Split Me Wide Open - Lyrics - The Sun And The Moon - Bravery

Title: Split Me Wide Open
Album: The Sun And The Moon
Artist: Bravery
Composer(s): Samuel Bingham Endicott

Lyric:
Split me wide open and look right inside
There's so many things that I tried to hide
Oh, you see right through me
You always see right through me

Split me wide open and cut me in two
There's nothing that I could ever hide from you
Oh, you always knew me
You're the only one who knew me

Is nothing sacred, is nothing saved?
Your gentle eyes like a razor blade
They cut me open, you look right through
I give it all to you

Split me wide open and cut through it at all
My hands on your body like [Incomprehensible] on the wall
Oh, you always show me
You're the only one who shows me

Picture [Incomprehensible] from a tree
For all these chilling faces that can look up and see
But you always knew me
You're the only one who knew me

Is nothing sacred, is nothing saved?
Your gentle eyes like a razor blade
They cut me open and look right through
I give it all to you

Split me wide open
Split me wide open

Is nothing sacred, is nothing saved?
Your gentle eyes like a razor blade
They cut me open, you look right through
I give it all to you

Split me wide open
Split me wide open
Oh, you always knew me
You're the only one who knew me

Split me wide open
Split me wide open
Oh, you see right through me
You always see right through me

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125th - Lyrics - Ghetto Classics - Jaheim

Title: 125th
Album: Ghetto Classics
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): Jaheim Hoagland, Wesley Allen Hogges, Eric Jay Williams, John Jr. Drakeford

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Lyric:
Ooh, ooh yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, oh shorty, baby, listen girl, ooh

She was standing on 125th
Waiting on the 6, one hand on her hip
Puffing a split, post up on the block
Like the baddest chick

So I asked her one question like
Wait a minute, who you wit'?
I'm in a flyest whip, rims spinning and shit
I pulled over on the curb, had to represent
Hey girl, it's not safe out here walking alone
Hop your pretty ass in, I'll take you home

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

She got ass like whoa, couldn't keep that on the low
The girl was straight blazing from head to toe
(Yeah, you gotta be careful, she might be under age)
Girl, lets see some ID, no you won't get me

As a fact on that, I'm about to fall back
I can easily replace you, I'm not trying to get locked up
She said she's riding shot gun, her license says twenty plus
Bring your pretty ass on, girl, let's get it on

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
Girl, we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Baby, come inside, mommy, close the door
Take off all your clothes, tell me what you waiting for
Let me rub your back and your stomach too
Stretch your toes, turn around, love, I got you

Did I warn you yet, I'm a rough neck, damn good in bed
I promise I'm gone make you sweat
Would you mind if I want to squeeze you, tease you
I just want to please you

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty, what's your name, I'm in love with your stance
You got me wide open, I'm feeling your game
I know that other cats might tell you the same
I'm not your average guy, girl, I'm far from a lame

Let's hit the LQ, cop whatever you drink
And we can get open right in back of the Range
Or hit the hotel, turn out the penthouse suite
It won't be the last time I promise I'ma holla again

Shorty was standing on, standing on
Standing, I know, I know, I know
Feeling her game, yeah

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Drop And Gimme 50 - Lyrics - The Voice - Mike Jones

Title: Drop And Gimme 50
Album: The Voice
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Michael Crooms, Cortez Davis, Corey Dennard, Christopher Dooley, J Dumas, Marion Horton, Mike Jones, Adams Piggott

Lyric:
Aah, Colli Park
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Smurf
You did the fool with this one, baby
I got Hurricane Chris
(Say girl, say girl)

And right now
(Say girl, say girl)
We want all the sexy ladies
(Say girl, say girl)
10th Ward, buck wat up?
Drop & gimmie 50, Hurricane holla at 'em

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Lil mama, right there bad
She droppin' 'n' shakin' fast
Come holla, I got the dollars
Got more if ya ass will swallow

She shakin' it by the roba, hopin' it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it 'n' gimme 50
She see me with Hurricane so droppin' it and do her thang
She know when I get inside, I'm a fuck up her walls, man

She see me with Colli Park, she see me with 3-feet
She know when it come to mind, she know it ain't 3 feet
She busting it wide open and shaking it on the flo
She said if I get ha tipsy, we gone leave 'n' hit the mo

I told her, girl, here you go, I teased her on the low
Now she freakin' me on the flo, she beggin' me for some mo
I hit it and hit the do, I hit it just like a pro
Ice age 'n' fifty, one fifty, we in the do'

