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Monday, August 2, 2010

Playas Rock - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Playas Rock
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): Maurice White, Michael Crooms, Skip Scarborough, Christopher Dooley, Carlos Thornton, Jason Dendy

Lyric:
If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Everythang was cool we was feelin' each other
Chillin' in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta, hit it until you stutter
Then she got there asking me questions like she was undercover

Like who was that lil' chick that I let ride up in my ride
I'm a pimp so it ain't nothing for me to think of a lie
But I'd rather keep it real and tell her just how I feel
Look it here if you see with with another chick then it's just what it is

You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame
Baby, I'm hurricane, you gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp and follow my gutta rules
And I you feel like you wanna leave then do what you do

Baby, you think I'm goin' cry Just because I lost you
Every time I loose one I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you somebody got laid off
I'm a pimp I pimp a chicken until she get played out

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Say lil' mama let me get up in it a minute
Make you wanna give it to me like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you [Incomprehensible] with my boys
When I pull up in a Rolls Royce, I know where to hit Ro

Pull up fresh in the back gettin' low slow mo' no low
She can see my eyes
Everybody holla that boy so fly
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride

Give me a million dollars, I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip, now, I'm feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron, now, I'm finna go live

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
I'm feelin' like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil' mama but that's just how I was brought up

If I can't use protection when I cut then it ain't no cut
I can't picture me goin' in you raw that just ain't what's up
Lil' mama I'm a pimp and I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die girl you know how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Recognize Game - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Recognize Game
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Todd Shaw, Mike Dinkins, S Sowles, S Martin

Lyric:
Straight pimpin'
Check, fuck all that pimp shit
Whatchu say bitch?
Ha ha nigga know what you do?
You let my nuts go, ya heard me?
You let my nuts go, ha ha ha ha

Oh you Chyna White huh?
It's a new breed of bitches out here baby
Haha, we do it live ya heard me? Ha ha
I got somethin' for yo' ass
Yeah baby, it's all game

I got that old game but I don't need Viagra
Spit a few lines in no time I'll have ya
If I don't I find a new bitch
And if you tryin' to get back it's useless

I can't do shit unless you pay me
I been breakin' in hoes since the 80's
Ain't nuttin' changed it's still a pimp thang
And if you ain't wit it you must be insane

Yeah you might talk like a pimp, walk with a limp
But look you 'bout old as the game
Short dawg shit is all in your name
And fuck dick 'cause it all be the same

Shit I be the one to get in your brain
To make you know you ain't shit
You got a Benz, I got a Jag, so what?
You got hoes, I got niggaz to cut
And I treat 'em like prostitutes and sluts
Take it from Chyna, niggaz ain't shit but dick and nuts

Yeah baby I always respect the game
That's why bitches always let me hit that thang
I hit it good, I hardly ever keep in touch
Top notches, it's hard to believe I fuck

But I did it every time I see her I get it
I know you heard short dawg got digits
Don't forget it, I'm all about the pimp shit
I ain't no sucker with a limp dick

Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick
Ninth ward bitches always get they cunt licked
You know the game, if you get a hoe it's probably from the fame
Ugly niggaz pretty bitches you know the aim

I got niggaz with my name tatted on they chest
And I don't give a fuck about another bitch 'cuz I'm the best
Picture Chyna long mink in a stretch
Back to back with a Lex, lettin' off tecs, ya heard me?

It ain't the same, shit done changed
New Orleans bitches live against the grain
Oakland niggaz we be off the chain
Chyna White and Too Short play the game, whatchu say?

It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
What what game recognize game baby
What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby
Chyna White and Too Sheezy off the chain baby, ya heard?

I been spittin' this game since about 2:40
It's a quarter to 3, whatchu gon' do shorty?
Choose on a player or roll with a square
I'm tryin' to holla at you, fuck them hoes over there

I wish I could get you outside in my truck
Put my hang between your legs maybe then I'll fuck
You know whassup, I'ma see you next time
Droppin' sex lines, so I can fuck one time

Nigga how many times you done seen the mack?
How many times you gon' think with your sac
Then talk with your genitals? I run with strictly criminals
Top notch bitches, in drop top sixes

I'm from New Orleans, where bitches put shit in your greens
Bury your drawers, shatter your dreams, make you stop eatin'
Cabbage and beans, dolla dolla what them know 'bout the cream
And fuck the worl 'cause it ain't what it seems ya heard?

