Pimped Out - Lyrics - Brooke Valentine

Title: Pimped Out
Artist: Brooke Valentine
Composer(s): Erica Dymakkus, Corron Cole, James Bunton, Brooke Valentine, Dem Franchise Boy

Lyric:
Yeah, Brooke Valentine
Yeah, yeah
Yeah DFB, What's happenin'?
Dem Franchize Boys

Got a college boy look, honor roll student
Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton
On the streets I'm a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six
Shinin' like a star, but Buddie's in Houston

I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous
I know ya boy worth it, the kid got good game
I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain

Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back
I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it
(Then I let go)
Before you know it, we'll be crusin'
(Cruse control, that's the way I like it, baby)

Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me
Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down
We'll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I
(Need to know, that's the way I like it, baby)

I like 'em pimped out to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And where we go, yeah, everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out
Gutta on the chain and the charm cost a house
Summer, DFB boys, yeah, they wanna lean wit' it
Gutta to the core on the scene but I be clean wit' it

And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in
Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with 'round 'bout fifty men
See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it and bring it home
That's why it's five cars, three accounts and seven acres holmes

He breaks when I need to stop
Turn me on and take on off
Somethin' I can stunt
Everything I'd ever want
(I got so)

Let me see if you can make me
(Make me want more, I'll tell you what I like)
But if he costs more than he's worth
The boy ain't put in work
I just give him up, switch wheels on him
And I move on, you know I can't be waistin' time I gotta
(Move on, that's the way I like it, baby)

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

He's gotta be fly, if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me

He's gotta be fly if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me

I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on
With floors at the house, you can ball on
And ride a '06 and got it pimped out
I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip's out

All my TV's flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out
And if it's new, I got it soon it's shipped out
So you know I keep it pimpin' every time
It's DFB bitch and Brooke Valentine

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song

I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song

Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind
So I gotta keep him close, no I just can't let him go
He's got the jingles in her mind, slippin' in my pimpin' this time
And I just can't let him go, bet I ain't gon' let him go

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Bitch Betta Have My Money - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Bitch Betta Have My Money
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Robert Mays, Lorenzo Jeffrey Atkins

Lyric:
What up love?
You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats
I peep you at the strip joint
You and that little black chick
Acting like you so innocent
When you in the six

Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch
I knew something was wrong, lesbian I go on
Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right
I like mines tight, you like yours licked
And we both like bitches to get high, high wit

You opted to leave a nigga with no options
You freak hoe dance topless, baby
What's ya sitcho, you ride dildo
Plastic nympho, only see dick in porno
Hun listen, I can make your life a world of difference
Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences

See what happens in like two weeks
These hoes is freaking
Making about two g's a piece a weekend
That's what I'm saying

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

Keep my ones on top, my tens on lock
My hoe in the drop, got a hot little co-op
Prestigious, rock a Cuban link with Jesus
Lord have mercy, let me touch this
Tease it for reasons

I can't explain to you Lord
'Cause you know my actions are censored
Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad
This one can get it, damn near split it

Yeah, picture me paying for some pussy
I ain't even smelled yet, let alone got wet
But I'm willing to make a bet
That the next time we riding, if she ain't riding
On the turnpike you you bobbing

While I'm weaving, getting weede
Believe me, this pimp shit ain't easy, baby
I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got
They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim
I pimp plenty women
Got to tip my hat to a ten
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends
Comparisons range from thick ones to thin

Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse
I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts
Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport
For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught

You know the game, you and I is one in the same
But you got my name tattooed on ya leg
Shit is serious, now you calling me acting delirious
Used to be my best bitch, now somewhat resistant

Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter
Worn out and don't nobody want ya
First time I met ya you played me out of pocket
I ain't know no better bitch, now stop it

Game is the topic
And what's between your legs is the product
Use it properly
And you'll make dollars biatch

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs, diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
'Cause bitch better have my money

