Party Like A Rockstar - Lyrics - Rockstar Mentality - Shop Boyz

Title: Party Like A Rockstar
Album: Rockstar Mentality
Artist: Shop Boyz
Composer(s): Rasheed Hightower, Brian Ward, Demetrius Hardin, Jason Pittman, Richard Stephens, William Whedbee

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

I'm on a money makin' mission
But I party like a rock star
I'm flyin' down 20 lookin' good in my hot car

You know them **** be at my show
Worried 'bout where my chain go
I'm tryin' to rap and hold my pants
But these **** won't let my thang go

I do it like I do it
'Cuz you know them **** be tryin' that
Oh don't you know I **** wit fine diamonds
That look like Pamela

They fine and they hot brah
When I'm in the spot brah
I party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock star
Do it wit da black and da white
Like a cop car, cop car, yeah

Whoop, whoop
Me and my band, man
On the yacht with Marilyn Manson
Gettin' a tan man

Cool! You know me
Wit a skull belt and wallet chain
Shop Boyz, rock stars
Yeah, we 'bout to change the game

Change the game? Uh oh
They know that I'm a star, I'm a star
I make it rain from the center of my guitar

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

As soon as I came out the womb
My momma knew a star was born
Now I'm on the golf course
Trippin' wit da Osbournes

I seen da show with Travis Barker
Rock star mentality
I'm jumpin' in the crowd
Just to see if they would carry me

****** wanna marry me
They see me, they just might panic
My ice make 'em go down quick
Like the Titanic

Yeah, I'm wit da Shop Boyz
You know what we do
I'm surfin', screamin' 'cowabunga'
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock
Party like a rock star

Party like a rock
Party like a rock star
Party like a rock star
Totally dude!

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They Like Me - Lyrics - Rockstar Mentality - Shop Boyz

Title: They Like Me
Album: Rockstar Mentality
Artist: Shop Boyz
Composer(s): Lavell Crump, Demetrius Hardin, Rasheed A Hightower, Richard B Stephens, Brian D Ward

Lyric:
David Banner
Yeah, shawty
It's your boy, David Banner
New Shop Boyz, let's go

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

Aye man, hold up please, girl, you see this bling
Don't you see these diamonds? What that is? Them shinin' things
Look at all my rings compliment my bracelet
I think my chain stank 'cause people makin' ugly faces

I had two girls at the same time and I had 'em dykin'
Knowin' damn well if I ain't rap, they probably wouldn't even like me
But fuck it, I stay icy, ask about me in Atlanta
I'm a Shop Boy, flexin' on the track with Mr. Banner

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

She said you let me touch your chain, I'll let you poke it
This shit ain't hard to notice
Grab a knot and let her throw it, just to show her how I blow it
I'm a playa and she know it and I ain't scared to show it
I take her to my patnas, let 'em bust and leave her heart broken

Them bustas kick it like they cool but they hate us to they heart
Yeah, they talk behind my back 'cause they been haters from the start
I send them haters to the stars, then kick it with they wifey
And they neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause she like me

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

I can tell they envy me 'cause they see a playa fly
My earrings bling a ling, chain look like tie-dye
See we got different color girls but they always stick together
When I say move, they move, boy, they ready for whatever

I can see it in your eye, boy, don't make no false move
I know that you don't like me but you betta keep it cool
Don't mean no disrespect, I ain't tryna be rude
But look, you gotta know that I always keep a tool, yes sir

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

They lookin' at my jewels and they see a player icy
They kick it like they cool but I can tell they wanna fight me
I keep them girls choosin', turn 'em out and have 'em dykin'
They neva tell me naw, why? 'Cause they like me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, David Banner

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Flexin' - Lyrics - Rockstar Mentality - Shop Boyz

Title: Flexin'
Album: Rockstar Mentality
Artist: Shop Boyz
Composer(s): Rasheed Hightower, Brian Ward, Demetrius Hardin, Richard Stephens, James Scheffer