It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
New Orleans bitches live against the grain baby
Oakland niggaz baby off the chain baby
Chyna White and Too Short play the game baby

It ain't the same baby, shit done changed baby
What what game recognize game baby
What what all my thugs let 'em hang baby
Chyna White and Too Sheezy off the chain baby

You know us Oakland niggaz still pimp to this day
Still wear perms with big old waves
Three or four hoes in a mini-van
Ridin' round tryin' to get all I can

When you see the mack you see my town
If hoes get money we'll be around
Talkin' that punk bitch out her chips
Please believe me, don't doubt the shit
I'm still pimpin, let it ride

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

360 Degrees - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: 360 Degrees
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Anthony Banks, Anthony Forte, Robert Lee Jr Green, Premro V Smith, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
Weeblelations

Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', testin'
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka
That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?
It's E-feeze, mutha fuckaz ain't understandin' the signs of this
I cuss a mutha fucka out

Niggaz gon' be feelin' what I'm revealin'
Tryin' to do some healin' an' at the same time make a million
Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze
Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage

Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo
Three hours an' fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco
Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby
Me an' 40 Water in the big body Mercedes

Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe
None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof
Choppin' major game on the strength
Man, we goes back juss like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though
Said her profession just was stackin' major paper roll
First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that ass
Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis
Born an' raised in the Bay, them hataz can't fade us
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz
Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya nigga
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain
In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's goin' down

An' these niggaz feelin' me, soakin' up the love I give
Nigga, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to live
But sometimes that shit don't matta
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta

All over shit leavin' tricks motionless
Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss
The only nigga sick as this behind me
Is the gangsta, S P I C E
(Yeah, smell me, yo)

Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name
Five niggaz in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain
To the greedy lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news
I'm havin' slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin' ta give me the blues

I ain't a mutha fuckin' Italian but my crew run like the Mafia
8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40 Water
An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit
Met a couple of incidents where some niggaz tried to kill me

Just a part of the game, jealous niggaz out fo' fame
When steady bustin' at me is to give no name
But when they runnin' up on this muthafuckin' Don
They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a nigga
That's fresh out on bail

Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills
Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, keep or kill
On the real about this underground lifestyle
Intoxicated an' always heavily sedated

Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic an' bust
Turn into a monster, eatin' weak MC's up
Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up
Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up

Findin' Jesus prayin' fo the weak
Hopin' somebody's on they knees prayin' fo' me
In the midnight hour, somewhere on them drugs
In a room full 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992
I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who
If I knew who? What? When? Where an' how?
If I knew back then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't never gon' be decreasin'
The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'
And there will be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, MJG
Only drip we been layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton
In a white house wit toys of traction
Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look
You can find me in the Florida designs book

The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day
Parked up on [Incomprehehsible]
Nigga, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song wit dude
An 'em is 'cuz I want they region, recognize game
Game recognize game

360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain
360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game
360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain

A-la, la, la
A-la, la, la

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I Know - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: I Know
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O Thomas

Lyric:
Okay

First thing first and for me that's n's
I floss, so I know you gon' let me pimp Benz
If I want it, no matter the cost, I'll get it
It's mine, so I know you gon' let me spend it

My clique made it known, we 'bout havin' things
Sport diamonds, so I know you gon' let us bling
B.G.: shut it down when I come through
They say I'm wrong, but I know you gon' let me do what I do

If I got it, I ain't gon' hide it I show mine
I know you gon' respect it, I know you gon' let me shine
I know you ain't gon' step, I know you know I tote iron
Quick to bust, and I know you don' wan' die

You see eight Bentleys comin' on a late Sunday
I know you know that's Cash Money Millionaires comin'
We be layin' it down don't give a fuck, nigga
We're from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga

Hey
(Hey)
Hey
(Hey)
Hey (Hey)
Listen, listen

I know you see the jewelry it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt don't try
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you bet' not open your mouth when I ride by
I know you know this Lex GS on shine
I spin through fast, wrist hangin' out the dropped Jag
Blindin' ya I know you gon' let me act bad

I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass
I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad
Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Fuck your husband for Geezy I know you gon' break bread

I know you clowns don't like it, gotta accept it
You don't, get wetted I know you gotta respect it
You don't want Geezy bringin' drama to your set'n'
I know you don't want sis, Mom, and daughter in black dresses

Please don't test me you do, it get hectic
I shoot for the head don't depend on vests
Now on the up and up I'm every bad bitch choice
Don't be mad, I know you gon' let me be a hot boy