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Still Fly - Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

Title: Still Fly
Album: Hood Rich
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby

Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Gotcha car play gems on shine
Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You da Numba 1 stunna and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside

Prowler Gucci full length leather
Bourbons cooler, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather

Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1, don't tangle and twist
When it come to these cars, I am that fella

The Gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, this our summer

Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite yo' butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, playa is where you can find me

Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac
Escalate with the chromed out nose
With the navigation arrow headed straight to I-hop
Aunt Jamima really loves me 'cause my syrup is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens

Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, boy, can you top that?
I'm a show you some, rookie press that button
The trunk went, eh, eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's and then I heard boom from the amplifiers

Breakdown

Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, drinking that Hen
It's the birdy, birdy man I'll do it again
In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's

Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
6 bad broads flying in at 9
New suburban truck with the paint job showing
Up and down and up they go

And bodies on the Roadster Lexus
You know with that hardtop beamer
Mommy, that's your truck
I'm coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbly

430 lex with convertible top
The rims keep spinning every time I stop
I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back

Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly

Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da

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Git Up, Get Out - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Git Up, Get Out
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

I don't recall, ever graduation at all
Sometimes I feel I'm just a disappointment to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asked to give me some livin' life like a bum

Times is rough, my auntie got enough problems of her own
Nigga, you supposed to be grown
I agree, I try to be the man I'm 'posed to be
But negativity is all you seem to ever see

I admit, I've done some dumb shit
And I'm probably gon' do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though
(Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But some time must be ingested for this to be manifested

I know you know but I'm gon' say this to you I
Get high but I don't get too high, so what's the limit 'posed to be?
That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three
You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out
Ain't you sick and tired of having to do without

And what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know somethin' I don't
Do you have any suggestions?
'Cuz every job I get is cruel and demeanin'
Sick of takin' trash out and toilet bowl cleanin'

But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin'
I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin'
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue travelin' this route without any doubt or fear
I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Well, uh, git up, stand up, so what's said, you dick head
See when I was a youngsta, used to wear them fuckin' Pro Keds
My mama made me do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggaz for they fuckin' starters

In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I wore with tank tops to show off my tattoo, thought I was cool
I used to hang out with my daddy's brothers, I call them my uncles
They taught me how to smoke herb
I followed them when they ran numbers

So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Hell, I treat 'em all like hoes, see I pimped 'em
Bitch never had my money, so I never whipped 'em

See all the playas came and all the playas went
A playa ain't a gangsta but a playa can handle his shit bitch
You need to git up, git out, git somethin'
Smoke out, 'cuz it's all about money, money, money

Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat
I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy
I'm true to Organized, 'cuz they raised me
I'm also down with La Face 'cuz L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool yeah, it's real cool, gettin' paid fat pockets
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me
Throw me over in the fire, let me get chunky and charred
Like a piece of wood and dem spirits got the mutant's mind
I'm gettin' paranoid and steady lookin' for the time

It's eight in the mornin' and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out the door, to get off in my ride
I'm diggin' through the ash tray, hopin' to have a good day

I had Jamaica's best and when I light it up, I hear a voice in my head
(You got to git up, git out and git somethin')
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out quick, in my slick

'84 Se-Dan DeVille, steady bouncin'
Out the Pointe to Cambelton Road
The valley of the South side flow
Everybody know about that killa that we call blow

So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit
'Cause they known for jumpin' out of black Chevy trucks
And through the fog, here come the Red Dogs
I'm bustin' out around the corner in my hog

Dippin' from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96
94, Big Gipp, Goodie Mo, Outkast, a vision from the past
Hootie hoo my white owls are burnin' kinda slow

You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

Nigga you need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I

Y'all tellin' me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black runnin' but crackers, so why I got to register?
I thinkin' of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes

So let me take ya way back to
When a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta
Y'all could not tell me nuthin', thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start workin' at the loadin' dock