Lyric:
Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big car, big shoes and a big booty ***
One hand on my wheel just to see my jewelry glitz
[Incomprehensible] *** on my fingas and wrist
Never would've thought I'd live like this

Drive Toyota and a Honda and no other in the streets
Like D4L, 'Betcha Can't Do It Like Me'
I'm a [Incomprehensible]
They will tell you how it is, this is Shop Boyz summer

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big rims, my tires is flat
New Benz outside and black
Killas like, I admire that
New orange cutlass like a fire-hat

I stunt, I deserve a plant
Gimme a track, I murda that
Take your girl then work her back
When it comes to the flix then I don't slack

Cellphones same price as rent
Get stupid, [Incomprehensible] on my [Incomprehensible]
I'm off the chain, you tied to the fence
My angel feel like this turbulence

I'm 'bout to freeze, I need a coat
Your ice is a measly joke
I pray, yeah, I need to boast
I'm big flexin' from coast to coast

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

I'm a money go getta, keep money
50 thousand around my neck like Johnny
My car sit way in the sky
Future mission, man, I think it's gonna fly

Spent 'bout $450 on the shoes
My parents say I don't mean to be rude
I think I need protection
Gettin' money, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter of fact, I'm big boy flexin'

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My Music - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: My Music
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Jermaine Dupri, Bernard James Freeman, Maurice Gleaton, Bernard Leverette, James Phillips, Gerald Tiller, Leroy Williams, Jamall Willingham

Lyric:
Dis dat soso def shit

Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club
Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club

Every time I do it, u know just who I do it fo'
My o.g. niggaz, my gurls in the strip club
And fa my top cats thats block cruisin'
Thats for the coops serve the rocks on the block music

And any club, any party don't rock dis
I'm sendin' my trend dawg its lean wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates
They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate

Movin dem o's makin' dey pension
We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta Im'a gangsta u know just how I do it

Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club
Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club

I?m the shit you can't say I?m not
I keep white keep purp like a crayon box
Aay, and got a nice whipped game and I can't lie
Shit I could cook coke on a camp fire

Put it in my hands, I can make it go
If I can't move it then I'ma call Tony yo
I let the bullets from my gun spread
Sippin' hard while u down on the corn bread

First I droppin? the mix
Hit the pot like a Edward and bought 8 bricks
Yup, in my white tee so u know I keep it white
And I keep green like a traffic light

Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club

Yo pimpin', u know who it be its B.U.N to the little b
One hundred and one percent gangsta check my pedagree
Movin? thru yo? city like a muthafuckin? mayor
Hate on me nigga like I muthafuckin? care

I?m the king of the trill, got the streets in a head lock
A head busta piece so heads up I keep the lead cocked
Sellin' mo yayo than u could stuff in a bread box
And im'a keep on pushin even when the fed's flop

I represent the trill, I stand up fo? the hood
I?m holdin? down the underground just like a nigga should
UGK and DFB we do it fo? the block
Dem d boyz in the trap holdin? work keepin? it cocked
It don?t stop

I make my music for the ones servin' J's, servin' j's
The bitches in the club shakin' ass fo the pay, fo the pay
Fo' the ones one the block, ten hoe block holders
Fo' the ones that'll knock ya head off ya shoulders

Thats gangsta I doin? fo? the thugz
And the bitches in the hood on erry type of drug
Shipped across the border from purp to the cola
I hustle spreewells like fa three ten and molderz

Pond shop niggaz, keep a couple handguns
Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test u wanna test son
My motive is to kill a nigga shoot above the chest boy

Make my music for the boyz with the O's
The old school pro's in the strip club

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Rockstar Mentality - Lyrics - Rockstar Mentality - Shop Boyz

Title: Rockstar Mentality
Album: Rockstar Mentality
Artist: Shop Boyz
Composer(s): Theron Feemster, Demetrius Hardin, Rasheed Hightower, Richard Stephenson, Brian Ward

