaz, cook, yo
I got a shotty my niggaz, oh, Lord
I feel sorry for your mudda fucker, give a fuck what you say
Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

It's two up in the mornin' girl
And the DJ playin' that song
Now what'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')
Now what'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')

It's four up in the mornin' now
And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu
Girl, what'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')
What'chu gon' do?
(I'ma get get get it poppin')

C'mon, yeah, it's Crack, what'chu gon' do?
Cafe [Incomprehensible], all my people in there partyin'
All the party people across the world
Ladies, "Things of that Nature"

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Get It Poppin' - Lyrics - Unleashed - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Get It Poppin'
Album: Unleashed
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Kasseem Dean

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Lyric:
One, two, one, two, Bow Weezy, Swizz Beezy
Ladies an' gentlemen
Ladies to da flo', da fellaz to da flo'
As we go a lil' sumthin' like dis

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

Listen, take a few minutes to mellow out
The name's Weezy, girls, I wanna tell about
How I have 'em yellin' at da top of dey lungs an'
Let's get it poppin', let, let's get it jumpin'

Ain't nuthin' to da young dog, run y'all, charts lock
Soon as I bark, I'm amongst top
B.Wizzle, Swizzle
Is you crazy, baby? I'm rainin', dem boys just drizzle

No mo tryna be like Mike
'Cuz even Mike Jordan's two boyz wanna be like I
All I eva hear when da girls go by is
Why am I so fly? I don't know, but uh

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

I go by the name of Bow Weezy an'
All tha other lil' homies be easy an'
I gotta do my thang to get da cheese again
You can't see me, ya betta believe me, mayne

Now I'm back for ya, to da Swizz track for ya
Wanna get it jumpin'? I can gets dat for ya
It's me, please, wouldn't believe
The ease that I run thru dem sucker MCs

B.Dub like fist to gloves
I fit snubs an' Swizz da mix its like drugs
So, watch the clubs get hi yi ya
Feel like Cali when I drop by, why?

Bodies drop an' all da mami's faintin'
Watch tha candy paint change, gangsta ain't it?
Ain't since I dropped da anus in da drop
Get aquainted wit da hottest in entertainment

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

I go by the name of Bow Weezy an'
All tha other lil' homies be easy an'
I gotta do my thang to get da cheese again
You can't see me, ya betta believe me, mayne

I can't lie, I love B.O.O.T.Y, why?
'Cuz I neva let it walk on by
When I see it in dem Shago jeans
Crazy how baby legs bustin' from da seams

Like uh huh uh, all ova da track
Told her, "Pardon me, get up in da lac"
Just sit inside [Incomprehensible] an' relax
She was Mitchell an' Ness da way she threw it back like, uhh

Why must I chase da cat?
As I blaze da track, it's near da high hat
Da baseline is mine, da modern time canine phenom
Now y'all sing it line from line an' c'mon

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let's get it jumpin'
C'mon, let's get it poppin'
C'mon, let, let's get it jumpin'

I go by the name of Bow Weezy an'
All tha other lil' homies be easy an'
I gotta do my thang to get da cheese again
You can't see me, ya betta believe me, mayne

Ok, one two, one two, one two, one two, one two
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two
You just heard da sounds of Bow Wizle, Swizz Beatz
It's serious, mayne, [Incomprehensible] you a grown man, dog, c'mon

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Jigglin - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Jigglin
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Motherfuckin' wigglin'

Motherfuckin', motherfuckin' wigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Motherfuckin' wigglin'

Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

Now jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

I'm from the land of the booty booty droppin' droppin'
Pussy hoe poppin', knockin'
Niggaz eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket
Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket
Pussy start wars, turn bitches into stars

Get goose behind bars, then smoke like cigars
I prefer swishas befo' I lick her
I got a tree for this trick, this dick a skeeter
I come, if she came, I win to see her

So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
This stacks is on deck, this bitches don't second this, somebody bail
That's why the pussy club sell 'coz a nigga rather pay money
Just to see a tail, then they go to the house for his bitch to raise hell
And plus every time she said no, they say yeah, so we are go fish

Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

When it go wobblin' and shakin', we love to see 'em get naked
So we be spendin' the money to see how up she'll take it
She work that thang on the pole, when she be slidin' down slow
If you ain't been to a booty club, then your ass wouldn't know

So let me paint a picture to make it a bit cleara
I love the club but I don't love no strippaa
Yeah, I'm a tippa, that's why I'm in the club
To see her shake her ass but I ain't fallin' in love

She shake it like a salt shaker, see you now, see you later
Ying Yang Twins, it the strip hoes motivator
Make that pussy poop if you wanna get the loot
Now bend over, touch your toes, let me see you get low

Make your left cheek jump and your right cheek jump
Now roll, roll, roll, roll, roll that rump
I love to see a naked hoe dance, no, I ain't wit that romance
She wibble, wobble and shake it, shawty love to get naked

Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')

Yo, you know how to do it
Aight, yep

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Get It Poppin - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Get It Poppin
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Natoya Handy, Jim Jones, Andre Parker

Lyric:
Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck
I don't do the baby, sumthin' like a rubber nut
Sumthin' like a hustler, got it runnin' through my blood
You aint bout dat money, well, honey I don't give a fuck

Trynna ball wit a hoodie on cost about a stack
Got my booty shorts on but you cant see da stash
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
He put it on me good and I throw it right back

I'm a playa, I'ma pimp
I'll stick ya up for ya cheddar and all ya chips
Gimme da keys, I want da juice
Da credit cards, Da dogs and house too

Dey see I'm doin' me, dey see I'm gettin' paid
I still be in da hood, representin' for da days
Mercedes wanna hate, try to stomp em
I'ma fake, o it's all in da game but I'm still gettin' cake

If you a G, lemme see
You ain't gotta pay for da dinner, it's on me
Let's get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty

We got da cash, buy out da bars
Drop da tops out da celing, you see da stars
We get it poppin shawty, I get it poppin shawty
We get it poppin shawty, we get it poppin shawty

Now what bitch don't want me, young rich G
Gun beneath da seat, pushin' a hundred on da V
Hand on da rocks two seater what you call dat
Lambergini drop, two divas how ya solve dat

Easy just loosen up da bra strap, make 'em feel sexy
Push dat seat to da coupe back
And den you let da breeze do da four play
And den you let da V do da horseplay

Turn da city streets to a horse race burn rubber
And word motha I got no cover Hoes love us
And I only fear da Lord above us
So if you want me come and get me make it good muhfucka

Tell da hatas cuff at dat
I play wit paper by da ten stack
I love ladies wit a shoe fetish
I tell her baby I got a coupe fetish, you wanna ride wit a G

If you a G, lemme see
You ain't gotta pay for da dinner, it's on me
Let's get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty

We got da cash, buy out da bars
Drop da tops out da celing, you see da stars
We get it poppin shawty, I get it poppin shawty
We get it poppin shawty, we get it poppin shawty

Now 'bout to get it poppin if you ready for us
Startin' wit dem shoppin' sprees, I'm givin' honts so dey know it
Who said love don't cost a thing I'm from da city
Were da chicks are thick

Blingin' on dey neck and wrist and niggas poppin bottles
While da ladies rock dey hips

You get to know me and I'll teach you somethin'
To go from lil' money flossin' to doin' super stuntin'
I'm always griindin' so I'm gettin' money stick wit me and you'll go far
Dem otha chicks dey come a dime a dozen

You say dat you a G, well nigga let me see
I'll take you places where you neva thought dat you would be
I got a sassy mouth and yea I'm from da south
And you could tell because you see my ass and hips poked out

I'm best dressed no doubt, lets go it ain't no thang
Princess I'm da chick and don't forget my name
And this here wont change, you betta sho respect
Or we'll really get it poppin, Jha Jha, Crime Mob, and Dipset

If you a G, lemme see
You ain't gotta pay for da dinner, it's on me
Let's get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty
I get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty

We got da cash, buy out da bars
Drop da tops out da celing, you see da stars
We get it poppin shawty, I get it poppin shawty
We get it poppin shawty, we get it poppin shawty