They layin' my mama off of work, General Motors trippin'
But I come home Bank like Hank, from lickin' and dippin'
Doin' dumb shit, not knowin' what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down

I dips, over to East Point, still actin' a fool
Wastin' my time in the school, I'd rather be shootin' pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about mackin' hoes and wearin' pimp fade

Instead of bein' in a class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not, thinkin' about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up I shoulda listened when my mama told me

That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talkin' yin-yang, so I payed her no attention
And kept missin' the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feelin' broke and shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an OUT-Kast
So get up off your ass

Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
Don't spend all your time tryin' to get high

You need git up, git out and git somethin'
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git out and git somethin'
'Cuz you and I got to do for you and I
You need to, you need to, you need to, you need to

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Flamboyant - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Flamboyant
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, M Heron, Wes Farrell, Dee Ervin

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, big L, Corleone
My nigga C-town
My big brother big Lee holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby, for life
We takin' over, comin' to a theater near you
Check it out, come on check it

Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight
Better watch me 'round your girl if you ain't fuckin' her right
You damn playa haters never wanna see me blow
Flamboyant entertainment C.E.O.
Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more
When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more
And, I'm straight, keep a Harlem world mind state
I never lounge where you find Jake

Surprise niggas like a blind date, l rhyme great
And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake
Run with me and I'm a make you a star
When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar
Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3
Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free
I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit
Sellin' niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit

I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock
Keep the gun cock, represent one block
139 nigga, the danger zone
We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome
I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine
Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time
We out, no doubt, you know how we do
Flamboyant for life

Big L, Corleone
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
Big L, for real
Corleone is too advanced for y'all
Big L
I'm a pimped-out nigga for real
Big L
Corleone is too advanced for y'all

Yo it's Corleone and queen's most, we bust 'til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever
Poppin' the chrome, always droppin' a poem
I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, big l style
They brought it back to the streets 'cause that shit sell now
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem world, not Melrose place

So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes
Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks
Y'all niggas better stop frontin' 'cause I might get vexed
And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks
With the Machete, pockets heavy, slang more Cane than Eddie
I represent uno trece nueve
Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh

Big L, Corleone
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
Big L, for real
Corleone is too advanced for y'all
Big L
I'm a pimped-out nigga" "for real
Big L
Corleone is too advanced for y'all

Big L
I leave mics torn
Big L
I leave mics torn

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Summer Flings - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Summer Flings
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): Marc Predka, John Cena, Ruthann Debona, Fun Thomas, Biddu Appiah, Kid Capelli, Carlton George Douglas

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Lyric:
Yeah we doin' things now man
It's just another day in the life y'know
Always tryin' to do some big bid'ness
Sometimes when we havin' fun
Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin' nothin'
Then, somethin' come out of nothin'

It was just another typical day in the summer
Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
Three wheel motion killin' fools like a hit man

We on some chill shit, vibin' out
But we still in the mix, fuck hidin' out
On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her
I ain't steppin' man, this bitch had guys with her

She came through the crowd and walked over to me
Catchin' P off guard, she actin' like she knew me
Her name was Shannon, she was canon
She's hangin' with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her

This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin' her home
That's when she said she live right down the street
She love white chocolate, well I got somethin' sweet

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet

We run game fill the Blanson, what's your hon's name
I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
Playin' hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade

Whatever you need, whatever you want
With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
Where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing

I'll be out girl, quicker than tans
If you want somethin' stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
I ain't lookin' for a lover girl, I'm lookin' for sex
I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin' a Lex

Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next
Gettin' passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet

Yo with these sweet flows, the streets knows
Whether we pimped out in streets clothes
We the bomb like deep throws
My speech grows to reach hoes all over the globe
I got class like a Ric Flair robe

Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
D takin' out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
You know me with a extra set of hands
A bitch couldn't hold me man, I leave 'em lonely

If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine
I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin' mine
I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night

Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
I'll have a girl repeatin' my name in sex like the bitch stutter
I got moves lookin' butter with a tight fade
Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet

Saw you walkin' down the street and I
Heard you say you had somethin' sweet for me, lover
Somethin' sweet, lover, somethin' sweet
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

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Deadly Handsome Man - Lyrics - MP3 - Marcy Playground

Title: Deadly Handsome Man
Album: MP3
Artist: Marcy Playground
Composer(s): John K. Wozniak

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Lyric:
Some cats, they know how to fight
Some cats run
I'm a thousand generations, ahead of them
Cool as they come

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number's 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element
A tasteful compliment

Do you know who I am
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)

Everywhere I go, I make the scene
The ladies love to stroke me
I'm pimped out and lazy in my Limousine
Oh, come on in here sweetie

Everything I say like Socrates
Most people love to quote me
My real name is Mephistopheles
But you can call me Baby

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number's 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element
A tasteful compliment

Do you know who I am
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)

I'm a deadly handsome man
(Look up, look down, watch out the tiger's on the town tonight)
I'm the lion and the lamb
(He's a deadly handsome man)

Deadly handsome man
He's a deadly handsome man
He's a deadly handsome man

Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly that's me, deadly handsome man
Deadly Bruce Lee, deadly handsome man

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The Devil'S Song - Lyrics - Marcy Playground

Title: The Devil'S Song
Artist: Marcy Playground
Composer(s): John K. Wozniak

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Lyric:
Some cats they know how to fight
Some cats run
I'm a thousand generations ahead of them
Cool as they come

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number, 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element, a taste for compliment
Do you know who I am?

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm a deadly handsome man

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm the lion in the lamb

Everywhere I go I make a scene
The ladies love to stroke me, yeah
Pimped out and lazy in my limousine
Oh, come on here sweetie

Everything I say like Socrates
Most people love to quote me
My real name is Mephistopheles
But you can call me Baby

See all my suits are Calvin Klein
My lucky number, 69
I got all the things I need
It's the nature of my breed

I'm independent, smooth and confident
Always in command
With a graceful element, a taste for compliment
Do you know who I am?

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm a deadly handsome man

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm the lion in the lamb

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm a deadly handsome man

Look up, look down, watch out
The tiger's on the town tonight
I'm the lion in the lamb

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Which One Of You - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Which One Of You
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, L Dopson, Priest Brooks, Donald Smith, Calvin Broadus, L Edwards

Lyric:
Yes, greetings Loveboys
You inside the line of this *** experience for the 2000 plus C.I.S
Oh, we still in it, dig this, pimp time

She was the type of girl to play
(Which one of you *** like me?)
I met her just the other day
(Which one of you *** like me?)

She really didn't wanna gimme no play
(Which one of you *** like me?)
As I walked off, she just turned away
(Which one of you *** like me?)

I saw you hangin' with your friends
(Which one of you *** like me?)
They was lookin' at my friends
(Which one of you *** like me?)

But which one of y'all was checkin' out
This pimped out playa
Girl, you don't have to pretend

Baby, I seen your homegirls jockin' my ride
And ooh, baby, which one of y'all will step off inside
And roll away with me?

Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?

We was at the party like
(Which one of you *** like me?)
I was tryna livin' a delight
(Which one of you *** like me?)

Then this skinny girls was everywhere
I had to stop, pause and fix my hair
Hand me my mirror, Joral

She was big but she was cute
(Which one of you *** like me?)
And I know that she had major moves
(Which one of you *** like me?)

It really didn't matter what she weighed
See 'cause a big girl loves to play
And play a playa playa, hey

*** I need your attention
Who wanna ride in a pimped out Cadillac?
I say, hey delicious, you look sweet like candy
I gotta ride shotgun with a bad *** in the back

No matter what you see or baby, what you saw
If you stand tall, we gon' ball through it all
And if the police come, don't let me take a fall
Please stuff this *** in the crotch of your drawer
(Which one of you like me?)