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I know you see the jewelry it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt don't try
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

Hoes say I'm nasty I know you gon' let me slang wood
Say I changed I'm rich, I know you gon' let me be good
I'm the same ol' nigga I was when I was broke
Still beef, so I know you gon' let me tote my four-four

Now, you know what happened tried to play me like a hoe
We both can't live on this earth one of us gotta go
On the real, when it come to shinin', I'm nothin' nice
You'll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice

I know you gon' let me burn, I'm H O T
I know you gon' let me be me that's B.G.
I know you gon' respect my clique, CMB
I know you don't want beef with Juv, Turk, and Wheezy

I know you don't wan' put your car next to Fresh or B
I know you ain't got the price like them, ten a-piece
I know you bet' stay in your place don't fuck with us
I know you ain't on our level 'cause we platinum plus

Hey, hey
(Hey)
Hey
(Hey)
Hey
(Hey, hey)

I know you see the jewelry it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt don't try
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the jewelry it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt don't try
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

I know you see the Bentleys, the broads, the Dubs
I know you see the thugs you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game on lock

Lock, shop, bam, lock down
What?

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Give It To You - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Give It To You
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Ronnie Jackson, Shad Moss

Lyric:
I know you wanna see me shake my thing
But boy, I don't think you know
What to do wit this thing
So watcha gon' do?

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl

Well lil' mama, throw it at me, then I guarantee
I'ma catch that thing like Chad Johnson, girl
Might as well call your man, tell 'em you gon' be late
You and Bow got plans

I ain't tryna wife 'em
I take take 'em to the Trump Hotel and one night 'em
Girl, you know how I do, I'm a P I mp, girl
Betta know that I far from resent, girl
I rock your world, girl

Got more game than the NBA
Hittin' all the baddest girls, shorty wanna come this way
I'm addictive, somethin' like things to dope
I give it to 'em one time, they come back for more

When it's time to get down, I'm known as the best
I'm a playboy, baby, sumthin' like Hugh Hef
But ah, recognize game, game recognize real
I'm sayin', baby, is you ready for me? Come on

I know you wanna see me shake my thing
But boy, I don't think you know
What to do wit this thing
So watcha gon' do?

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl

Damn shorty, how you get that to fit in dem jeans?
Body lookin' so good and you walk so mean
I know exactly what to do with it, just give it to the dog
Girl, I'll act a fool with it, I know what you need

You need a dude like me to come over, girl
And give you what cha need, satisfaction guaranteed
And you ain't messin' wit a lame
I ain't like these other *** tryna holla at you
Girl, I ain't the same, naw

And I don't get sprung easy
It's gon' take more than just your goodies and weave to get Weezy
I got the whip outside, now jump in
I got my home boys, you can bring your friends

I got the Benz on dubs, relationships? Naw
Sorry girl, this ain't the flava of love
But ah, recognize game, game recognize real
I'm sayin', baby, is you ready for me?

I know you wanna see me shake my thing
But boy, I don't think you know
What to do wit this thing
So watcha gon' do?

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl

Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now
Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now
Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now
Bring it up fast, drop it down slow now

Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now
Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now
Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now
Give it to me, boy, put it on me right now

I know you wanna see me shake my thing
But boy, I don't think you know
What to do wit this thing
So watcha gon' do?

Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl
Give it to you, girl, give it, give it to you, girl

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Make Up Your Mind - Lyrics - Tyrese

Title: Make Up Your Mind
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Joe Carter, Tyrese Gibson, Trevor Job, Tyres

Lyric:
God bless the day I found you
Can somebody tell me
Why you don't believe in me? Oh no

When I say A, you think I mean B
Guess it wasn't meant to be, so I'm movin' on, yeah
You tell me you've changed still the same
I'm ma tell you like my Mama told me, game
(Game recognize game)

That's how I know you will never change
We've been at this for a nice long while
I think it's best we go our own ways, goodbye
(Fame doesn't mean a thing)
'Cuz it's all about you

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no

You've opened my eyes, I've realized
That you and I will never know love
Where did we go wrong? Yeah
You turned on me in times of need
I'mma tell you like my Mama told me, games
(Game recognize game)

That's how I know you will never change
We've been at this for a nice long while
I guess it's best we go own ways, goodbye
(Fame doesn't mean a thing)
'Cuz it's all about you, oh oh oh

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(Can you do that for me please baby? Oh)

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no
(Would you just make up mind for me baby)

We've been involved for oh so long, yeah, yeah
And already got feelings that are oh so strong
If I get that urge to kick it to the curb
Oh, I'll be outta here and won't look back my dear
I'm sorry but I gotta go, oh

I always let you say what you wanna say
I only told you be who you wanna be
So why you wanna flip on me?