Lyric:
Y-y-yeah, y-y-yeah, y-y-yeah, y-y-yeah

T-t-totally dude

Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss is gone

T-t-totally dude

I'm on a money-makin' mission
But I party like the boss is gone
Comin' in at 10 wit' ma digital headphones on
You know that darla be my boss
An' she be worried 'bout ma hours
But I, uhh, comin' in at 10
'Cause when she gone I got the power

She alwayz checkin' up on me
She thinks I be slackin'
But I'm a state employee
An' she totally over-reactin'

So what if I be late
An' take some time to get my coffee on?
All next week she know
I gonna party like, uhh, boss us gone

Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss is gone

T-t-totally dude

Iii, lii
Party like the boss is gone
E'ry day a all next week
Monday through Friday
I gonna get me some sleep

You goin' see me in ma office
With my feet up relaxin'
'Cause working for ma boss
Is just a little bit taxin'

(Cool)
You goin' see me rollin' in
With my custom shades on
'Cause this is how we do it
When the boss be all gone

Yeah, I about to change
The opm of my duties
Like dude, the boss is gone
So what the hell she goin' do to me?

Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss is gone

T-t-totally dude

As soon as I came out the womb
I started playin' it slow
Now I'm chillin' at the commission
Am I workin'? Hell no

I got my slackin' all planned
Got that, 'Boss is gone' mentality
I'mma take a fo hour lunch
An' she not here to catch me

The gov'ment wanna stop me
Say I'mma waste people's taxes
Yo! I got better thangs to do
Than to kiss all they asses

Yo, I'm my own dawg
An' you know how I do
I be leavin' at 3:30
'Cause the boss is gone dude

Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss, party like the boss is gone
Party like the boss is gone

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Pussy M.F'S - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Pussy M.F'S
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Miguel Scott, Lee Dixon, Phalon Alexander, Maurice Young

Lyric:
So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Got to come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

I fight fire with fire, sneakin' through lines with mine
Tote A.K.'s and 9's, if you try me fuck nigga you dying
Like the cops and robbers, coming cocked I'm a rob you
Open shop, sellin' bags of weed and dummy blocks

Ask pops about us, he'll tell ya we got 'em
[Incomprehensible] rocks, and some of that baby powder
Breaker breaker one-nine, Adair county for life
If you drop a dime or testify, boy you die

Fuck all you motherfuckers, snitches and undercovers
Goin' for them, I'm going over there to do you brother
Who gon protect ya then, you'd best to check it in
Sell your house, hide out, don't come back here again

You damn backstabber, I looked out for ya
You used to be my homie, 'til ya put the cops on me
Home boy it's ugly, you know I gots to cut you
You tried me like a sucker, so nigga motherfuck you

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

I'm from the city where they they tote glocks, chop rocks
Ride spinnin' wheels and they'll steal ya car and send it to the chop-shop
50 slabs in my socks, couple grams in my drawers
We ain't even in the club and everybody tipsy dog

Down South dope dealing, ride high smoke phillies
We come watch how I, ride by and smoke niggaz
Call me Mr. Toucan man, I bought a new tan band
With two K's in the palm of my hand, to show we ain't playin'

Where you stand is where you land, sprayin' with either hand
Wings expand like eagles but land like Peter Pan
Pull off in the Regal man, rollin' that reefer
Holdin' a lethal, felony piece in my pants

And when I see them people I'm mashing the gas in the jag
Stashin' the mask with the cash bumping that Beanie Sigel
And when you see my my pants matching my brand
Brand matching the band and the band matching the Benz homie
And when I'm creepin', I'm sneakin' a bitch from France
I'm freakin' her she so freaky she sleeps in the 3-point stance

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

Hey fuck boy yeah you where your balls at?
Got the fitted cap, right where your drawers at
And I'll kill all of y'all
Make ya bald head like a bowling ball

I tried to tell him he ain't understand
So I sprayed his whole crib like the Orkin' man
I'm bout this money and this damn powder
Leave your hood ground zero like the twin towers

Y'all put his ass in a pine box
Black suit black top with the matching socks
For playin' with my damn cake
I'll have your ass laying still like some dead weight