She was a major ***, so unforgettable
Last time I see her though, I'ma let her know

We been drinkin', havin' fun, me and you, one on one
Doin' thangs, holdin' hands, makin' plans, help me sing
We been drinkin', havin' fun, me and you, one on one
Doin' thangs, holdin' hands, makin' plans, I'm your man

Which one of you *** like me?
Which one of you *** gotta like me?

Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you ***?
Which one of you *** like me, which one of you?

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Give A Man A Fish - Lyrics - Arrested Development

Title: Give A Man A Fish
Artist: Arrested Development
Composer(s): Dick Rudolph, Todd Thomas, Timothy Barnwell, Minnie Ripperton

Lyric:
Lately I've been in a life like limbo
Looking out of a smudged up window
We're not sure where our lives are going
Friends, it's summer outside but yet we're snowed in

Don't know where our next dollar's coming from
Living the life of a poor musician
Headliner's strong so he keeps his 9 to 5
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive

If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best of me
Now I pray for God to invest in me

My dignity, invest his glory
Give me the strength so I can finish the story
Keep on searching for the right way to go out
'Cuz going out is what it's all about

You can't be passive, gotta be active
Can't go with what looks attractive
Gotta learn all I can while I'm able
Headliner expresses his feeling on those turntables

When we get our chance
To make a good living of the music we program
We don't sell out just to be sold out
Brothers and sisters, do you know what I'm yapping about ?

'Cuz if they take away our contract
We still got talent and we still got contacts
'Cuz we're worked real hard to get this far
We're catching the bus before we bought the car, ya see

Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever
Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever

Got to get political
Political I gotta get
Grown but can't hold my own
So this government needs to be overthrown

Brothers with the A Ks and the 9 Ms
Need to learn how to correctly shoot 'em
Save those rounds for a revolution
Poor whites and blacks bum rushing the system

But I tell you ain't no room for gangstaz
'Cuz gangstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own the coppers

So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
My liquor got to your powerful master

You'll never get out without much discipline
Raise your fist but also raise your children
So when you die the movement moves on
'Cuz with revolution, ain't no future in front y'all

Direct your anger, love, nothing's ever built on hate
Instead love, love your life, tackle the government
The spooks that break down the door are Heaven sent
And my phrase went

Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever
Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever

Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever
Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day
Teach him how to fish and he'll eat forever
Alright

Rhythm makes your body move
Rhythm makes your mind move
Rhythm makes your elbows groove
Rhythm makes that behind move

Rhythm makes the people move
Rhythm makes you want to move
Rhythm makes your mind soothe
You know next stop is Jerusalem

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Ghetto-Ology - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Ghetto-Ology
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, T Burton, W Knighton, M Snaders, R Barnett

Lyric:
Been here been real
Still clear south west
And you wanna do somethin' with it?
And you wanna do somethin' with it?

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

How do you feel when you judge quick?
And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit
Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways

You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
Playin' catch up with yourself I'm on another level
And you can say I'm dead wrong
Even if you stay home

They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone head strong
Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
He be hangin' with them monsters and he smilin'

And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB
And they neva call him daily in that wee wee
So what I find is to eliminate the problem
Befo' they cause problems, befo' we have problems

'Cause you thought you had it sewed up
Until that green house grew all of a sudden
Sho' nuff, it showed up
Now you didn't know he had it in him the venom

It fits the test and I'm gon win him
Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
You need to find out, there ain't no time outs
You can't sign out, better than whine out

Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down
For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
So let it guide you and take you to that touch down
And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
'Cause one in, and one quick

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

I got these jokers with their eyes red
Drinkin' too much, got dead
I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
Herbs beware

It's from the one that data compare
Logistic, chicken biscuit
This winter, he will forget the cold through a song
And my party wrong and my weak is strong

Just kept his back turned, yearned
For destruction bustin' microphones
Blessed the unprotected soul
Lettin' go, call him too much