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(I can't let you do this to me baby, no, no )

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
(Is there somethin' wrong with this love affair baby?)
When you're tryin'
Why don't you make up your mind?
No, no, no, no
(Make up mind for me baby, do it for me baby)

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out
When you're tryin' to have somethin'
Make up your mind
'Cuz I can't want this more than you want this, no
(So you gotta go baby, oh no )

Make up your mind
It's two feet in 'cuz you can't have one foot out

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Till Death Comes - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Till Death Comes
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Senen Reyes, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

We've been in the game for a long time, yes we're battle tested
With the time and the emotion and the money invested
And everything hard, no one else's game is tighter
Check the network, I've been your fuckin' service provider

I brought you thug shit, taught you drug shit, got you bugged shit
Tell me what we haven't done, we run you through the gambit, son
Leave you understandin' what the street life is
But you haters never understand, so eat my dick

You better keep your concentration, if you're ready to roll on me
And good bitches if you wanna unload on me
'Cause if you miss, you won't get that far
I'm happy jumpin' fences and runnin' down the street, like a track star

I'm at the finish line, it's essential, I'm so influential
We'll strip you off your street credential
Game recognize, game read all about it
You think you blew them in his spine, look homie, I doubt it for real

My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

They call me dog, homie look it, I don't sell wolf tickets
I got my fingers on the triggers and I'm ready to click it
I never back down, there's nothing' you could do to me nigga
Who the fuck are you? Your face is really new to me nigga

You wanna run with the dog, try payin' your two songs
Punk niggas bailin' every time, that I use chrome
So many niggas ain't none of 'em last
The bright lights in the woods be stunnin' their ass

I took a chance to advance in my life, believe it
It takes a stand to be a man, busters can't conceive it
Fools tryin' to be hard, they only act the role
You little sorry ass bitches, I'll smack you hoes

Tryin' to foam people, make 'em think you're somethin' you're not
I'm exposin' all you bitches, by provokin' the dot
No more talkin', time for some action, drama
Ya been shot down, bullets through your plastic armor

My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

My game's so strong, I can't go wrong
My dough's so raw, baby why prolong
Maybe we get high, maybe we get dumb
Maybe we can party all night till death come

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Keep It G.A.N.G.S.T.A. - Lyrics - Music & Me - Nate Dogg

Title: Keep It G.A.N.G.S.T.A.
Album: Music & Me
Artist: Nate Dogg
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Cynthia Loving, A Joiner, Dorsey Wesley

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Lyric:
A gangsta's for every day
So make sure that you keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A
And now that I know the game
I'll make sure that I keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A

Me and the ghetto where the poor people hang
Please pay attention, they do ghettoish thangs
One out of three, yep, a third of 'em bang
The other motherfuckers they be slangin' that cane

Always out for money 'cause the money's the game
Eastside homey, it's a Long Beach thang
You heard me right nigga, this is DPG
With the superwoman standin', claimin' CPT

I promise I'ma keep it G
Rep my south team, hands in the street
Recognize game and they recognize me
'Cause a G like me comes naturally

Those haters try to hate on me
But they got no choice but to do right by me
There's no way o' dividin' me
'Cause my OG's in the streets gon' ride for me

I promise to do ghetto things
'Cause I'm the closest thing to ghetto in this industry
That's why I be chillin' when it's 90 degrees
While ya keep shit poppin', how I ride this beat

And people always sayin' to me
How can I tell I'm really a G? 'Cause an OG told a gangsta
A gangsta told a playa, a playa told Nate
And Nate just said to me

A gangsta's for every day
So make sure that you keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A
And now that I know the game
I'll make sure that I keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A
(Look, X to the Z)

I'm shifty, versus runnin' a buck 50
Tryin' to get large enough bank to get Britney
I'ma do Britney like Bobby did Whitney
Fuck her whole life off, donate my kidney

Wake up to vodka, crash with the whiskey
My name holdin' to much weight, you can't lift me
Came from my first out ghetto with King Tipsy
Hold a torch over my city, you can't miss me

Niggas say fuck me but can't fuck wit' me
Twist this shit, make your finger tips sticky
I need me a wify, shit, I mean wifey
I'm so fucked up, I couldn't read my own writin'