On the grind for these mega chips
Flippin' fake lays and I ain't talkin' 'tato chips
If you ain't real then you'd better chill
If he ain't got my damn money I'm a Kill Bill

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

So you say you want it, but
If you really want it, you
Gotta come and get it
You pussy motherfucker

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Welcome 2 The Nolia - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Welcome 2 The Nolia
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
It's World War III where I'ma be with two stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables
'Cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos

I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz
That ain't never been fucked over

I'm 'bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something

Get my peeps laid 'cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red band

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin' blocks realla, they be 'bout ridin'
You get chopped realla, at any timin'
'Cuz in that nolia, they play tha game raw

No more beats closin' shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas and wig spltitas where I'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum

Playinin' it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin' Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin' nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice

Get killed if the price on yo face
Me and Juve burn with case, from the scene with fled
Take hits like black and moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
Two time, I'm comin' through, one time you gettin' ya wig split

When I release, aimin' straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera' In tha rover, choppin' ya down
Put your sets up nigga, represent that uptown

Fuckin' wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know I'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin' wit thugs

Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud
(Reeboks)
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

We release wit ammunition, we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site

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Lean Wit Rock Wit It - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Lean Wit Rock Wit It
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Robert Hill, Bernard Leverette, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton, Deangelo Hunt

Lyric:
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I bounce in the club so the **** call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead
Yup, in my white tee I break a ***** back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on the Goose
And I'm ****** than a plane, so a ***** really loose
And I can lean wit it and I can rock wit it
And if you got a friend she gotta suck a **** wit it

Ay gon' an' rock wit it, gon' an' lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some ***** wit it
An' da spot ain't crunk ***** if we ain't in it

If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy
Chalay from the road wit dem Franchize Boyz!

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I'm too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right a ***** lean
Vibin' to the beat, check my feet, yeen got deez!
I rock then ben' my knees every time the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit me, freeze befo' yo fingers pop

Purple lean, purple ***** ***** in my sock
What the **** you mean yeen seen buddy on the block?
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a ***** need
Make 'em lean and rock old school people pat cha feet

**** I'm pimpin' in the club ?til the **** start to act up
Cuz they see my chain and a ***** throwin' them stacks up
I keep a full **** and my ****** in my pants
I'm in the middle of the flo' they screamin', ?***** do yo' dance!?

You can roll yo' arms
(Roll yo' arms)
And just put 'em in rotation
(Rotation)
Go side to side
And snap yo' fingers like dem Temptations

Dawg I'm all out of state, doin' a dance they neva seen dat
I ain't Fat Joe but snap yo' fingers then you lean back

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers
Ay, what's hannenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta **** pop wit me, gon' take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got ******* don't hate, ***** shop wit me

D.F.B so so def, hell yeah we on *****
Franchize ain't got no money? Sh**, hold on, hold on *****, hey!
Rock left, rock right, you can get dat sh**
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap yo' wrist back

Gangstas don't dance, they lean wit it, rock wit it
***** wit me, pop quickly, gangstas gon' rock wit it
1, 2 pop and bring it cross the chest wit it
Get nasty, flashy, gon' flex wit it

Do it how ya wanna, slow it up, do the Matrix
Play wit it, straight hit it, get all in they face wit it
Dis dance for the *******, the *******, the cutthroats
Ya already know, the chillen, the grown folk

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

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Lean With It Rock With It - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Lean With It Rock With It
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Robert Hill, Bernard Leverette, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton, Deangelo Hunt

Lyric:
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I bounce in the club so the **** call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead
Yup, in my white tee I break a ***** back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on the Goose
And I'm ****** than a plane, so a ***** really loose
And I can lean wit it and I can rock wit it
And if you got a friend she gotta suck a **** wit it

Ay gon' an' rock wit it, gon' an' lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some ***** wit it
An' da spot ain't crunk ***** if we ain't in it

If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy
Chalay from the road wit dem Franchize Boyz!