Will get you off for sure
Watch [Incomprehensible] top plate
What's gon' save you from the hands of why
When them guys gone and you bet home in the ghetto

They trappin' him off within then
Look at the fonky red'ead
Done flipped them all as dead
Paint wet, now I'm set

Fight the shit, watch it hit
Block lot neighborhood charcoals
And that old mark O?
After dawn, on the porch

Got gone, mind blown
Fashioned like
Niggas sold, new or old
It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

Now from the Go child my name is Lo
God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
He taught me shout it when you've got chance to blow?
You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'

Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one
That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
Now revolution of the mind has already begun

Now just a second y'all it got to be
For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me
Even the ghetto is still God's property
C'mon

Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
Over your soul, like this one eyed monster
Ain't no in between you either off or on
Never pass judgment but the feeling is mutual

Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
After years of gravel
You promised no rest to blow in weeks
I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints

Wobblin' like a duck stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
Me don't promote no mysterious behavior
Pimped and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal
It come through in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

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40 - Ballaholic - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Ballaholic
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Kevin Davis, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game
You dig that? I come from the game baby, y'know
I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on down to Compton

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
'Cause if some cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the canine in the background
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple

See I'm a baller, I got bars around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard
With a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they don't eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', that's for weighin' nuts and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads
KnowhatImean?

Big nigga, the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear
Don't help me nigga, help the bear

Me and my wales, we be coonin'
But see you the type of the nigga
That'll go in the backroom
And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin'

Yeah man, 'cause a real tycoon
Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon
Still Northstar ridin', six-oh strikin'
Switch up V-S cherry chokin' the wrist and the pinkie

But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you mean it

Uhh, I'll have you
Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport

But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck, how much courage juice you had
Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine

I bring the noise like a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
Bitch, y'all oughta see me at the state fair
Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my lil' nieces

One of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there
Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell
I know these streets like the Task Force know dope

I am the streets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked
Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of weed a day
Maybe that's why I ain't go no ends

You see, you niggaz real truant mayne
Runnin' around here puttin' a black eye in the game
When we tryin' to feed y'all somethin' nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo' game

You see there's two type of niggaz in this world
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you dig?

You can call me, Lawry's 'cause I'm seasoned
I eat crevice, but not when it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play that part
I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia's tart

Toss me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit
Callin' yourself takin' advantage of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches

Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin' and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia
Mayday mayday, callin' all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak
When I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some raps
Papered up, like who? Like a fax, bitch

I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya

Bat yo' G out the pocket
Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about dollars and collar-poppin'

Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga
Undersmell this nigga
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?

Please believe in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me?
If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga
You undersmell me? You'se a ballaholic

Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some jewels nigga
Over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic

You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin' game

You undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you mean it
Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball 'til we have it all you undersmell that?

Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that?

We some fools with it
My nigga Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin' ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherfuckin' pretty boy Floyd ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life
V A L L H O, L I C, it's me E Feeze E
L I C, it's me E Feeze E
Ballaholic bitch

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I Got This - Lyrics - Ali

Title: I Got This
Artist: Ali
Composer(s): Ali Kenyatta Jones, Waiel Yaghnam

Lyric:
I said bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang
Bring me along, bring me along
bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang

How many mill must we sell before they respect the L
And realize it ain't for us, it's all for Lavell
Pass that so I can educate the uneducated
And stress the fact it's self braided, we finally made it

Went from buyin' pound from Mr. Down Down Baby
Playin' it cool, fan duckin' click, crack, crazy
Gettin' the crack daily, pay me, my tree in life
Was precise to a swisher in the light

Boy get it right before I go left, baseline pay off the ref
Technical fire, you were fuckin' Chillida to death
It's from the studio then right to the block, I writer's block
'Cuz everything I right for the block is right from the block

Pokemon riffle in glock, bumble be socked
Orange juice in my pocket, in case I swallow my rocks
I did my hustle y'all, we a bad motherfucker y'all
'Tic nigga respect that, where the boys at?