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Now put yo right hand in the air
Put the left one in yo underwear
Now tickle dat cat, tickle dat cat
Now tickle dat cat, tickle dat cat

Ooh, she act a fool on the dick, fool on the dick
She act a fool on the dick, fool on the dick
Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with it
Now get sick with it, 'n' do the split with it

Say, girl, drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Girl, drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Now I don't mean to start no riot
All the ugly women in the house be quiet

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

Now by the third verse, it's way hotter
We wide open, she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling, I noticed
That can't nobody do it like I do it
I'm posted in V.I.P with two chick on the side of me

We got money so tell the other niggas to stop pulling
Out they cash and let me see how you act for a stack
Drop it low and brang it up like you a fool
Now put a dip in yo back and let me see what you can do

She say if she bend it over, it'll be a full moon
I told her bend it over, let me see that full moon
Like the boom, boom, room, whole club on tune
Shake it like you tryna break it
Ain't no sense in even faking

You know me I do it big by the bar and tell 'em jig
As soon as we walk in the do' we go
Straight to the dance flo

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

She busting it wide open and shaking it on the floor
I'm finna go to the bar and get some drank and hit the floor
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo
I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo

She wanna drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, drop & gimme 50
Drop & gimme 50, girl, drop & gimme 50

This what you get when Colli Park hook up
With the package sto' nigga
Ya'll ain't know we was coming back like this did ya?

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Give Me That - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Give Me That
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Webster Gradney, Calvin Broadus, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy

Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy

Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that

You know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it
Girl, I want it just as bad as you do
And look, see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo, I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker

Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here, let me whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something

Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl, don't hold it from me
'Cuz right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain, suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl, stop playing, let me beat it out the frame

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six, twenty four, thirty eight, pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad, I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin' to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels, she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars

Sliding down the pole slow, drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand, man, she the shit
She still looking tight though, still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch, so baby, stop your hesitating

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and I'm willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide, have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse, I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple G's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again, I ain't gon' lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it

Girl, you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon' be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose, let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til' we get to the room
'Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt, now take off your shoes
Don't act confused, you know what time it is

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

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Give Me That - Lyrics - Lil Boosie And Webbie

Title: Give Me That
Artist: Lil Boosie And Webbie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Webster Gradney, Calvin Broadus, Bernard Freeman

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Lyric:
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy

Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy

Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that

You know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it
Girl, I want it just as bad as you do
And look, see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo, I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker

Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here, let me whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something

Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl, don't hold it from me
'Cuz right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain, suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl, stop playing, let me beat it out the frame

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six, twenty four, thirty eight, pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad, I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin' to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels, she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars

Sliding down the pole slow, drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand, man, she the shit
She still looking tight though, still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch, so baby, stop your hesitating

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and I'm willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide, have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse, I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple G's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again, I ain't gon' lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it

Girl, you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon' be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose, let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til' we get to the room
'Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt, now take off your shoes
Don't act confused, you know what time it is

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there

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Felonies - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Felonies
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Zachary Wallace, Miguel T. Scott, Lee Dixon, Phalon Alexander

Lyric:
Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with
Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with

I'm sick and I'm tired of niggas always asking bout mine
If I'm cockin' that iron, I'm telling you I'm sending them signs
I move fast forward, I ain't got no button to rewind
I react of instinct, I ain't stressin' no time

I came a long way from peddlin' rocks
Block recognized the gansta and he up my stock
Showed me the recipe and other grams I copped
Home ain't a home without a arm and hammer box

Shit, Jeezy just be being on that cell
Got them pre-teen numbers I like, like R. Kelly
Lotta niggas they be claimin' the spot
But we the only ones that still represent it like mascots

So ask not why my attitude is shitty
Step aside why a real nigga move the city, huh
From my block to your block niggas know me
They know that ole reppin' ass niggas a O.G.