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I'm too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right a ***** lean
Vibin' to the beat, check my feet, yeen got deez!
I rock then ben' my knees every time the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit me, freeze befo' yo fingers pop

Purple lean, purple ***** ***** in my sock
What the **** you mean yeen seen buddy on the block?
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a ***** need
Make 'em lean and rock old school people pat cha feet

**** I'm pimpin' in the club ?til the **** start to act up
Cuz they see my chain and a ***** throwin' them stacks up
I keep a full **** and my ****** in my pants
I'm in the middle of the flo' they screamin', ?***** do yo' dance!?

You can roll yo' arms
(Roll yo' arms)
And just put 'em in rotation
(Rotation)
Go side to side
And snap yo' fingers like dem Temptations

Dawg I'm all out of state, doin' a dance they neva seen dat
I ain't Fat Joe but snap yo' fingers then you lean back

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers
Ay, what's hannenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta **** pop wit me, gon' take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got ******* don't hate, ***** shop wit me

D.F.B so so def, hell yeah we on *****
Franchize ain't got no money? Sh**, hold on, hold on *****, hey!
Rock left, rock right, you can get dat sh**
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap yo' wrist back

Gangstas don't dance, they lean wit it, rock wit it
***** wit me, pop quickly, gangstas gon' rock wit it
1, 2 pop and bring it cross the chest wit it
Get nasty, flashy, gon' flex wit it

Do it how ya wanna, slow it up, do the Matrix
Play wit it, straight hit it, get all in they face wit it
Dis dance for the *******, the *******, the cutthroats
Ya already know, the chillen, the grown folk

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

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Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It - Lyrics - On Top of Our Game - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It
Album: On Top of Our Game
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Robert Hill, Bernard Leverette, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton, Deangelo Hunt

Lyric:
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I bounce in the club so the **** call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead
Yup, in my white tee I break a ***** back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on the Goose
And I'm ****** than a plane, so a ***** really loose
And I can lean wit it and I can rock wit it
And if you got a friend she gotta suck a **** wit it

Ay gon' an' rock wit it, gon' an' lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some ***** wit it
An' da spot ain't crunk ***** if we ain't in it

If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy
Chalay from the road wit dem Franchize Boyz!

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

I'm too clean to wanna pop lock from left to right a ***** lean
Vibin' to the beat, check my feet, yeen got deez!
I rock then ben' my knees every time the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit me, freeze befo' yo fingers pop

Purple lean, purple ***** ***** in my sock
What the **** you mean yeen seen buddy on the block?
They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a ***** need
Make 'em lean and rock old school people pat cha feet

**** I'm pimpin' in the club ?til the **** start to act up
Cuz they see my chain and a ***** throwin' them stacks up
I keep a full **** and my ****** in my pants
I'm in the middle of the flo' they screamin', ?***** do yo' dance!?

You can roll yo' arms
(Roll yo' arms)
And just put 'em in rotation
(Rotation)
Go side to side
And snap yo' fingers like dem Temptations

Dawg I'm all out of state, doin' a dance they neva seen dat
I ain't Fat Joe but snap yo' fingers then you lean back

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers
Ay, what's hannenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta **** pop wit me, gon' take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got ******* don't hate, ***** shop wit me

D.F.B so so def, hell yeah we on *****
Franchize ain't got no money? Sh**, hold on, hold on *****, hey!
Rock left, rock right, you can get dat sh**
Lean back like Fat Joe and snap yo' wrist back

Gangstas don't dance, they lean wit it, rock wit it
***** wit me, pop quickly, gangstas gon' rock wit it
1, 2 pop and bring it cross the chest wit it
Get nasty, flashy, gon' flex wit it

Do it how ya wanna, slow it up, do the Matrix
Play wit it, straight hit it, get all in they face wit it
Dis dance for the *******, the *******, the cutthroats
Ya already know, the chillen, the grown folk

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

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Coming Undone Wit It - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: Coming Undone Wit It
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Jamal Willingham, Jonathan Davis, Robert Hill, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, Bernard Leverette, James Shaffer, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, D'Angelo Hunt, Graham Edwards, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Yeah, DFB, bitch and Korn in this motherfucker
The collaboration, yeah, yeah
Wait, I'm coming undone
(That's right)