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Now when it comes to rappin' and going platinum, our have
To get it like Osama Bin Laden walkin' the streets of Manhattan
Give me them sheets to say patented and you bitin' these Tims
And fat laces, it won't happen, I'll let you slide with the jersey backwards

I back words, rap verb and if I had more time
I'd show you how to turn that half to a bird
Lead the new, leave the Hannibal hectic off the meter
And you non believers, you're wrong for that like Cita

The black Einstein ruled the war, never a kind line
Catch up like Heinz 'cuz he owns a rhyme
I'm real listed, on the real list I'm listed
Really listen 'cuz this is for those that really listen

Really listenin' for competition, MC's is mixin' like it's
The Source Awards, should knight go in the door
Big 8 for the track rap, javelin, hurdle hops
I write in hotels before shows, trailers and tow toppers

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

I'm still at it, I'll give it to an addict, had it
Still got it, yours need fluffin' this manic
I rhyme graphic, heavily tattered, shots to ram bank
He'll back small 6-9 erratic

In an automatic pumpin' jigga 22-2
Sittin' on 22's but the spiral 22-2
Shot with the Rubes in the desert and that 22-2
This is 139, almost 22-2

Got home the Rams was up 22-2
Interception about Halloway, he wear 22
Minnie on my phone like, "Hook me up with Nelly
Ali, please dawg, I'm 22-2"

I like them classy, 23's with they back out
Classic ESPN say 23 back out
When over, I guess I bring them 23's back out
And that 22-2 with 3 in it's so pimped out

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty drop that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty I got this round and round and round
Dirty let that beat go around and watch this beat go
Round and round and round, dirty let that beat go

Dirty drop that beat, go round and watch this beat go
Dirty let that beat go, dirty drop the beat
Go round and watch this beat go, dirty let the beat go

I said bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang
Bring me along, bring me along
Bring me along, Ali is comin', woah hang

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Oh Wow - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: Oh Wow
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Nathan Perez, Ronald Ray Bryant, Marco Prada

Lyric:
LSR

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville
Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill
Now with these visions and these bad thoughts
Runnin' through my mind
Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time
And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man
Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan
Situation critical, it's called creepy physical
Hella cold, I'm a gonna be off in hell old

Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and hopeless
I ain't home, but my mama don't notice
Nationwide with thugs, locked out it's just us
With the Feds and the police out to bust us
The most prominent, see we stay dominate
And stay wicked, and plus we keep it explicit
Abducted by the streets see it's hard to manage
End up on my block saying we the savage

So you made a little money, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you roll on 24's, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you earned a few stripes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

I hear you rappin' 'bout the streets, talkin' bout pushin' deal
When most of y'all never seen a triple beam scale
Runnin' from weed smell, runnin' from dank smoke
Then you get on the mic, talkin' bout you been chokin'
Ya lame as mark, buy some heart with your chump change
Don't make me start, cold hearted droppin' punk names
You run thangs? Maybe, in your back yard
You act hard round here you gonna get smacked hard

Baby bash cross game, that's a negative
With savage dreams on my mind so repetative
Let it live, let it go, player do or die
'Cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool to ride
Down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me
I pull illicit things, my family ain't understandin' me
So while I have kids beatin' up on the door
I'm gonna crack up and smoke with a corona

So you got a platinum grill, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you got a record deal, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pack a few gats, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
You fell in love with your bitch, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up
Try to make a couple stacks for' the days up
Hustle hard nigga, that's how I live
Only fuckin' with fans, my niggas and relatives
And I dress fly, all clean and keep a fat knot
For supplying all the beats to the have nots

HP you ain't knowin' I run this, so stop braggin'
Won't kill what you don't bitch or watch your grill hoe
I'll have you iced out, you beat grills
With your motherfuckin' lights out
Lame nigga, we ain't worried about your salary
Get off them pills and come back to reality

So you made a little money, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you roll on 24's, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you pimped a few hoes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?
So you earned a few stripes, oh wow
What the fuck your punk ass finna do now?