We use to rock flip-flops, tube socks with gold teeth
And a flip flop crease with gold shoes on all they feet
Please believe we ain't playing no games
But I will take a charge, you try to drive my lane

Plus I gotta donkey dick to drive the broads in sane
I'm a street cat, shit you know I'm hard to tame

Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with
Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with

I'm a gansta muthafucka if you ever seen one
Black fitty cap nigga and some Air Force One's
Hey and I'm strapped so don't set trip
.45 hitcha make your whole chest split

Sleepy Brown nigga I can't wait
Fifty grand round my neck like bait
Hey and keep thinking its gravy
Everybody from my hood know Jeezy is crazy

And I ain't playin' witcha motherfuckers
Shoot both of y'all make y'all niggas blood brothers
And I'm so sincere, I ain't playing witcha niggas this year
Hey, we gone rob dem Boyz N Da Hood

Bitch please, I'll kill a muthafucks 'bout Jody Breeze
Yeah nigga, that's the truth, 'bout Big Dee Big Duke I'll shoot

Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with
Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with

I'm tellin' you man I be rollin' on dem corners
No Range, no necklace man
Range Rover no rims left they neck in da pain
And put the silencer on the tip professional man

Pressure point blank like a sexual change
And splitcha head down the middle like a sectional man
Hard blow to hard coat exposin' the 4
Even though I tote gun I don't rob no more

Now here I go on the patio with a flat head screwdriver
Prying on the side door in a gat proof suit liner
Calm but I'm wide open they act I'm do something
Quite it's going down on em with a Mac 11, 2 rifle

Pistol, pumps, switch and knives
Pistol grips, smoked clips, nighsticks and plyers
No myth, I'm him fucka get hypnotized
Now get killed in da mist we suggest you ride

Hey, whats up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with
Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with

Well, I'm the youngest in the click boy
Try me like a bitch and I'll betcha I'll be the first to punch you in ya shit
Y'all niggas just talking, y'all niggas ain't ready
Y'all niggas don't want none of dis

While y'all out spending 100's on your necks
Spending 100's on your wrist, spending 100's on your rims
I'm on da block spending 100's on bricks
Sending 100's to the J gotta 100 more fits

Fake niggas get killed round here
It's real in the field betta get it how you live
And if not cock back bust atcha cock suckers
Muthafucka in fact I will

'Cause the niggas that I roll with and blow dro with
Fuck hoes with they outta control
Realer in bumpin' Chevy's with Mac 11's holdin' it steady
Ready to put seven off in your belly boy

Hey, what's up with partner, where he live, where he stay at?
Where the ice, where the bread, where the cake at?
I'm telling you man you don't want it with dem boyz
Everyone of them got felonies man!

I'ma slap me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma rush me a nigga, before it's over with
Duct tape me a nigga, before it's over with
I'ma bust me a nigga, before it's over with

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Pharell Williams

Lyric:
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
I'm too fast for y'all, mayn
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all, mayn

Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 911, pleas call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See, some fools slipped up and over stepped they boundaries
You 'bout to catch a cold, stay the fuck around me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shit he on
You disappear like, poof, bitch be gone

You think twelve gon' catch me, gimme a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, 'Golden Grain' in the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Let's take it to the streets 'cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blown them candle
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
Nos tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'Cuz my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'm gon' do? Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets' still smoking
See, I'm off that anti freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty
Rollin' through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbecue pit

And now, all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus, your new name is Fire 'cuz we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez that's fantastic
So gulls, hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like Lil' John Q and get a 'Change of Heart'
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's sticks and steams
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious

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Jasmine - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Jasmine
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Carl Thomas, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick, Taj Mahal, Carlos Daronde Broady, Robert Ross

Lyric:
Yo, had me in the LQ, yo, shit was mad bumpin'
Rappers on the mic was like settin' off somethin'
Now parties like this yo God
I like lougin' observin' everything inside my surrounding

Jasmine dancin' wit' this nondescript sucka
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her
Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand
Get a body bag cause mauh he's a dead man

She was coolin' sportin' my table
When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table
I sat there like shit I can't believe this
I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch

Sittin' there boo legs wide open
Laughin' gigglin' smilin' and jokin' wit' homes
Like they use to hang out real, real tough
He musta had a strong rap 'cause Jasmine looked gassed up
Sittin' there played the role of a slouch

Just watchin' to see how Jasmine played herself out
They sat there just talkin' to each other
I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit' him
Wit' out girl's night ain't this some shit

If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit
They introduced they selves one at a time
Saw 'em say how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine"
I was laughin' but there was more in store

I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door
I rolls too God and walked right behind 'em
So where ever they go it won't be hard to find 'em
I keep a guard you now I thought I better
Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather

Open doors vale was on the ready
At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me
We're off two cars speedin' deep in the night
I'm doin' 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike
For Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

Word up ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Still chasin' them suckas in the '86 Jetta
Thinkin' different thoughts still not understandin'
How 7 people got in that fuckin' Volkswagen

Enough of that God yo back to the chase
Yo, man you should have seen the ruckus look on my face
Slowin' down cruisin' on the cool out mode
Then parked in front of his house on Gun hill road

