Shawty Get Loose - Lyrics - Shawty Get Loose - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose
Album: Shawty Get Loose
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Shawty Get Loose (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Mama

Title: Shawty Get Loose (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Mama
Composer(s): Adrian Vashawn Quinn, Tracy (Dr) Randall, Shawn Davis

Lyric:
(Greatness + Greatness = Great Greatness)
Hey! Hey! Hey!

The way we get loose, we move our shoulders
Forwards, heads back
Get it in control like Janet Jack
Get it on the floor, let them know what?s happening

L.I.L. you better ask somebody
I been on my grind since butt touch potty
Y?all don?t really want it with the Yung God Toddla
With a flow so spec like technolotta

It?s so sick how the clock go tick
Keep giving y?all hits like teckmatic, uh!
That?s the reason why I spit it how I spit it
When I spit it?s like mucus, gotta get rid of it

These chicks don?t pop like me
Uncompatible girl, no comparing me
And ain?t none of y?all scaring me
Like don?t you wish your girl was as bad as me?

Yeah! With a flow so sick like Twista
So sweet, what could be cold like Mystic
Instincts come so smooth like what is it
BK-H-Dub ours like a wizard

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there's nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Nappy boi!)
(Shawty get loose)

What it do do, tell it to the Pizzain
You already know, tell 'em I?m the mizzain
Shawty you ain't messin' with a lezzamz
I'ma have you loose on the floor you gon' be steppin' with a kizzain

I mindboggle models with a bottle of something good
I take 'em to the hood and have they ass going insane
A hard rap artist that hang with singers
So don't think this thing is hard ?cause homie it ain't

I'm loose loose you gotta be kidding me
You tellin' me shawty right here can take her hair down
And do it like you you
If all of this is true, you gotta show me
What you done told me, now do it, 5 4 3 2 2

You know Pain came to change the game
All the way from the same thing
It's some of that new new
Impress me, I want one person on this floor to try to test me

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)
In the crib, in the club, on the block, it don't matter
(That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that)
I-i-it it don?t, i-i-it it don?t
(Shawty get loose)

In the crib, in the club, on the block it don't matter
I spit stat, 4 5 6, a doo doo dada
How she d-d-do da like dat?
Got the hood on the back and the pockets is fat

Still rolling, rolling, left, right
Shot calling calling, that's right
Got my team on the market for millions we ?bout to pop it
Lock drop and roll like a hip hop rock show

You never know where my mind gon? go
N-n-not Puerto Rican but I like mangos
So smooth on the dance floor, so move on the dance floor
When you see me coming, I'm running it like a game show

You ain?t know? Lil Mama goes
She be burning and pumping to hit you with the bus flow
She's hot!
Get it loose on the floor and I cannot stop! What!

(Shawty get loose)
Baby do what you do let me see you let down your hair
(Shawty get loose)
Hit the dance floor and act like there?s nobody else in here
(Shawty get loose)
Krump! Clown! Break it on down baby do your thing
(Shawty get loose)
P-H-A-T, phat, baby I ain?t even know you can break it down like that

That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)
That, that, that, that-that-that, that, that
(Shawty get loose)

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Salt Shaker (Remix) - Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Salt Shaker (Remix)
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Jonathan H Smith, Craig D Love, D'Angelo Holmes

Lyric:
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker

P poppin' till you percolate
First booty on duty. no time to wait
Make it work, with your wet T-shirt
Bitch you gotta shake it till your camel starts to hurt

Say the heals on your feet or the strap around your ankle
Call that big bow jangle
Juicy like fruit or dosh like coup Deville
Used to get loose on the goose for real

Five dollars, get your ass a table dance
If you got ten then bring a friend
Hoe shake your ass to the song then
If you ain't with it then we gone then

We ain't no boys, we grown men
If you ain't gon' dance then don't then
Why you wanna waste a niggaz song?
Then see your ass down doin' nothin'

Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker

Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it

Roll that ass round and round like a motherfuckin' wheel
Shake that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin' drill
Roll that ass round and round like a motherfuckin' wheel
Shake that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin' drill

Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it

Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit

Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker

Shake it like a dollar five or ten
But what would you do for a twenty twen
Get on the stage shake that ass then
Get on the pole do a back ban

I like that do it again
Here's another ten bitch do it again
Work like a game that you playin' to win
Make that pussy fart for the Ying Yang Twins

Sixteen bitches in thongs in one club
The home of the fifth rate bones and butts
[Unverified] bitches splittin' all over the floor
Hornafy, can't deny, certified pro

On the poll upside down, this shit for real
Sixty-nine plenty time will pay a bill
At day she a clerk but night she turn stripper
You're not even dated, you're just tryin' to tip her

Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker

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Tear It Up - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Tear It Up
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Tracy Sewell, Renaldo Whitman

Lyric:
Jeezy? What up?
Where you at?
Shit, I'm in the hood where you
Think I'm at man you know, shit