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Play On Playa - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Play On Playa
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Scott Spencer Storch, Nasir Jones, Arthur Ross, Leon Ware, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Light somethin', stop frontin'

How much money's enough? Think maybe like the trillion figures
Pray my daughter don't wild like the Hilton Sisters
That'd kill me yo, filthy rich
My daughter pass it on to the next generation

Throwing carnations at my tombstone
In my new home, meet moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam
But my verse came first

I stole change out her purse
Now I wanna dig her up outta the earth
Too morbid, learn forward toward a new paragraph
Blue carats, D-Class, strictly that kush in the weed bag

Tryna figure out what Berry Gordy had put in production
Studio smoky now, hard like David Ruffin
Hit a spliff through a séance
And I, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on

Ruby red grapefruit juice with Grey Goose
Rubies in Hey-Zeus piece
Pimped out like Snoop be, but an East Coast thing
My girl stocking tied up in a knot, top of my bean head

Billion dollar dream hear
Went from triple beams to digital
Serving fiends, the minimal, 60 G's, no criminal
No mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers

While your girl performs cunnilingus
'Cause this big money aroma lingers
Barber cleans his blade, then he give me a fade
Hot towel on the face

Hot models who vomit after they eat so they can stay lightweight
Swallowing my protein like an Ovaltine shake
Come through like Moe Green from Godfather, so clean
Where I step, I Clorox it

Keep 20 G's on both sides of the thighs, that's four pockets
Eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price
But we ain't into buying Conflict Ice
That's the **** they stole from the Congo and other black soil

True mack for you, nappy hair, just spinnin'
Honey gave me a massage with the happy ending
Finest females I just came on, and sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa

Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Gotta get your papes on, play on playa
Before it's all gone, sip Dom, tip waiters
Do the yacht thing, ménage swing, baby

Spendin' dubs on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa

It's kinda hard for a playa like you
But let me show you how a **** like me get revenue
What you never do is punk out, what you better do
Never let the game get ahead of you, get a better view

Better yet a better crew, praise God, I'ma marry you
Get your homie, carry you, bury you
Slowly, roll me another blunt stuff it
Lick it, puff it, tuck it, **** it

That man, that gang, that bang it was
In D O double G we trust
Yep yep, young loc with the two steps
He creepin' with two Tecs, he's sleepin' with two chicks

Right before he blast, all you heard was two clicks
End of existence, for instance
Rewind it, replay it, re-chop it, remix it
Re-twist it, goddamn D O double G, 'cause we missed it

Travel slow, I'm a Indian but not a Navajo
I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's
My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief
Ladahdah be dahdadah

Yeah, break that down, how fresh ya are
The King from Queens, Mr. Escobar
Connect with the best from the west, yes yes ya are
Oh, my God, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas, playa play on

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Chrome & Paint - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Chrome & Paint
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen Anderson, Don Covay, John Bobby Berry, William Calhoun, O'Shea Jackson, Jerry Reed

Lyric:
Ya, ya, California
Sunday afternoon, baby
Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out
Drive it out, drop it out
You know?
Let 'em know

I got chrome and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone

I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz

Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin' niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ball

He's got nuts and plus the don touch
And split the fine dutch, star sky call hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's king tut

Can't fuck this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low

I got chrome and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone

I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers

I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
Rollin' up imperial in dickier material
All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle

Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with dub
I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap

Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs
Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon

I got chrome and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone

(Street lights, street lights)
Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo' fo's can't fuck with my mojo

I got chrome and paint
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint

(Street lights)
Dance on paint
(Street lights)
Dance on chrome
(Street lights)
Get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone
(Street lights)

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