Hot House Ball - Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

Title: Hot House Ball
Artist: Bruce Hornsby
Composer(s): Bruce Hornsby

Lyric:
We've lived around here most all of our lives
Did most anything we wanted to do
We will celebrate every 4th of July
Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do

Well don't light a match and don't play with fire
Pull down easy on the gas lighter
There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall
Living in the shadow of the hot house ball

We can dance in the streets any night or day
The big ball men built such a nice old park
One day we'll celebrate every halloween
Our faces as masks everyone glow in the dark

Well don't light a match, don't play with fire
Step real lightly round the barb wire
Keep the noise down to hear the meltdown call
Living in the shadow of the hot house ball

Temper's hot, better pray for rain
Better watch out now for the Gamma rays
It's party time at the government gate

Hey, don't light a match, don't play with fire
Pull down easy on the gas lighter
There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall
Living in the shadow of the hot house ball

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Drop It Like It'S Hot - Lyrics - Tha Block Is Hot - Lil' Wayne

Title: Drop It Like It'S Hot
Album: Tha Block Is Hot
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Kedrick Cordell Moore, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Drop, drop, drop, what, what, what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot
After you back it up and stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Now drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot, he he, listen

You know me girl, I'm a cash money millionaire look at my Rolie girl
Drop to your knees toss your hair ah ah slow me girls
Now hit it strong, won't be long, now catch it slowly girl
No he didn't say that, yes I did girl

I don't use rubbers and I don't plan no kids girl
I don't want your number, I want your trouble, in ya skins girl
Then after that, you can get it how you live girl
That's on the real girl, I'm a pimp girl

Get it twisted, I'll slam you like Shawn Kemp girl
I know my neck get it hot like a lighter girl
I just slap you a couple of times, never fight it girl
That's 'cause I likes it girl

And let me tell you somethin' girl, I am a player girl
So don't you try to play me 'cause I never save a girl
Do me a favor girl and wet the spot girl
And after you back it up, drop it like it's hot girl

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

First I need you to bend both knees
Wobble that ass right, then pop that pussy
The left one time, the right two times, woah
Show a nigga somethin', put it on a nigga mind, come on, come on

Now twirk it bitch, ain't no need to hold it in, what you workin' with
You want a hot boy, hear me, work it bitch
Then break a nigga off, let me hurt you bitch, let me hurt you bitch
I'm on fire yeah, I'm nasty and I'ma make you holler, yeah

Girl think I'm playin', I'ma freak ya down
I'm a show you how we do it over here uptown
I wanna hear you make them ooh, ooh B.G. Sounds
I wanna hear you say boy, aw you laid that down
Aw you laid that down, I'm hot yea, people say I'm off the block
But I won't stop till you drop it likes it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

I'm a rider boy, the hottest boy, respect me
'Cause I'm on fire boy, on fire boy
Got them trees, holler boy, holler boy
Bout my cheese, them dollars boy, dollars boy

I'm a seventeen survivor boy, with choppers boy
I got guns that go block a boy, block a boy
Y'all runnin' with a monster boy, reason Wayne callin' y'all
And I'm a mobster boy, hit it right I get my ball on like soccer boy

I keep it right I ain't gon' thaw it off I'm a Tymer Boy
Go up in flames block burner thats my motto boy
It ain't a game, I cock that 'cause I'm inside a boy
I'm a pimp, got a wife that'll holler boy

Catch her at the house steppin' out the shower boy
Shh, he he he he he, got a lotta boys
Claim to be soldiers but lies boy
And if I catch 'em, I'ma bat 'em and make 'em retire boy

Put a hump in your back and bend your rump
Hey, sexy little mama we can do the hump
And you can hurt me hurt me, sex me sex me, what
And after he finished, next me next me

Work it jerk it pull it hold it grab it, woah
I need it eat it beat it, silly rabbit, ooh
Woo hah stuck ya in the ass, ooh
Got this thang up in ya like a snake in the grass