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Best Dress - Lyrics - Todd Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Best Dress
Album: Todd Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Pharrell L Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

54-11's poppin' wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before the Hamptons

You was a ghetto queen and a diamond in the rough
You was so beautiful and the world was so rough
Your man was locked up cause the cops popped up
You dropped out of school on top of that you knocked up

He was yo' crush, you was his crutch
He'll be gone a dime and it's hard to stay in touch
Your moms say you stupid but you love him so much
Now it's, broken dreams and broken Beemers in the dust

Standin' up on a crowded bus, for college courses
Stay on course when it gets rough, you never lost it
Stay strong baby trust, you'll be back flossin'
Diamond studs and linen crush keep your head up

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

Her boyfriend's comin' through with them hickeys on his neck
He claims he's lovin' her but never shows her no respect
All she knows is neglect, a lifetime of stress
Big momma, huh momma, now lil' momma is next

You can see the effects of gettin' treated incorrect
'Cause she let the cycle continue, make excuses for his steps
Her girlfriends tried to warn her, all he wanted was the sex
Once he get it, then he gone, then it's on to somethin' fresh

Somethin' new, nothin' borrowed, nothin' blue, no weddin' dress
But that's aight, you still young, you got your lifetime left
You gotta leave all that alone, find yourself
There's no love until you love you remind yourself

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

To all my ghetto girls all around the world
You know the ones with the weaves and the Shirley Temple curls
Keep fightin', uh baby girl keep fightin', yeah, yeah
To all my ghetto queens survivin' by all means

There's a rock and a hard place you somewhere in between
Keep fightin', uh baby girl keep fightin', yeah
To all my single mommas you been strugglin' with drama
Doin' what you gotta but still keepin' your honor
Keep fightin', uh, baby girl keep fightin', yeah yeah, sing it

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

Get your best dress on tonight
Get your best dress on tonight
Get your best dress on tonight

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We In Here - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: We In Here
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Willie James Clarke, Joaquin Dean, Earl Simmons, Clarence Henry Reid, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Game time, let's go, we in here
It's time to bring the East Coast back, baby
New York, The Dog, we in here
We talkin' 'bout the Swizz and the dog
Wasn't gonna terrorize y'all n***?
You can't be serious, Ruff Ryders

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

Six number one albums, imagine that
Cats' is sick 'cause dog got his swagger back
If that s*** go, naw, I ain't havin' that
But they don't want it, I'ma still grab the bat

Think I give a what? I'ma 'Get down, go hard' type of what
'Bring it to the yard' type what
Four, four, one, zero, five, fourteen thousand
Ten, ten haze the street with the housin'

C-76, remember me, grrr?
I'm that *** that for life, gon' be yo' enemy
F*** around, got my weight up, weight up, brought up
N*** gettin' ate up, straight up, what the f***?

Come on, vato, this is just not your day
So stop tryin' to be macho, aight, yo?
You don't wanna fight, yo, I get's my strap on
Put n*** lights out, clap on

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

We don't bark no more, we bite
What? From the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin' but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
*** wit the 'Line? It's a rizzy

S*** ain't the same, cats done changed the game
*** it, all y'all niggaz is lame, what's my motherf*** name?
Twenty million records sold
While y'all what is strugglin' to go gold

Come on, papi, can't none of y'all what stop me
Yahmean? Y'all what is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada
Cats talk about a whole lotta

Prada, Gucci, ESCADA, Louis Vuitton, come on
What up with what's really goin' on?
What's hood? Cats ain't killin' nuttin' but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box wit'chu in it
So if you got's the whip, you better get on
'Cause if I pull up on, it won't be for Grey Poupon

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw
Run up in that f*** buildin', kick down the door
Y'all don't want no f*** problems wit X
Y'all don't wanna see them four-legged piece
Wit them collars on they necks

Wit them *** downstairs wit the tech, you know the rest
*** it, blow it, y'all n***, grrr, I take respect
Dog's *** hot, that's why y'all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch what on some cozy s***, what

With Chinese slippers and silk scarves on
N*** out here tryin' to get his bark on
Wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface it, that n*** make s***
That's somethin' that'll happen, *** wanna brace it