Still comin' over?
Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man
Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me
S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah
A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up

Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things

If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh
Got a gangsta on a mission, mission
Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right

She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

Me and shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star, star
For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car, damn
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey

Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom
She like to play with the stick, yeah
I know just how to handle her, how?
No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah

Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa
Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass
She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side
'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time

I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh
Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that

Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch
You want that straight drop dick
Come to the hood bitch
I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand

'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man
Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man
True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks
We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps

Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home
I'ma tear dat pussy up
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on

So as I hit the do' she already know it's on
I'ma tear dat pussy up
Two logs two shots of Patron
Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs

I'ma tear dat pussy up
Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning
I'ma tear dat pussy up

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5000 Ones - Lyrics - Dj Drama

Title: 5000 Ones
Artist: Dj Drama
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Sean Combs, Clifford Harris, Cornell Haynes, Jay Jenkins, Carl Mitchell, Jasiel Robinson, Gary White, Cedric Williams

Lyric:
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man

You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang

You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine

Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it

See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'

I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas

Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch

5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that

That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change

Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that

She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch

I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it

Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'

Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it

Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club

I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs

Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got

I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her

I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no

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Zoom - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Zoom
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Jasiel Robinson, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Lil' Boosie, Bad A**
Yung Joc, we got a hit, let's go, baby

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
They on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

I'm Boosie, Bad A** and I zoom right by ya
760, patna, Krispy Kreme on the tires
Smoke that fire, purple kush by the pound
Ask my dawg Webbie, this is how it goes down

From my hood to your hood, man, we makin' money
In the club, we poppin' bottles, the room, we hittin' models
Rollin' through the bottom, all the kids hollin' Boosie
This life, a *** livin' like I'm starrin' in a movie

Fresh out the jacuzzi, lil' powder on my chest
Got 30 on my neck, Turk and Mel, just cut the check
Naw, I'm zoomin' in my Charger on them 24's
Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp, so slow your roll

Ice cold from my neck to my wrist, we gettin' paid
On my feet, I got them J's, play wit me, I got them K's
Red Gucci shades, me and Joc gettin' paid
Now the whole United States takin' pictures all day

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

You see the way I hustle, they think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I *** 'em, tell them *** to get lost
A lot of *** mad, they all pissed off
If a *** think he bad, tell him 'Jump' like Kriss Kross

I'm poppin' prison tags 'cuz the wrist cost
You can see me splurge, yeah, how to break a soft
Just ask my *** Boosie, he tell you what it is
Face card good 'cuz the face card trill

And if you gotta problem, I suggest you head home
He in the red zone, *** leave your head gone
Don't hit me on my chirp, *** that's the Fed phone
Keep talkin' 'bout the work, *** now you dead wrong

Can't believe I keep them beans for them ***
Sell 'em dreams, ain't no *** on my team
Like my clothes crispy clean
I like my dough Krispy Kreme, 64' on lean
That's my *** Mouse and Turk who got the work for the fiends

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

Man, I been zoomin' in my drop top, mobbin' through the city
Fresh fad, fresh J's wit 2 bad ***
One name Sarah, one name Tina
Together they make weather like Katrina

They a fool, shawty red, she a Ruff Ryder
She get on back of that motorbike
And all you see is back on that motorbike
I drive fast cars, they call me NASCAR
You feel me but I'm in love wit the Hummy

Get retarded in Ferraris, I get loose in the Coupe
Paranoid like Pac, so I keep that glock
When I zoom, zoom
And after that, let's get a room, room

Yeah, I need a dime piece, a fine freak, get on back
You could ride on the bike or in the 'Lac, hah, bro?
Now we got everybody zoomin'
The lil' kids zoomin', look you got a hit, Boosie

A fresh pair of J's, I hit the club stuntin'
Wit a fresh pair of shades, makin' that money
Everybody gettin' paid, everything lovely
And I'm doin' my thing, my thing, my thing

Everybody like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We on them dubs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
We walk up in the club like

We in here, get off the pedal like
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my girls like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
And all my thugs like zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

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Don’t Sleep - Lyrics - Pac's Life - 2pac

Title: Don’t Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Chicago Craig Darryl R. Richardson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Cole, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Yafeu A Fula, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Shit

When I enter the first zone worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G when niggas battle me

My prophesied prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin', hell or prison

My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob gettin' married
It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark
This is expected, a trick bitch where's your heart?