I know you wish you could go home, go home
To a nigga with a dick like a python
Stay up in ya like a off the hook telephone
Got ya walkin' round with nothin' but a fuckin thong, what
Take the switch out on these freaks because 'cause I'm so wrong

So wrong, so wrong, so wrong
Drop, what so wrong, listen, listen, listen

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like it's hot

Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop, drop it like it's hot

They go wobblety, wobblety, wa a wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, drop drop it like it's hot
Make 'em wobblety, wobblety, wa a wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, wa a drop, drop it like it's hot

Now after you back it up then stop
Wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot
They gotta wobblety, wobblety wa a, wobblety, wobblety
Wa a wobblety, wobblety, drop, drop it like it's hot

Tell 'em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot
Make 'em after you back it up then stop
Then wha, wha, wha, drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot
Drop 'em like it's hot, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot drop, drop it like it's hot

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Stick Up - Lyrics - Beware Of Dog - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Stick Up
Album: Beware Of Dog
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Jermaine Dupri, James Iii Harris, Jerry Lewis, R.O.C

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Lyric:
Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

It's tha bow to the wow, ballin' it out
Get dough, ride low, that's all we about
In da house, talking 'bout it's tha young BG
With the 1 2 3 run, quick, see

How I give it to you in many different ways
Gotta get paid, put it down for my age, now
Hey, who keep the shorties reaching for me
I keep the party on the up and up

I chill in the cut where them fools throw it up
And the crew give me love
Dogg Pound pup for all you ladies
If you rolling with me then you know how it be, just

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Well, I came in the door spitting nothing but game
Came in making niggaz switch up their chain
Knowing they ain't see no parts of this hot boy
Keep something pop boy, stay on the spot boy

Only in the big toys with the chrome wheels
Making all kind of noise, dressed to kill
Me and my lil' dog with the girls ready to hit
So So Def baby we the ultimate, now is they ready yet?

Nah J I don't think so
Well, whatcha wanna do?
Let all these fools know
My goal is to hold
Get the green with the eagle
I'm all about control and I ain't even legal

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough, and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough, and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Now what'cha wanna do
Bang or bark, I'm a DPP with tha gangsta bark
Give it up to them ladies who bounce that thing
Hit 'em up with the playas who got phat game

Hey yo, but what's your name
Bow to the wizzow

Yippe yo yippe yeah, I'm up in da house
I'm a car knocker, jeep rocker, six locker
Girls stop for us and everything's proper
Drop it like this and then like that

Like that, like this for the ladies and gents who
Bump in the coupe, ride or you lose
If you wild, we wild
Let me holla at you too

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, don't nobody move till I say so
Hands, up in the air if you feel me
And if you like to party, make dough and ball it out
It's all right it's a stick up

Dance, hands, and
Dance, hands, and
Dance, hands, and

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Ll Cool J - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: Ll Cool J
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Jay Hawkins, George Spivey, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Aiiyo, Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo', man
You know what I'm sayin', Bimmy? Yeah
Feel this, baby

I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
(L L)
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
(Cool J)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' you see my hand, not what I got
(Cool J)

An' strictly evil in the big box
(L L)
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
(Cool J)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(L L)
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)

I'm incredible, well, nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky, throw dyke bitches in cages
Paid in full, European shit, fuck Avis

Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last year
But the L still here, watch face, crystal clear
The other chick that give me head while I shampoo her hair

Head tilted back, baby, no more tears
You mumblin' an' shit, duke, my flow more clear
Baby, listen here, I been gettin' paper for years
An' program directors who fronted, they disappear

An' grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs
For bein' over critical when Uncle get it on
I'll burn your magazine, God'll intervene
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, I'm

I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
(L L)
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
(Cool J)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' you see my hand not what I got
(Cool J)

An' strictly evil in the big box
(L L)
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
(Cool J)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(L L)
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)