Clash of the Titan, no propaganda
Big shots are hummin' for you, Tony Montana
T-shirt, khakis, tucked in bandannas
Livin' amongst the most scandalous on the planet

A gangsta's for every day
So make sure that you keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A
And now that I know the game
I'll make sure that I keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A

A gangsta's for every day
So make sure that you keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A
And now that I know the game
I'll make sure that I keep it G.A.N.G.S.T.A

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It'S Over - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: It'S Over
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Chris Arms, Ricardo Brown, Darrin Lockings, Natina Reed

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Lyric:
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

I went from canapes to boards
Bands to no records
(Sorry)
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
K U R U P T, Annie
You just bring my bottle of Rimy

Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the playboy Mansion
I stomp like gortex, poetical gortex
Bouncin' to jigga in California

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

It's the N A T I, aw you know the rest
Act silly high frequently they contest
I done tours across the seas and been across the world
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs

It's over 'cause I'm bad to the bone
Leave 'em, real diva to her own alone
I drive a Jaguar, so many different cars
Life as a pop star, shakin 'em this hard, come on

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

This is how life should be
My girl and my piece
Don't make me remind you
I stays VIP
(Move over)

For all my dime piece and all of my G's
Hustlers and pimps with shiny wrist, makin' money
It's my turn to shine and my turn to floss
Like you played a game, I stomps the billboards

One things for sure, G's hit the door
Tone and Poke know, Natina does not play
When she get on the mike she say what she got to say
Dr.Dre and Snoop, no 'cause rep is ill
From East Coast to West the unforgettable skills

Bust from head to hand, sippin' on Rimy Red
Runnin' from club to club, nickels and diamond dubs
Ready to rock spots, folds and drop tops
Grew up in Gangsta rap, Natina be runnin' pop

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Scheme - Lyrics - Through The Eyes - Flaw

Title: Scheme
Album: Through The Eyes
Artist: Flaw
Composer(s): Chris Volz, Ryan Jurhs, Christopher Ballinger, Lance Arny, Jason Daunt

Lyric:
It woke up in me years ago
How this was meant to be
All of those falsehoods plain to see
They dug and hung their greed

Will there be profit?
You could see if only we were blind
Lonely and sheltered, your life is free
But its still one step behind

Just like me, they tried their rules on me
They tried their rules on me
They tried their rules on me, me, me
I broke those chains and fucking split

And so you, and so you, and so you, and so you
Pass all the fascist asses
Ignore those classes of bottleneck masses
Producing an all but awful stench
Delivering a section of all the money, stole and spent

As you start to recognize
(You're in the game)
As you start to recognize
You're in the game

Growing afflictions head to toe
This never should have been
But placing blame is cowardly
Restructure must begin

Will there be profit?
You could see if only we were blind
Lonely and sheltered, your life is free
But it's still one step behind

Just like me, they tried their rules on me
They tried their rules on me
They tried their rules on me, me, me

And so you, and so you, and so you, and so you
Pass all the fascist asses
Ignore those classes of bottleneck masses
Producing an all but awful stench
Delivering a section of all the money, stole and spent

As you start to recognize
(You're in the game)
You start to recognize
You're in the game

The game is'nt a playing board is you
Playing board is
(You)
Playing board is you

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Still A G Thang - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: Still A G Thang
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Cecil Womack, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

It's like 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7
I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump like

Four DPG's gettin' crazy
And No Limit is the label that pays me
Ridin' 'round town layin' game down like Goldie
And I remember what my momma showed me

Told me game recognize game
And stay true to what ya do and don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her sometimes I have to wonder
How I keep from goin' under, I'm a bad muthafucka

I fall to my knees, thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I love to gang bang
See life ain't nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway
You can say what you wanna say

Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know, C know and P know, see loc'
We make music for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches, fuck them R&B singers

She want a nigga with his khackies hangin' real low
In a black rag Sixty-four
Hit it down the street, way clean
Bangin' that real shit nigga like Al Green

I'm headed straight to the LB
?Forget it?, that's what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some bullshit
And when it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick

'Cause ain't nothin' butter but us
And nigga you'll get wet up for fuckin' with my cheddar
It's cold outside, nigga grab ya sweater
And that bad bitch you fuckin' with
Nigga she get ya set up

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Boy, you done, put all ya trust in that hoe
Didn't ya see what happened to the President Niggaro?
Livin' in a tight house, big as the White House
You fucked around and stuck ya dick
In that white bitch mouth