Man I started to get out grabbed the rope and try to hang her
Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her
They went inside man but I kept goin'
Parked across the street wit' out them even knowin'

Got out the car still schemin' the house
Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse
If the neighbors looked out the window
They would surely get leery and scream like, "Bahando"

Police they would hold my fate
But they didn't so I creped up the fire escape
I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room
Which appear to be two bodies dancin' to a slow song nigga

I got closer decided I should check it
I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked
So I got the gat so I have no interference
When I make my grand appearance for Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

I seen a red dot tryna lock on me
I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me
I admit they had the drop on me
Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees

So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out
Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note
I'm disgusted the murder she wrote
Money she soaked all of my coke all of dope up in smoke

Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me
But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me
Got your GS4 and your Bentley rose took all of your clothes
And 99 bottles of Mo's

What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose
And if I get close I'll blow her 'cause I got the controls
At the toll on the phone wit' this bitch Nicole
Said she left you in some hotel out in the road

Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni
On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy
On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin' me shit
Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split

Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock
How did he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot
Whas goin' on all of a sudden it was nothin' no jokin' son
Jasmine holdin' the smokin' gun

By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
As I fell I'm not thinkin' of death
Still fallin' to a place wit' more conscience though
Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat

So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada
Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck
Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left
Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
For Jasmine

Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

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20/20 - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: 20/20
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20

It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20

I tell nickel and dimers try not to be dealers
If they deal at least help, try not to be villains
And if they caught dealin', try not to be squealers
If they do try not to be shocked to see killers

Yeah, I'm crazy eyes killer, triple optic
Cold man go Guerrilla, pure with no filler
Rakaa's that real-I, bend steal at will
Eyes open, wide awake, y'all keep your eyes peeled

I never ratted, just rat-a-tat-tatted
Fully automatic, you're whole aura shattered
I got beats and rhymes, either or it never mattered
Flow fast or slow like I did on, "Eyes Have It"

I don't waste days away glued to John Madden
So when the sun sets West, I ain't mad at it
I gravitate towards those cats who ain't dramatic
And seein' 20/20 money stacks is a habit

Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20

Last couple years shit been off the wall
Many tears lost my mom I'm stayin' strong
Regroup myself, dust my shoulder off
We back once again then poof we gone

I seen shit go down like Alc' almost die
Now I see why they say it's safer to fly
In the same breath, breathe life accept death
Until then 20/20, one of the best yet

I've had experiences that were out of body
Cops still probably clocked me comin' out of parties
I've seen scandalous verdicts make Los Angeles uprise
Black Tail bottoms and Cannabis Cup highs

Create to Devestate taught me how to bomb
From Radiotron, to the German autobahn
Trade money still different color and shade bills
20/20 wide awake y'all keep your eyes peeled

It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20

Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20

Three eyes wide, I can still see Ali
Say I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Now I float like a brother's high, swing like a beast
I'm from Mid-City, when the bell rings I'm released

Hustlin', fightin' and eatin' still bringin' relief
To my people, if they're in your reach, each one teach
Runnin' through so much grass my shoes need cleats
Got that "Vente Vente" pumpin' through these streets

Last LP was odd, the score's even at last
Now we got enough trees to make you take 4 and pass
Now we got enough in fact don't even pass that back
It's free weed on me, you can hold me to that

When you see me in the streets, it be for that 20/20
Better than diesel, better than kush, it ain't funny
But trust me this Cali, my block's best product
We so quick to cop, Dilated Peoples got 'em

Yeah, hindsight is 20/20, let's toast to the past
But here's to the future time to split this money money
Hindsight is 20/20, a toast to the past
But here's to the future, 20/20

This cats with 20/20
This cats with 20/20
This cats with 20/20
...

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52 - I'M Guilty - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - I'M Guilty
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Michael Douglas Ripoll, Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
All rise, case number seven-seven-seven-five-two
Defendant KJ-52 versus the Son of God in murder one
How do you plead? Guilty as charged
Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth? I do, then go ahead

I solemnly swear to tell the truth, whole truth
Nothing but the truth now, now so help me God
What I testify and what I'm speaking of is an eye witness account
Of an experience of a kind of love, I confess now to what I was
I was guilty of making the very Son of God now shed His blood
I was guilty of the reason now why He was hung and
I'm guilty for every evil thing that I have done