Bandwagon niggas ride my dick everyday
An' broke ass critics always got somethin' to say
'Bout how a nigga should've flipped his shit a different way
The fuck you know 'bout hip hop? I'm LL Cool J

They send Bentleys for me, security escort me
Now you wanna run to the authorities an' report me
For being cocky towards those that cock block me
I'm makin' millions, no, nigga, it don't shock me

I'm supposed to have it, you never been close to karats
That's why you be poppin' that shit, jealous bastards
I ain't impressed by you, playa, that's that
Matter o' fact, gimme your autograph, dawg, on my nut sack

Y'all niggas benignin', not cool
You just got some white kids in the suburbs fooled
But your album's trash, from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off it an' use it for a rubber, I'm

I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
(L L)
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
(Cool J)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' you see my hand, not what I got
(Cool J)

An' strictly evil in the big box
(L L)
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
(Cool J)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(L L)
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)

Yo, seems like every rappers' the former Nicky Barnes
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, platinum, nine times in a row
Paparazzi flash while I snatch niggas' hoes

Live the lifestyles, so the average dime piece
Wanna have my lovechild an' roll L style
A man hostile but my Queens niggas run wild
So when I skate through niggas strain to smile

Peep my profile an' my iced out dial
I tap my horn, say, "What up?" but never smile
An' deuce ass niggas is noodles
An' your broke ass stripper weave is lookin' like a poodle

Excuse my French, je m'appelle 'LL'
I'm platinum again, so tell 'em to go to hell
Then pour some Cristal for my foes that fell
Hard as hell, they fell, I excel, rock bells, I'm

I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot
(L L)
An' I'm double platinum on the hot blocks
(Cool J)
An' the hottest nigga in the whole spot
(L L)
An' you see my hand, not what I got
(Cool J)

An' strictly evil in the big box
(L L)
An' it's no stoppin' when my shit knocks
(Cool J)
An' get it all, baby, don't stop
(L L)
An' don't move the bottle, let the corks pop
(Cool J)

You know what I'm sayin'?
You're whole click is [Incomprehensible]
Know what I'm sayin'?
I got the daze in my maze, I'ma faze 'em
You know what I mean? They can't faze me

Like all my Cali niggas say, I can't be faded, dawg
It's the NY [Incomprehensible], you know what I mean
Queens in the house, 'til death do us apart, baby
Hip hop for life, which y'all niggas want?

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Long Hot Summer - Lyrics - Chemistry - Girls Aloud

Title: Long Hot Summer
Album: Chemistry
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Myra Antonio Boyle, James Brian Alexander, Tim Elliot Larcombe, Giselle Robe Sommerville, Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Lisa Cowling, Brian Thomas Higgins, Shawn Lee Mahan, Paul Robert Woods

Lyric:
I know you like to wear my dressing gown
When I'm not there
I guess you like it in my shoes
Just 'cause you drive a Mazarati
And the ladies stare
Don't mean you'll go as fast as I do

I know it's summer and the city
And the sun is high
But you could play it cool again
'Cause I've seen you disco dancing
With your pants on fire
We need a little tropical rain

So baby, baby
Watch the needle when you're heading south
You drive me crazy
Just remember you could burn me out
So get down

It's been a long, hot summer
And it's ninety-five degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever fifty stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade

If you wanna get fresh get outta my car
'Cause the boys up due are going to fast
I'm taking my time now
If you wanna fly high, keep outta the sun
When your fingers start to burn it's no fun
So why don't you climb now?