You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's none left, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random
Rapidly wit' accuracy, they shouldn't've talk bad to me
It had to be a motherfuckin' murder
I'm glad to be a nigga that did the murder

So sad to see another motherfucker floatin'
In plastic reef, sleep wit' his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police coastin'
Casualties warrant in deep east Oakland

Yolk the nigga off the asphalt, drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Death with the lex ruger, death to ya
Niggas cry when the bullet fly, kill and execute 'em

I blast first 'til they body me like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt
Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts

Addicted to my nine movin' like crime through time
Poppin' niggas like pimples nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine
Etch-a-sketchin', dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out ain't no easy way outs or easy exits, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time

When I hit the street all I can see is the grind
Blood sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I un for my folk like I load my nine
And when I let loose then no crew standin' but mine

I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty
Same one knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna fight me then come find me
Whateva you do shawty you betta think wisely

You might see me wit' a stack in the trap
I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be, yeah, I'ma keep it G
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

We gon' ride, keep my pistol on my side
Always creep wit' the nine when I ride, don't sleep
Blowin' pine, always hustlin' on the grind
'Cause I gotta get mine all the time, don't sleep

Don't sleep
Don't sleep

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What Can U Do - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: What Can U Do
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Carlos Walker, Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks, Ali Jones, Corey Way

Lyric:
Hey world, I can do it too
D4L, I can do it too
Bankhead, I can do it too
ATL, I can do it too

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

I can do it wit no hands, I can stand on one toe
Oh, I can lean wit it, rock wit it, bitch, I'm Fa-bo
You don't wanna see fo'-fo'
Don't test D4L, whole Bankhead we ready to go
When real killas at yo do', give up the blow, Mook-B

I was born in mackin', live it at times shawty was low
In the 'hood, I was the mark and I stunt 'cause I smoke 'dro
What can u do, oh, I can do it too
Get loose, pop 1, pop 2, I'm still goin', you through

What's happenin', what's up? I need gray goose off in my cup
And the geek just kicked in, can you do it like a truck?
I gotta see my doctor 'cause it's hard on the battlefield
That's why I keep my black shield 'cause God say don't kill

But know that we real when we come through
Got to scope in my demon to hunt you
Got a plot and a scheme to confront you
Swung on the big money, gotta 1, 2

All my niggaz on the block gon' roll
All my niggaz on the block gon' smoke
Strap-up, Stuntman, let's go
We're deep, we're deep
(Oh, oh, oh)

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

Whatever you do, I can do, bet y'all niggaz can't stunt like me
Hollywood Courts, nigga that's so true
Ain't no tellin' what the stunt might do
Whole car built wit big ole rims, now I got 'em lookin' like
Neva seen a Dodge Magnum wit emory in the head lights

Damn right, I buy real good
Trap that good in my neighborhood
Cross my heart and hope to die
Oh, my Lord, stay mack so fly

Why ask why? D4L, we'll neva die, fa real though
Still got a house on the hill, ho
Whatever y'all did, we can do it, folk

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

Flip day, yay, sell dem P's, I can do it too
You can buy that pussy and spoil that ho, I'ma leave that shit to you
You keep it real, stay sucker free, I do the same, too
I rep that Barn-Holms [Incomprehensible], nigga ask about Mook

You hatin' on D4L, nigga, motherfuck you
That's why yo girl and yo kids love the whole crew
We keep dem hits bangin' like we rockin' red and blue, hey
Trill gangsta niggaz, that ain't scared to damn shoot, hey

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

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Un Poquito - Lyrics - The Boatlift - Pitbull

Title: Un Poquito
Album: The Boatlift
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Matthew Bradley, Armando Christian Perez, Christian Ward

Lyric:
Yeah, that's right
It's ya boy and Pitbull

All my dogs say
"Make money, money
Make money, money, money"
(Make money, money)
(Make money, money, money)

All my ladies say
"Take money money
Take money money money"
(Take money, money
(Take money, money, money")

Shawty, I love the way you shake it
'Cause you drop it and break it
Makin' a nigga wanna take it to the flo'
And I ain't trippin' on paper
Baby I wanted to make ya

So tell ya friends we can head to the mall
(Take off)
You know I got a pill, here it is
(Take off)
No reason keepin' on all your clothes
(Take off)

You know I'm gonna drive you crazy
Gettin' head on private plane right before I take off
I got a mean ol' swag, 'cause ya lead boy up
Tell 'em lean on that, tell me, baby
You ain't never seen on sash

Hundred gees all cash
In my Gucci duffel bag
(Go)
Wednesday night
(Go)

Catch me at shack
(Go)
Spanish bitch
With me got these girls, all bad
(Go)

Ay and I'm so good
Spend twenty thou'
And I ain't worried 'bout that

Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop
Move girl and make that culo go pop
Ay, make that culo go pop

Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)
Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
(Dale, dale, dale, dale)

Can I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy I wouldn't mind again
Saturday ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up your girls
Let 'em know we on the way

I am what they wanna be
I'm always with a bad one
You need you a chico
You'll understand when you have one

Yung Berg, Pitbull, baby, it's official
We just wanna hit you
Where the Lord split you
(Oh)

Dale mami, Dale mami
You can find me
In the back of the club
With two mami's gettin loose

Ask about me if you doubt me
Once I hit 'em and lick 'em
They can't be without me
(Oh)

Mami yo te lo quiero seltodo
No ta preguro tel novio [unverified]

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