I'm guilty for it all, I can't blame no one
I'm filthy with what caused the death of the Son
It kills me to think that I was the one who shed His blood
I still think of the way He died now and how it was
It feels me with pain inside, I feel like throwing up
I can't escape, I can't lie, I didn't make it up
I was the only one who took the life of the Holy One
This is the first time I've confessed now to what I've done

I'm guilty, guilty
That's right, I'm guilty
God forgive me, I'm guilty
You know what? I'm guilty

Yeah, that's right, I did it, right out in the open for all to see
And I never hid it, I got to admit it
They took the whip, ripped His back wide open and split it
I heard Him cry every time they pulled it back and hit it
I wondered why was He silent now, I didn't get it
I watched Him die while He cried out, "It is finished"
I thought nobody would find out about the the crime I've committed
I tried to hide out, it's too late, that's right I did this

It's my time now, my own eyes have been a witness to my crime
Now I'm speechless and I'm defenseless
Can anybody find out it's obvious that this is my final time
Now I've finally come to my senses
I'm a climb down and take whatever I'm sentenced
I know why now there's no way that I could miss this
I opened my eyes, now I see Him just for who He is
This guilt is mine now, it's so obvious that

I'm guilty
God forgive me, I'm guilty
So I'm guilty
That's right, I'm guilty
So guilty

I'm just another person, just another man
I was the one that hurt Him, I finally understand
Now I know for certain, I caused the nails to land
That left Him dead and murdered, pierced in feet and hands
So now you've heard it, I testified and I took the stand
No other way I could word it, this is my confession and
I never lied or purgured, I told just the best I can but
I was the one that cursed Him, I was the trigger man

The page is turning and I've now just confessed to this
I didn't kill Christ, but it was just my sin that did
Now I've confessed to the crime, I don't deserve to live
I'm ready to do my time, all that I can say is

I'm guilty
God forgive me, I'm guilty
I don't deserve to live, I'm guilty
Take me away, I'm guilty
I'm guilty

Case number seven-seven-seven-five-two
KJ-52 versus the Son of God on murder one
The court has found you guilty as charged
However after further review of the case
The prosecution has dropped the charges
You're free to go

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40 - Broccoli - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Broccoli
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Anthony Banks, Larry Blackmon, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Sick wid it, baby, yeah
Let's get sick wid it, baby
Said, I'm gonna get so sick wid it, yeah
Said I'm gonna get high

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

While I was bullshittin'
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her shoe
talin' 'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always smellin' like tuna fish and brew"

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma slap you real tough-like
And I can almost rest assure you
That it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 sixty fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my piss
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, check it out

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, check it out

Hit up for five and hold it for ten, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Seagram's Gin

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', drinkin' Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and Aftershock
Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

Drinkin' forty ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to straight malt liquor
So hah, let me take a swig of that Crown Royal
What you puttin' on that blunt huh? Hash oil

My Panamanian saha from south San Francisco
On some marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin' my life nigga, shit

Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink

Seein' two's and three's
Highly intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, stuck up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, think I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the house

The rules and regulations of the game up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, takes me out

Let's get sick wid it, baby
Let's get sick wid it, baby

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Ho Down - Lyrics - Watermelon Chicken & Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Ho Down
Album: Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Michael Caren, Edward Harris, Brian Scott, James Chambers, William Rahsaan Hughes, Eddy Senay, Melvin E Adams, Cortez M Murray

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Lyric:
It was a ho-down, another ho-down
It was a ho-down, another ho-down

Walked into the club and farted
Damn! Look at shawty off in the cut actin' naughty
Eye contact, made sure that she saw me
Said y'all, don't get it twisted like I'm ballin'

Down south stripper from New Orleans, thick as mud
Baby show me love, with a little tittie rub
Said, "Hit me later on baby, maybe we can what?"
Said, "Sound like a plan" wit my hand on her butt

But shit hit the fan sho' nuff, nigga hold up
Baby doll had a man, matta fact was a soldier
Ain't that a beyotch! He was sittin' on the sofa
Smokin' on some doja, tryna see some exposure

Had the whole spot sold up, legs tired
Bar done closed up, all of a sudden her man showed up
Automobiles, planes, and locomotives
Train with the focus see both ran through hunger

Tag-teamed that beyotch, then I called my niggaz over
They smashed in the 'Lac, popped that twat like a soda
Fuckin' with his wife so you know when I ain't sober
And niggaz in the back seat with the freak in the Nova, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

Uh, now peep game of a star, stepped out the car
Walked through the door, checked the bitch at the bar
Eyin' her down, while I split my cigar
Can I offer you a drink or some dick in the park?