If you wanna get fresh then take a cold shower
Put your back on ice before you turn sour
Nobody can fool me
Got a pain in my head and dust in my eyes
Every time I feel the temperature rise
I need you to cool me

I'm partied out of house and home
So, baby, if you fight me
How you gonna like me
Runnin' down that old Kent road
So think before you bite me
How you're gonna get back home

It's been a long, hot summer
And it's ninety-five degrees in the shade
It's only Sunday morning
And I need that Friday feeling again

You put me in a fever, fifty stories high
And suddenly I'm freezing and I don't know why
It's been a long, hot summer
And I'm shaking like a cool lemonade

'Cause I, [Incomprehensible]
So why do you bite me
Cause I, [Incomprehensible]
So why do you bite me

A little late to take it slow
But I couldn't wait to party
Like a cannon ball not what I wanted
Now I've seen it all, so find me

I ricochet around the world
Drinking pink champagne, it's easy
Turn the heat too high, it's what I wanted
But I just can't lie now I'm queezy

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Ball And Bun - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Ball And Bun
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Tristan G Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Check 1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
Somebody better tells these mothafuckers
How we wreck fools, disrespect fools
Check and snap necks too
Crushin' duos

Sittin', waitin' on the next 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
Scatterin', niggaz chatterin'
About where they been
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
Stereotypical, down South country shit

On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil
Try not to get in no evils
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
South gon' put that crush down
Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
Takin' that shit so much clown

Don't even sound real no mo'
Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
Fuck you and that steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind
Flip flows, so clever shine
Like diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I regard it

As the first fool that started
Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
Hands, black hearted, cold
Get retarded
Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
I played niggaz
Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
I stay niggaz

That is the fight, what you believe
Give you life room to breathe
But tonights the night for you to leave
As soon as sleep
Ain't got, no tricks up
Your still get mixed up
From Southern black macks
That stay gettin' they dicked sucked

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Crooked as the first letter in the word South
Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
At my nigga house
98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
Grippin' my nuts

Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
Test us, guess what?
True but, you just, messed up
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya

To all you Betty Crocker
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know what it took to make that bitch
Take a look you fake and switch your recipe
Niggaz always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
Bring the best of me

Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
I separate from stem and weed
Me, I go, murder
Murder them in deep blood clot
They get all red hot from lead shots
And what not

Mine, I go dead after red dot
And buckshot
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops

I don't know where ya been
And I don't know what ya seen
But I know deep down South
It's all about the green
Now, I don't know what ya seen
And I don't know where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know what you've done
And I don't know what you do
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
Now, I don't know what you do
An I know what you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else
But Ball and Bun

Yeah, euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin' groovy man
I'll be back, 3004

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Duffle Bag Boy - Lyrics - Playaz Circle

Title: Duffle Bag Boy
Artist: Playaz Circle
Composer(s): Tauheed Epps, Joshua Banks, Dwayne Carter, Earl Conyers

Lyric:
Yea, we gon' serve til I die, ok
New Playaz Circle
As a matter of fact it's gonna kill me
Bitch! Cuz u ain?t!
Haaaaa!
(Tell 'em shortie)
So git high!
(Tell 'em Weezy!)
Or get low! Yea!

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

The beat so hot the flow is so ice cold
Walkin? to the Gucci store, honey I ain't home
I am on my shit, I need a Pamper on
Toilet paper on the side
For example homie, I get money
I know you niggas ain?t heard no shit like this and
While you wishin? on that fallin? star I'm in a foreign car
Smokin? out with the doors ajar

Suede sun roof hangin? out the big top
We leave the dealership head to the rim shop
You niggaz barely dressin?, I got thousands pilin?
That's that salad dressin? I'm on my thousand island
Whylin? stylin? I be I get so much money it's my I.D.
Don't try me, and if I don't do nuthin? I'ma fuckin? ball
And I ain?t bout to start runnin? naw nigga naw

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I said I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

Ain?t nuthin? to a boss we ballin? when you see us
We hear them hataz callin? they too far off to see us
Unless they got they glasses on get your bifocal game
Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayne
Your boy ain?t good enough style ain?t hood enough
Would've could've should've won't do with us true enough

Need a hoe break a hoe never nuthin? new to us
Turnin? hoes to house wives never been cool with us
Soon enough all these dealers is gonna catch up
Till then fuck it I'm winnin? so I'ma stack up