What you talkin' 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty like the South
And to be real, I feel that's how I'm comin' out
Back on the hoe stroll, highway pimp patrol
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, nigga let her off parole

Man nigga way cold with his game
What's his muthafuckin' name? Who? Huh!
I'm the capital S, don't fuck with stress
N double O P D O, muthafuckin' double G

Coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone
Count money like Basie police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you can't
I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm blowin' hella dank

So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or blowin' on some doe doe
Spread the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up with the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the most here's a toast

With Snoop Dogg is the representer
Through the niggas and G's through the LBC's
Through the Calio projects, Brooklyn to Queens
Chi-town woe now, the Dogg Pound in the house

Every time we touch down right next to my hometown
D-town, Eastside St. Louie
Spokane, get ya money, man, tic-tock
Little Rock, right next to Houston, Texas

Home of Rap-A-Lot, we like to jack a lot
Gimme what ya got, let me get that up out ya, nigga
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while it's hot
And got the bitches posted up in the parkin' lot

And guess what, they want the
Nigga with the biggest nuts
A nigga who don't give a fuck
See, niggas like me, all we see is
Money, power moves, and a bitch a week

And last but not least my nigga BOZ
Much love from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh, yeah
And my little cousin DAZ, forever, nigga
This DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE [Incomprehensible]

You know where I'm at? Holla at me
Get at me holla at me nigga holla at a Dogg that's real
Y'all niggas know what's happenin'
It's still a thang, it's still a G thang

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea collar
Dippin' in my blue Impala
(DPG)
...

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Recognize - Lyrics - Balls and My Word - Scarface

Title: Recognize
Album: Balls and My Word
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Ferrell Wayne Miles, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
I'm gonna expose yo ass, you bitch
See me in these motherfuckin' streets
(Don't stop)
With ya fag ass, gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy

Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip the big diamonds
We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying

And I been around the world in one day
Chucking up the deuce for S.A.
I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho'

I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
And all my homies in the federal
Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up
They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back
(Word)

It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad
I got a lesson for ya ass
I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat
I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep

Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond
And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone
Assassinated, people lay steppin'
Eliminated, enemy with aggression

Sit back and smoke me one, the Obi Won Kenobi one
Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin'
I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods
And everybody neighborhood

From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood
How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed

Considered to be a savior and not be God
(Whoa)
Listen to the nigga flow now, I can speed it up or slow down
Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby

Southern [unverified] baby, the last of a dying, we born again
The vicious life religious, I was born to win
The closure after the greatest hit the sofa
When I still ride for Prince like a soldier

The two-thousand millennium comes
Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don
The next up to bat, the Jordan, Larry, cousy yo of rap
And I ain't gotta walk around strapped

J don't tolerate the mack dirties
You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s
Now back it up, for he send something back to you, ain't plan to defend
Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Then I'm a double back and do it again)

So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules
Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school!
'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5
And plus I been smart a long time

Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect
I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check
It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on
And on and on, and on and on and on and on

Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt
Knock they dicks in the dirt, now you the bitch that's in the skirt
I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues
Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true

I just stick to the script and take it in stride
Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride
Yes, yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
This time I'm aiming at the neck dog

It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin'
I'm a leave you a nice little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life
I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang
I'm outty like flame, the signature just James, recognize

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(I'm a play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Play till I win)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play till I win)
So what you gone do?
(Double back and do it again)

So what you gone do Face?
(Play the game 'til I win)
So what you gone do?
(Then I'm a double back and do it again)

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Kite 2 Da Boys - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Kite 2 Da Boys
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Jeffrey Thompkins

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Lyric:
Caught up, Dirty Game
Nigga I deal wit' it though, you know
Shit ain't easy out there on them streets boy, you know
Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo' 'sho

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

What up dogg hope you chillin' 'cuz I ain't
I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't
I really don't know what kinda time a nigga facin'
Can't get a bond 'cuz I ain't cooperatin'

So I'ma strap down they gone take me for a ride
You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside
Been here before so it really ain't shit
You'll let me know what's goin' on in the streets and what's sum flix

Probably get a buzz when I think you got this letter
Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better
I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin' to work su'um
But I ain't copin' out shit 'cuz they ain't got nothin'

Just maintain here waitin' for a court date
Don't need no loot 'cuz my commencer's straight
And give a wuss up to the boys 'round the way
I'm shootin' you this kite on the 9th day of May