I let my shoulders lean
I snap my neck back
I let my wrists pop
I make my fingers snap, first

I let my shoulders lean
Then, I snap my neck back, wait
(Then I let my wrists pop)
I'm coming undone
(Then I make my fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(Then I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

I bounce in the club, so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut and I'm lookin' for a blockhead
Yup, in my white tee, I break a bitch back
And I keep a big bank, oh, I think they like that
(Wait)

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose
And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose
And I can lean wit it and I can rock wit it
And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Unlaced
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
One looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

I'm too clean to wanna pop, lock from left to right a nigga lean
Bobbin' to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these
I rock then bend my knees every time the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop

Pimpin' in the club, see them hoes tryin' a act up
'Cause they see my chain and a nigga throwin' them stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants
I'm in the middle of the flo', they screamin', "Nigga, do ya dance?"

That's right, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Trigger between my eyes
(Lean wit it)
Please strike middle of the flo'
Rhey screamin', "Nigga, make it quick now"

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Irate
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
What looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers
Hey, whats happenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta pill pop wit me, gonna take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me DF
(I'm)

(Do it how you want slow it up do the)
Trying to hold it together
(Matrix play with it straight hit it get all they face with it)
Head is lighter than a feather
(The killers the dealers the cutthroats)

Korn and the motherfucking Franchize Boyz

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Unlaced
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
What looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

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Beautiful Woman - Lyrics - Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Beautiful Woman
Album: Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Nathan Morris, Wanya Morris, Shawn Stockman, Michael Mccary

Lyric:
Oh yes

You can find them on the cover of a magazine
The finest woman you'll ever see it would be my fantasy
To have them all surrounding me all of their life, it seems
They wanted things that they can only get from me
The best thing about it all, is I can have it if I only keep dreaming

From the shores of Milan to the streets of Miami, beautiful women
From the beauty salons to the beaches in Maui, beautiful women
From the coffee shop to the restaurants can you hear me?
Every place, every town if you just look around
You'll find beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

You know there's no way I could ever be without their sensualities
And everytime I think that I break free it's like they always find me
Everywhere I go, it's like a video you know exactly what I mean
If there could only be 3 more of me
Then I could keep all these beautiful women

There they go doin' what they do to
Make a man go crazy but it just ain't fair
'Cause they've got us in a daze what makes me so amazed
Is that they know it 'cause they're beautiful

[Foreign Content ]

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

From the shores of Milan to the streets of Miami
From the beauty salons to the beaches of Maui
From the coffee shop to the restaurants can you hear me?
Every place, every town beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women

Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
You filthy

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That'S Kool (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Romeo - Lil' Romeo

Title: That'S Kool (Remix)
Album: Lil' Romeo
Artist: Lil' Romeo
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Robinson, Damon Wimbley, Kurtis Walker, Lil' Romeo Mark Morales

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Lyric:
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

Lil' Romeo
Silkk the Shocker
Soulja Music
You know what we bout boy
Yah you know

Where my souljas at
WhatWhat
Where my whordies at
WhatWhat
Bounce, shake
Lets do this

Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Who you know can go (Poof) and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
Y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

Need somebody with some do
That's kool
Who gone keep it on the low
That's kool
Who gone do you right
That's kool
Need a soulja in your life that's right
Need a shawty with some ends
That's Kool
Baby hummers, baby benz
That's kool
No Limit gear for your friends
That's Kool
Write your number here's a pen
That's Kool

Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All

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Uptown - Lyrics - Goodfellas - 504 Boyz

Title: Uptown
Album: Goodfellas
Artist: 504 Boyz
Composer(s): Kenny Hairston, Corey Miller, Percy Miller, Mckinley Phipps

Lyric:
Did you call a taxi? Yeah
Where you going, my brother?
Up town, ya heard me
Calliope 36-49 go 'cross the
Bra Bridge and make a left