Flows like a river the current is so rapid
Hit with the ratchet that's how shit happens
Next time you're yappin? make sure it be about big money talk
Let that lil' money walk, call me what you want but don't call me for fronts
Southside I got what you want, come holla at me

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I said I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

And if I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money
I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

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Duffle Bag Boy - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Duffle Bag Boy
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tauheed Epps, Joshua Banks, Dwayne Carter, Earl Conyers

Lyric:
Yea, we gon' serve til I die, ok
New Playaz Circle
As a matter of fact it's gonna kill me
Bitch! Cuz u ain?t!
Haaaaa!
(Tell 'em shortie)
So git high!
(Tell 'em Weezy!)
Or get low! Yea!

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

The beat so hot the flow is so ice cold
Walkin? to the Gucci store, honey I ain't home
I am on my shit, I need a Pamper on
Toilet paper on the side
For example homie, I get money
I know you niggas ain?t heard no shit like this and
While you wishin? on that fallin? star I'm in a foreign car
Smokin? out with the doors ajar

Suede sun roof hangin? out the big top
We leave the dealership head to the rim shop
You niggaz barely dressin?, I got thousands pilin?
That's that salad dressin? I'm on my thousand island
Whylin? stylin? I be I get so much money it's my I.D.
Don't try me, and if I don't do nuthin? I'ma fuckin? ball
And I ain?t bout to start runnin? naw nigga naw

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I said I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

Ain?t nuthin? to a boss we ballin? when you see us
We hear them hataz callin? they too far off to see us
Unless they got they glasses on get your bifocal game
Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayne
Your boy ain?t good enough style ain?t hood enough
Would've could've should've won't do with us true enough

Need a hoe break a hoe never nuthin? new to us
Turnin? hoes to house wives never been cool with us
Soon enough all these dealers is gonna catch up
Till then fuck it I'm winnin? so I'ma stack up

Flows like a river the current is so rapid
Hit with the ratchet that's how shit happens
Next time you're yappin? make sure it be about big money talk
Let that lil' money walk, call me what you want but don't call me for fronts
Southside I got what you want, come holla at me

If I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?
Look honey I said I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

And if I don't do nuthin? I?mma ball
I'm countin? all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money

And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money
I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I
Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin?, get money

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Philly Celebrities - Lyrics - Philly'S Most Wanted

Title: Philly Celebrities
Artist: Philly'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Joel Witherspoon, Pharrell Williams, Al'Baseer Holly

Lyric:
Uh, yeah, it's what I like
Uh, huh, yeah yeah
Queue me dawg
Yeah, most wanted, baby

Yo, see, I'm a cop' Benz 'til they make edition S-1000
And buy the mall out while you, niggas there browsin'
In the latest six coupe, hundred and twenty thuosand
Score more proud, 'bout pile reclinin'

We gonna make changes listenin' to Phyllis Hyman
Cops wanna search for guns and can't find 'em
They ask for my name, I tell 'em read it in diamonds
Mr. fuck hoes and put down the bricks
Advance my drink game for Mo' Don and Cris'
Bought whips in the order of 4, 5 and 6

Man I never been broke, I kept money to count
Get it down in dice games, win money and bounce
A million motherfuckers, it's how the word's pronounced
I keep my bank account, the banks amount
My niggas, play freeze tag with big rocks that's costly
Bonic iceman and of course, I'm all frosty

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

Boo, a clothesline nigga, I wear myself
I wish somebody spit hot and I'm sick of hearing myself
I talk big shit, how I only fuck with big chicks
With big tits, big hips and all that slick shit
Yeah, I'm a drop out, drop six
Drop they gorgeous bitch, drop they shit, soon as I hop out

Niggas, ain't near me spittin' they game
And plenty hoes in tattoo parlors getting my name
Probably think I'm highed up, pot, spit and flip game
Snorted out my mind with six bitches like Rick James
Wanna marry me and all they know is my nickname
Slow up, you want me now, 'cause I'ma blow up