And for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gon' front, that 'Pon De Replay' s*** was kinda hot
Not, how you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack me for the streets, it ain't happenin'

We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it started, get it started again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
We gon' get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again
Follow me now, we in here

We in here
We in here
We in here
We in here
We in here

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12 - Get My Gun - Lyrics - D12 World - D

Title: 12 - Get My Gun
Album: D12 World
Artist: D
Composer(s): Von M Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus B Johnson, Steve King, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Luis Resto

Lyric:
I'm goin' to get get my gun

This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass, calm down, no you calm down
Man, what's you're problem? Fuck that

The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me? Man
He wasn't poppin' shit, you heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? That shit, you heard him
He asked for your autograph

A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigger
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyones nightmare
A nigger that can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do

Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hangin' in a NOC's car

All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat through people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers lookin' as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin', duckin'

Squatin' under trucks and screamin' "That niggers bluffin' "
I cuff my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal lettin' the heat blow

Heat sleep hoes got it in, you're neepo
'Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

My whole outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla when them hollow tips dug threw you're skin

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back, right to put your blood on you're friends
Make a run, got a hint, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets flow at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the night clout, guns, clips
(I'm goin' to get my )
Fuck that, run bitch
Hit the street talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no profit to be home crowd homie

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta come to me
With some dumb shit
Fuckin' I done told this motherfucker
Wassup bitch? Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm goin' to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck
My shit is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, good for nothing
Mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup bitch? Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick
Bounced of it ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his bitch on the way back hit his friend

Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone or
(I'm goin' to get my gun)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
Everybody bustin' rounds like they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup now?
They bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm shit down
(Chill out man, chill out)

Fuck that I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like some grown man shit
Then we, then we could talk about our problems, couldn't we?
Just shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

I guess not, you wanna resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step between us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that I'll be right back
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, fuck you
You ain't disrespectin' me like that

(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
(I'm goin' to get get my gun)

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Phillips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, this is what the fuck happens

Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out

Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton John naked

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Meal Ticket - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Meal Ticket
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Eight Ball Percy Miller, Mjg Raymond Poole, Ug

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Lyric:
My potna gave me fifty dollar, put me in the game
I been slangin' weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin' dem bouldas, slangin' dem quarters
I got 'em 2 for 3, God dammit, I'm a balla

Pushin' in weight from state to state
Niggaz ridin' dirty on my mobile phone, it's UGK
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin' on?"
I said, "What's really happenin?" He said, "I gotta pocket full of stones"

Now P, be dat new kid on the block
36 OZ's choppin' up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga
Rest in peace to 2Pac and the rest of y'all thug niggas

Playaz hookin' up, tryin' to make work
Sendin' work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin' lavish, caviar and cabbage
Peppers and beans and grits and cabbage

Down south hustlin', ballin', slangin'
Niggaz teamin' up, some niggaz gang bangin'
Used to drink 40s, now it's mo whet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's Benz's and vets

Beckett on my fingaz, Rolex watches
Hoes on the block, bounce that ass, I mean pussy poppin'
Label me an alien, just like Outkast
'Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast

'Cause I'm 'bout it, y'all know I'm rowdy
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if y'all doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
'Cause we tryin' to get a meal ticket from these streets

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

8-ball and MJG, south side representin'
A nigga came to mention these hoes can't touch my pimpin'
Mobbin' through the swamp, P and me and G and UGK
Somethin' that a muthafucka fuck, what these hoes say?

'Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches drivin' me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo' baby? Honey, call me the Shady, maybe
Construct the thinkin', we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave

Captain save 'em, pay 'em, before you get to lay 'em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play 'em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon' pay me
Pimpin' ain't dead baby, just ask MJG

Who be I? MJG, he be me but if I was he
And you was I, who would you see? One of us is just
That when ya hungry, I do it only, pertainin' bustas
Fakes, and phonies, about that money, where my ticket?