My dogg had a b-day I hope his shit was straight
But when I hit the streets it'll be to late to celebrate
Just hold the fort down 'cuz your boy gone be alright
Right now I'm doin' 500 push ups every nite

My shit be on tight feelin' like my shit gone burst
And I'm lock down on nigga merc from off the turf
That nigga dats just [unverified] tell the boys peace
A couple Otha niggaz we know from off the street

I would say they names but you prolly wouldn't know 'em
But I bet chu'd recognize these cats if you saw 'em
We got shit locked so you know your dogg straight
I'll write you page 2 when we take a smoke break nigga wut

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Yeah, boy nigga back after I smoked 1
And this FD fuckin' C shit ain't no joke son
They have a nigga locked down all day
And the only outside a nigga see is the hallway

No bitchez
You know da ones they got on the streets in pictures
The whole thing operatin' on snitchez, witchez
Why I don't talk 'bout mah case

You nosy ass niggaz tryin' to be up in a niggaz face
Muthafuckaz better back off me
These niggaz try to act soft, [unverified] in they rooms tryin' to jack off
Poor fucka run around and catch a new charge

To many niggaz flaw talkin' 'bout how dey live large
And to use the fone it be a long line
But I just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time
'Cuz I'ma be here a lot more days

And ain't nothin' up in this thang but niggaz and o-yay's
And a couple crackaz who robbed banks
Da Otha day my nigga swallowed some balloons and got a nigga dank
We was gettin' all serious on the rec y'all

Gotta be careful 'cuz them guards be sweatin' hard
Or them jealous ass grampus might snitch
So ya gotta break 'em a 'lil picture get shook down
These muthafuckas out to keep me

But I'm shill 'cuz I still my ole girl weekly
'Wit my 'lil sisters and my 2 kids
But I'm out boy I gotta do this bid I'm holla though
Catch y'all niggaz on the turf

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Boy I can't wait to get up out this shit
This muthafuckin' institution life's a bitch
Police tell you when to eat and sleep
Shit just creep a nigga miss the streets

Always get strip searched right out the vizo
Lost that right 'cuz I slapped up my hizo
Fuck that nigga ain't about dis shit
A nigga gotta stay the fuck out this bitch
Know what I'm sayin'

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

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Trill Recognize Trill - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: Trill Recognize Trill
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, La Marquis Jefferson, Christopher B Bridges, Craig Love

Lyric:
I still, I still, I still, I still
I still, I still, I still, tote steel
I still tote steel, I still tote steel
I still, ha

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Bun B is the name, UGK is the click
P A T is the city so if you hate, suck the dick
I'm from the land of the trill, from the home of the hard
Where niggaz don't wait to see ya, they bring it to your yard

We ain't never been fraud, we ain't never been lame
So if you wanna get it crackin', every nigga is game
So we can catch a corner, or we can catch a square
Any place, any time, I'll be waitin' right there

See I give you a bad one and shoot you in the spine
But as soon as you hit your back, my dogs'll eat you alive
All we know is survive, we ain't taking no ails
So before you play with us, you best play with yourself

'Cause I'm tired of the tough talk, tired of the mean mug
I'm 'bout ready to give these fuck niggaz a clean slug
Cock back the hammer on the goddamn steel
And put a hollow in the middle of his goddamn breel, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Talkin' about the carats in my watch, diamonds in my chain
Who's baddest on the block? What my status in the game?
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold

The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain

I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz

Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother

So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us

You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
'Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya

Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Something 'Bout Pimpin' - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Something 'Bout Pimpin'
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, George Clinton, Jeffrey Thompkins, Todd Shaw, Phillip Wynn, Norman Durham

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Lyric:
That's right, we're Pimpin' On Wax, biatch
Short dog in the house, chillin' with my nigga JT Money
What's up man? What's up dawg
All these hoes know it's goin' on
And recognize, tell 'em what's on your mind, man

I got a problem with this punk ass bitch I know
Ol' no good skanlezz switch out ho
An untrustworthy bitch like Delilah
Only thing she good for is puttin' dick inside her

Motherfuckin' face, bitch got some good neck
But the little trick need to learn some respect
She made me beat her ass, take a nigga out this game
See I don't beat my hoes 'cause all my hoes is payin'

But this one act like she don't understand
You is the bitch, me, I'm the man
Remember dat shit, then learn to submit
And that's when you stop gettin' your funky ass kicked

Little hard headed trick, see a nigga know about ya
And I know a dollar bill'll bring tha ho outcha
Then you got the nerve to claim you better than the rest of my hoes
When you ain't even in the rankin' of the best of my hoes

Somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
These hoes be off the chain

Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
'Cause this player's gotta keep a fat, knock the show

I'm like JD walker
Pimp hat to tha right smooth talker
Bitches workin' all night like a stalker
Gettin' every last nickel, dime and quarter

Pimpin' ain't hardly nuthin' new to me
Used to be a little kid watchin' movies
I knew what I wanted in life, about nine or ten hoes
I ain't want no wife

I used to walk real cool like my leg was broke
And I still do, now I get paid from hoes, bitch
If I say so, you better get up, get down and go get my dough

'Cuz this east side, nigga don't care
Since I was nine years old, I would've been a player
And now I got a lot 'o women it's never endin'
It's just somethin' 'bout this pimpin'

Somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
These hoes be off the chain

Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
'Cause this player's gotta keep a fat, knock the show

Now one time for you H O
You wanna try a real player 'bout his pesos
Hey hoes, I know you in this game tryin' to come up, pick a come up
Got these niggas got they nut up for some cut ups

So wut up? All I wanna do is get this money witcha
I'm dead serious, I ain't tryin' to be funny witcha
I teach tha game but it ain't for free
When I see you with some change you just bring it to me

So we can come up in this game and you can get hurt ho
When you in public just remember who you work for
Because all the tight birds and cats gonna come try to holla
So called ballers, flashin' eight dollars

Hatin' J baby, you just play it crazy
Let him spend his loot on them boobs so you can pay me
All I want is the bread, he want the pussy and head
Don't be misled, just remember everything I said, biatch

Somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
These hoes be off the chain

Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
'Cause this player's gotta keep a fat, knock the show

Somethin' about pimpin'
That makes me love this game
Somethin' about pimpin'
These hoes be off the chain

Somethin' about pimpin'
I just don't wanna stop
Somethin' about pimpin'
'Cause this player's gotta keep a fat, knock the show

Motherfuckin' Money dog, gotta work these hoes dawg
Pimpin' On Wax, Pimpin' On Wax, baby
Hoes don't know the game
It's goin' down like that, oh, so don't stop
Oh, yeah

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Bright As The Sun - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Bright As The Sun
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Oji Pierce

Lyric:
Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Get this lick, I try to hit tonight

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me

Every time I think about it, I still can't understand
What make these niggaz think they don't need a plan
'Cuz if you don't have a plan then tell me what you got
The old get rich quick scheme or bust her ass Broc

Niggaz be punkin' out Loc, dyin' over nothin'
It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion
Hickory, dickory, thievery, trickery, poverty, misery, pleads to insanity
Homicide, rivalry, grand theft burglary, purgery, emergency, surgery

APB, they lookin' for a G, you ran through a field, hopped a fence
And climbed a tree, 911, here they come, come, nigga with a gun
Now your ass is done, ain't nowhere to hide, ain't nowhere to run
'Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

It seems nowadays just to get some respect
Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check
Or come around the corner on 3 hobbit
Blockin' up the street, flossin' back on your keys

And everybody's sayin', "You're the man Loc, never broke
And high off that pream old smoke", sippin' in the seat
Rollin' in the rag top Chevy '63, the P I M P

On top of the game but now you're gettin' laid
'Cuz that gak, weed, yay-o is playin' tricks on your brain
You're lookin' for a way out before your game play out
'Cuz once your game play out, ya lose all ya kriz out

Late one night you was rollin' down the block
With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock
One time got behind you and they told you to stop
But you kept rollin' 'cuz ya said you wasn't broke

Out like a sucka, you dumb mothafucka
Now the chase is on and here go the song
How in the hell do you think you can run
When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun?

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Lock down since the '80, situation number 3
A nigga is released from the penitentiary
Fools better recognize and visualize
Don't be surprised, ya better realize

They gotta plan for your ass, a cage for the mask
So if you're rollin' dirty then ya better have a stash
Spot in your whoopty and know the whoompty whoofty
When the whoompty whafty is done until you see

He don't know the new game 'cuz the new game ain't true game
Well, he better catch her quick because the old game is runnin'
Nine in his waist, that's the new game Loc
'Cuz if you ain't heated then you might get smoked

He was walkin' down the street, mindin' his business
Just happy to be free and what do we see?
From the corner of his house, here come one time
So off he dashed like they set fire to his ass

'Cuz if he get caught, it's strike number three
And this might be his last day on the street
I bet ya next time you'll listen when I tell you, son
That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

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