Women, I kast 'em out like, Aquemini
And our roley got two faces, like a Gemini
Now, T H E B E S T, that's me
If you better than this then let's see, we, crush, yeah, uh huh
(Come on)
Y'all niggas, know from the doors we ain't playin' with y'all

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

Hey Mr. how much dough you tryin' to get
A-1 with 9 'O's' nigga, plenty of chips
A house so sick you need a shot, just to get in
Buttery suede color, every chair you sit in

Nigga, we ball real, ice we got that
Listen to Dru Hill, beauty we knock that, uhh
Chain bling all in your face you spot that
Take ours get a Tech in your face, stop that

Mad at me 'cause '99 was our summer
Wild wood Jet-ski ride the wave runner
Mad at me 'cause its us two housin'
Well, you gonna be at mad motherfucker in 2000
On an' on, say I, knock an' go, on an' on, say I, knock an' go

Look here we Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are
You see my damn house, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it nigga, you know who we are

We Philly Celebrities, who, movie stars
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are
You see my damn chain, you see my damn car
Don't worry 'bout it bitch, you know who we are

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thang - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thang
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So so def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I the chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
It's slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why 'cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what, you went gold and Rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Can'T Tell Me Shit - Lyrics - Celly Cel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Butta - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: Butta
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

My name Cool Breeze, I got that country crock
All the girls on the block they call me chop, chop, chop
I cuts 'em up baby and my cuts be very precise
And, uh, right before they melt, I put 'em back in ice

And every now and then I take 'em out for a test
Then it's back to the cooler to make sure they stay fresh
They always scream my name at my heavyweight 'bout
I like grits, girls raised in the South

Hanging out for a night and she'll never forget
How I showed her respect and I'm a East Point vet
She stay on Old Nat'l, she wants to see me today
And when she see me tonight she gon' be college parkay

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

Okay, first let me tell you how I tell how I tell
When I first walk in the room I check for the smell
And if it's on and popping I won't be saying nothing
We can begin on the sofa where the part's jumping

I know she telling all her friends about this butta she get
And tonight she gon' submit to the greatest hit
Now we done done a lot of talking and enough has been said
Girl, get up on this toast and let me see how you spread

I said paper, scissors, young cool cutter
Toss 'em up in the air and cut 'em up like butter
She said she never heard of nothing like that in her whole life
That's when I pulled off my shirt and then I took out my knife

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

Take you to get yo nails done, play that song "The Player's Ball"
Run you over Kiesha house, drop you off by Greenbrown Mall
It don't matter how long you try to keep me out
I'm a still chop and dice you up like we were at the Waffle House

Girls always asking me like what do I mean
When I say butter berry cream when I'm floating downstream
See this type of butter ain't like Land-O-Lakes
It's just moist in the middle like some hot pancakes

When I go over her house she always sitting alone
And be playing my songs, I mean like all night long
If I, Cool Cutter, gave one reply
When I wake up in the morning, my cholesterol high

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called Butta
You wouldn't believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

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Hardball - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Hardball
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Zane R Jr Copeland, Lamarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh, and Lil' Wayne
Sammie sing to me

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

When I step to the plate the outfield gets back
(Back)
'Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits, they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards and all the posters
Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat
Or break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin' on, holla at me

Game time, all I think about is bringin' home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me and send my squad back home
'Cuz I don't know lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin' Hardball
(That's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

This goes out to them jocks
That stay on my jock throwin' the pop
Keep pitchin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosy with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chickenheads, beggin' on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true and
(Girl, listen)

When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark, so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin' come home
And our fans cheers us on 'cuz they know what the drill is
Goin', out of the field into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover
That you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tongue out player game over

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that Kennedy, y'know
(Killed)
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', slingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets

I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mami sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Weez a player baby, and I don't share baby

So if you searchin' for some, ain't nuttin' here, baby
(Pussy)
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name

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