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin' good
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm feelin' on the great ballin' in the slant back
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac

Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone
I done 'bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin' ain't dead, ya heard what I said? How the fuck is pimpin' dead?
Qhen bitches still givin' me head? Lickin' my ass if he'd be the deala

Suck the nut up out a [Incomprehensible] bucket slow down suave nigga
Now bitch I be the prison pushin' everythin'
A 4 for 4 doors, king of the quarters
Fuckin' with nothin' but queens and they daughters

Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin' in the Golden Gate, swish it out
Holdin' weight, I hits the block, I'm rollin' bait, them fiends come out
They know they got to stole the cake, I motivate

Fiends dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz
That ride with glocks and choppas where we out

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket

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Monster Music - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: Monster Music
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Gregg Green, J Steinman, Seon Thomas, Laron James

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Lyric:
Flutes, what?
Bring in the Opera man
Okay, yes, that's what I'm talking about
Let's do it
It's Santana
(Yep)
Heat-makers
All we need is the bass now

Uh uh, uh uh, uh
(Yeah)
Uh

This is marching music, this is monster music
Everybody get the fuck up, get to stomping to it
Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it
Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it
This is lovely noise, this is club knocking
This is razors out chump, this is club ox'ing
This is grab a bitch, get the club rockin'
Hit the bar, big spending, get the bub' poppin'

This is move, get the fuck out the way
Or get moved the fuck out the way you chump
Niggaz get tools the fuck in the club
Niggaz get moved the fuck in the club, don't play punk
Niggaz get schooled outside of the class from tryin' to be fast
Shots hot and pop in your ass nigga
Bitches cut school to get with the boy
Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy, it's big pimpin' here

Big lobster, big shrimp in here, big mobsters, big fish in here
Yeah, get your fishing gear, they'll flip you, yeah
They'll twista you, yeah, they'll let you know the Dips is here
Get it clear

This is monster music
This is country music
This is arms out
Bombs out, bombing music
This is launching music
This embalming fluid
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it

This is monster music
This is country music
This is niggaz, this is bitches
This is all our music
This is marching music
This embalming fluid
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it

My Kappa's, my sigma's, my clappers, my niggaz
My Alfa's, my Beta's, cowards and haters
Come style with the players, crack a thousand gators
Big gun, get wild and I'll spray you
Big gun, sit down for I spray you, or quick run
I'll shower you later, I don't mind nigga
I got nothin' but time nigga
Plus you ain't hard to find niggaz, three blocks from my niggaz

Where they squeeze glocks, divide niggaz
And that green top suplies niggaz, lean drop beside niggaz
Easedrop and watch niggaz, we cop and ride niggaz
Coke hard, go hard we block niggaz
Young Joe Clark lean on me, shots go off
Should've told you not to lean on me
Yeah, your bitch won't fuck you, I told her not to cheat on me
I think you're a clown she totally agrees with me

She comes over and she sleeps with me
Use the bathroom she pees on me
And goes home and eats with you
(Damn)
You a chump nigga, you a punk nigga
Get a grib, get your weight up nigga

This is monster music
This is country music
This is arms out
Bombs out, bombing music
This is launching music
This embalming fluid
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it

This is monster music
This is country music
This is niggaz, this is bitches
This is all our music
This is marching music
This embalming fluid
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it

Dip set let's get it on
Dip set let's get it on
Dip set let's get it on
...

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No Way Jose - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: No Way Jose
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Mike Leander, Ron Bryant, Eddie Seago, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Say I ain't got time, ain't got time

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold
Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed
And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees, dawg
And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin'
Gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin'
Want it green as a gecko, I'm respectful to some of ya'll
But some of ya'll be frontin', I don't owe shit to none of ya'll

I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in
Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in
Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits
The game is gettin' graphic but man I gots to have it
Some love a drug addict but it ain't no excuse
I got these money mackin' skills I'ma put 'em to use
And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough
And I refuse to let a so called ruin my stuff

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends
Passin' by, pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

I'm movin', ain't got nothin' to say
'Cuz 24 hours ain't enough time in a day
So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist
If a peck on the cheek means death watch for the kiss
Stay calm under pressure by any means or measure
Remember one's trash is another man's treasure
Business befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused
Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest?