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Up town baby, don't clown, baby
It goes down, baby, I'm with my rounds, baby
Up town CP3, nigga, my block stay hot
You rally dirty war, nigga, I got it on lock
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Nigga in the bricks at night, fool, anything goes

Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
Hoody Hoo Run forest, here comes the cops
Nigga, second line badge where my peeps get killed
R.I.P. T' shirts, nigga, to remember the real

Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
My lil' cousin Jimmy did 8
But now he's trying to change his life

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Now, let me take you to the land of the choppers
Pussy poppers and body droppers
Crooked cops and quarter shops
When the cop shopper, you get your hands on a bird
Don't say a word, there is a million Coke
Spots with no Coke to serve

When you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus
And you can't get no bus pass
To get your ski mask and get a click
But make sure it, niggas, you been fucking with
Get a bitch 'bout that murder, murder and sucking dick

On the slick doe and the wanna akickdoes
And I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
'Cause they had them black macs and bombers
But you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
Look, matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P

And that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
When them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla, "Oop oop"
And if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya, blow some
Ganja in your memories, sportin' Tee's to remind ya we still

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Now if you looking for me, playa
When I'm down in the city
You wanna get with me then hit me
Or come in that Calliope and get me

For real ask Whine and Eyes
I be down in the cut
Me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee
We be tearing shit up

Feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
Just like Slim and Marcello
They got that Nolia on lock
And that Rose Tavern

I'm chilling right in front of Randall pictures
They hit cha but ask Victor
We'll always be with cha

I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila
We left the dagger shop, them po po's sweating the block

And now, it's back to the, back to the Calliope
The driveway in the middle of 3rd Ward code
I represented lil' daddy 'cause it's a Calliope thing
And up town is the place where I chill and hang

I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas
Yea, yea, yea, yea
I'll be hangin' up town
With my niggas

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Coming Undone Wit It - Lyrics - Korn

Title: Coming Undone Wit It
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Spock, Jamal Willingham, Jonathan Davis, Robert Hill, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, Bernard Leverette, James Shaffer, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, D'Angelo Hunt, Graham Edwards, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Yeah, DFB, bitch and Korn in this motherfucker
The collaboration, yeah, yeah
Wait, I'm coming undone
(That's right)

I let my shoulders lean
I snap my neck back
I let my wrists pop
I make my fingers snap, first

I let my shoulders lean
Then, I snap my neck back, wait
(Then I let my wrists pop)
I'm coming undone
(Then I make my fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(Then I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

I bounce in the club, so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut and I'm lookin' for a blockhead
Yup, in my white tee, I break a bitch back
And I keep a big bank, oh, I think they like that
(Wait)

Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose
And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose
And I can lean wit it and I can rock wit it
And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Unlaced
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
One looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

I'm too clean to wanna pop, lock from left to right a nigga lean
Bobbin' to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these
I rock then bend my knees every time the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop

Pimpin' in the club, see them hoes tryin' a act up
'Cause they see my chain and a nigga throwin' them stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants
I'm in the middle of the flo', they screamin', "Nigga, do ya dance?"

That's right, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Trigger between my eyes
(Lean wit it)
Please strike middle of the flo'
Rhey screamin', "Nigga, make it quick now"

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Irate
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
What looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers
Hey, whats happenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta pill pop wit me, gonna take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me DF
(I'm)

(Do it how you want slow it up do the)
Trying to hold it together
(Matrix play with it straight hit it get all they face with it)
Head is lighter than a feather
(The killers the dealers the cutthroats)

Korn and the motherfucking Franchize Boyz

Wait
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
Unlaced
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)

Too late
(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone
(Rock wit it)
What looks so strong
(Rock wit it)
So delicate
(Rock wit it)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(I make, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My fingers snap)

Lean wit it
(First I let my)
Rock wit it
(Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it
(Then I snap, coming undone)
Rock wit it
(My neck back)

Lean wit it
(Then I let my)
Rock wit it
(Wrists pop)
Lean wit it
(The I make)
Rock wit it
(Fingers snap)

Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it

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