I'm in the trenches face down in the game, bruh
And can't nobody know my real name, bruh
Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason
And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin'
Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day
In the truth, in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose, 'cuz I ain't got time

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
'Cuz I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Oh, I'ma get it together

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Yeah, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together

Say, I'ma get it together
Gotta get it together, gotta get it together
I've been grindin' forever
It's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah
Get it together, get it together
Said, I'll get it together

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I ain't got time

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On Tha Curb - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: On Tha Curb
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Mikel Cee, Ronald Ray Bryant

Lyric:
I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

Well that's the way I put it down R and D we faced the clown
Purple essence all around see me an' my folks we blaze the pounds
Ain't no brown it's all green, players know what the hell I mean
Gotta whole new scheme and a whole new dream
I just got me a triple beam
From a dope feen but he a homie though
Use to be a balla till he started using all his dough

Rock it up, chop it up, may me sack it up
They're true to the rules don't be no fool who always actin' up
An' they know woofin' they lovin' what these gentles cookin'
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money man

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

My play a dreams are magical, my top notch game is valuable
I'm stackin' my mathematical 'cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe
Well Las Vegas Nevada hoe, stripper international
Some big old tits and ass an all, she loves all by that grass I grow
Her schedule ain't flexible they all live in Mexico
Got a semi truck with hella blow and he scats across the border hoe
That's why the duck is comin' buckets posted on the gizzard
Blowin' sweets like they gots trumpets

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

Before I run out let me be cocky 'cuz I got the habit
That fluffy rabbit, that purple puss, that white magic
It got them feenin' for a mouth piece that be poppin' peas an'
Got them sick and queezin' can't let them haters be the reason
You takin' losses fuckin' off your credit that ain't cool
And then you wonder why these fools ride and blast at you
But that's the game and the game gonna take a stride
It's baby bash baby boy I come and take a ride

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

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True Story - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: True Story
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Bryon O Thomas

Lyric:
Right now we got a lil' youngsta
Lil' Doogie from the B.G.'z
Do what'cha gotta do mane
Say what'cha gotta say, Wayne

The rhymes you are about to hear are true
This some true shit

Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song
Tipped it on, talkin' 'bout 6th and Baronne
When the fuckin' lights on up early in the mornin'
All that muthafuckin' creepin'
Pissin' on the set when a nigga Dee, sleepin'

Pussy ass, you know you can't survive
You was creepin' through that third you must don't know it's do or die
Now that nigga on my list
A p-poppin' bitch no disresp', p-poppin' bitch no disresp'
P-poppin', p-poppin', p-poppin', bitch no disrespect to the tenth

But there's a pussy in your face and they can suck and dick
Ridin' and slidin' with all that workin' and twerkin'
You can't be no "G", 'cuz a "G" not down wit' jerkin'
Them niggas always comin' with that play
You want some real drama, why don't you bring that shit our way?

'Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk
Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk
Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax
Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack, bitch
I got my pistol close at hand, this for the real, real pussies in the can

The rhymes you are about to hear are true
This some true shit

Chuck fuckin' them niggas at night
They doin' bad and slangin' rhymes at the same time, ain't lyin'
Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater
Heard at Corn[unverified] he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader

Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
I'ma leavin' ya muthafuckin' thinking cap on the curb
Chuck got some mail? 'Cuz oh, yes, I'm comin' to get'cha
And if I don't get 20 G's, I'ma split'cha

I'm a murderer, server, nigga come try to test
Had to put'em to rest, no vest but one to the chest
But uh, you know you done fucked up don't cha?
Like Yella said, you mad 'cuz Ca$h Money didn't want'cha

Let's move across that water strapped with that A.K.
They got some wannabe crips, wanna bang, go to L.A.
Now you can claim, the East, North, West, or South
Mystikal fool, you can pump this dick right in your mouth

Them niggas be rappin', very much trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas to raise up, raise up, raise up

At first he was a cheerleader now he ain't that nigga to fuck wit
That goes to show you studio yeah that nigga buck quick
You duck sick when I catch'cha, you best to start to runnin'
Cuz I'm comin', start duckin', cuz I'm bustin' and pluckin', fuck it

Chuck, you big trick, you hoe bitch
Puttin' stank hoes in apartments and shit
And ummm, them niggas who help you get the money
You straight fuck 'em
When check time come, they gets nothin', you pluck 'em

And y'all hoes for lettin' him take it, hard rolled and fake it
Niggas best to look like skatin'
Now back to this muthafuckin' Mystikal, bitch
You wanna jump on a nigga like a morphodyke come jump on the dick

That's enough of this hoe shit on the real
If you don't spit "G" shit with skillz you can't pay bills I make mils
I close the shop for them niggas wanna shine
Sign on my nine when I put it on your mind into your spine

Don't whine, niggas can't handle me not hard
I'm the bitch who came to fuck up the party
When I catch'cha I'ma kill ya don't worry
This is another part of that fuckin' true story

Partners you bet not do no crime, get no time and go to jail
Cuz in that two man cell, best believe you gone get nailed
Mystikal you'z a hoe, it's time I let'cha know
Y'all ain't ready for Local five, got a boot camp fulla hoes

I'm gat totin', ready to leave your heart open
Bullets floatin', hot nine chambers smokin'
Uptown, ya bound to get y'all wig split
Y'all represent a 17th set that don't even exist

Now that's a shame, you reppin' just to get a name
You can't survive in this game 'cuz you niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit
Where caps get peeled and wigs bound to get split

I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
I'm bout to hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put you six in the ground

It's time a nigga put Big Boy where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit' tec-9 best believe it's on
Raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up, raise up

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Poppin' - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Poppin'
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris

Lyric:
S-s-say what yo' name is
Ooh yeah, that fits you girl
Tell me where you headed
Can I walk with you girl?

You got that look in yo' eyes
That look, like you give yo' boy here a good ol' time
And I'm on it, girl, that's right I'm on it, girl

See this is the first time I had a girl
Who looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl
You ain't gotta act like you shy

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk
And have a lot of fun

And I say shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin', ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

Uh uh, let me tell you, yeah
I'm tryna keep my swagger but you 'bout to have me, girl
Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh baby
Let's take ya to the hood so the people can see you, girl
Oh yes, you're mean and vicious, the way you switchin'

Now I say this is the first time I had a girl
Who looks at me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl
You ain't gotta act like you shy

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk
And have a lot of fun
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Shawty, shawty
She workin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

Shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Oh, poppin'

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
Shawty got me poppin'

You make me feel like a winner
Girl, I wanna say
Let me put my hands around your waist
While the background sing

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done, oh yeah
I'm about to have a fit
'Cause you're my number one

Shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

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Poppin (Remix) - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Poppin (Remix)
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Johnta Austin, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris

Lyric:
S-s-say what yo' name is
Ooh yeah, that fits you girl
Tell me where you headed
Can I walk with you girl?

You got that look in yo' eyes
That look, like you give yo' boy here a good ol' time
And I'm on it, girl, that's right I'm on it, girl

See this is the first time I had a girl
Who looks set me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl
You ain't gotta act like you shy

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk
And have a lot of fun

And I say shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin', ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

Uh uh, let me tell you, yeah
I'm tryna keep my swagger but you 'bout to have me, girl
Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh baby
Let's take ya to the hood so the people can see you, girl
Oh yes, you're mean and vicious, the way you switchin'

Now I say this is the first time I had a girl
Who looks at me on fire
I'm really tryna get to know you better, girl
You ain't gotta act like you shy

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done
And we gon' get crunk
And have a lot of fun
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Shawty, shawty
She workin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

Shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Oh, poppin'

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
Shawty got me poppin'

You make me feel like a winner
Girl, I wanna say
Let me put my hands around your waist
While the background sing

'Cause we gon' do something
Something is gon' get done, oh yeah
I'm about to have a fit
'Cause you're my number one

Shawty, shawty
She wearin' her hair, she breakin' them jeans
She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it
She keep it on and poppin'
Shawty keep it on and poppin'
Ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty
The way you wearing that top got yo' boy so hot
Ain't no mistaking, playing or faking
You got me open and waitin' and poppin'
You keep me on and poppin', ooh

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