You know I'm just sayin' that to get you mad
But you knowin' damn well I wanna hit yo' ass
Yo I ain't the type of nigga that be jumpin' the gun
But you lookin' like a dime piece and I'm huntin'' for one

What's ya name? Nah, better yet, what's ya game?
Wanna ride in the Navigator, switchin' four lanes?
Or chill up in the bedroom, sniffin' cocaine?
Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame

And everything I said before was no thang
We ran outside, and jumped in the ride
Next thing I know I'm gettin' head while I drive
Eyes open wide, down 65, it's a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

It was a ho-down, I knew it was all great
When the hoe caught me late in room 508
Oh, she got live on tape, the price was low-rate
Plus she had a nice showcase, you thought she was ya soul mate?

Just because she got some shove in her can
Doesn't mean your 'sposed to go and fall in love with her man
Kissin' and huggin' and actin', in love with her, man
Takin' her out to restaurants and, rubbin' her hands

If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't do what you do
But it's true that you, had no clue what she do
'Cuz you trust her through thick and thin
You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin

Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends
When she finally came home you probably kissed her then, lame-o
The more you tried to claim the hoe was an angel
The quicker I realized the freak was a stank-hoe, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew
You would be down in there too, it was a ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

I can't believe that she's real, it was a ho-down
The way she makes me feel, another ho-down
If you knew what I knew, it was a ho-down
You would be down in there too, another ho-down

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Honest With Me - Lyrics - Love And Theft - Bob Dylan

Title: Honest With Me
Album: Love And Theft
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Well, I'm stranded in the city that never sleeps
Some of these women they just give me the creeps
I'm avoidin' the south side, the best I can
These memories I got they can strangle a man

Well, I came ashore in the dead of the night
Lot of things can get in the way when you're tryin' to do what's right

You don't understand it, my feelin' for you
You'd be honest with me if you only knew

I'm not sorry for nothing I've done
I'm glad I fought, I only wish wed won
The Siamese twins are comin' to town
People can't wait, they've gathered around

When I left my home the sky split open wide
I never wanted to go back there, I'd rather have died

You don't understand it, my feelin' for you
You'd be honest with me if only you knew

My woman got a face like a teddy bear
She's tossin' a baseball bat in the air
The meat is so tough, you can't cut it with a sword
I'm crashin' my car trunk first into the board

They say that my eyes are pretty and my smile is nice
Well, I'd sell it to ya at a reduced price

You don't understand it, my feeling for you
You'd be honest with me if only you knew

Some things are too terrible to be true
I won't come here no more if it's botherin' you
There's a Southern Pacific leaving at 9:45
I'm havin' a hard time, believin' some people would ever arrive

I'm stark naked but I don't care
I'm goin' off into the woods, I'm huntin' bare

You don't understand it, my feeling for you
Well, you'd be honest with me if only you knew

I'm here to create the New Imperial Empire
I'm gonna do whatever circumstances require
I care so much for you, didn't think I could
I can't tell my heart that you're no good

Well, my parents, they warned me not to risk my years
And I still got their advice oozing out of my ears

You don't understand it, my feeling for you
Well, you'd be honest with me if only you knew

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Body Ah - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Body Ah
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Maurice White, Danny Nixon, Janay Armstrong, Vincent Herbert, Montell Jordan, Jimmy Russell

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Lyric:
Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Ooh, there's something sexy
About the way that dress is wearing you tonight
You've got my attention girl
I'm hard as steel 'cuz you're looking right

Your hair, your nails, your toes
Girl you've got me knocking at your door
Ain't no secret you know that I'm here for your body

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Girl I'd be lying if I said you weren't turning me on
The way you work it girl I wish it could last all night long
'Cuz you got it going on, look what you done started
Girl you know I want it

If you want it, you got it, come get it from me
I've got what you want if you want my body
Just try it you'll like it, come on boy and see
It's my body, my body

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

If you want it, you got it, come get it from me
I've got what you want if you want my body
Just try it you'll like it come on boy and see
It's my body, my body

Now who be the Wicked Fly Ass with the sex appeal
Tightly emerged as I swerve brothas be trying to cop feels
Low hills as I be posten up flossin' my shh
Go go stunters trying to run a road flip on my kits

So let my splits movin' the hips got them wide open
Hopin' they the puff in the blunts keep smokin'
I'm knowing that my naughty classy like that
Skin tight light bright and you're the daddy Mac

No smack of mines ever split see the milk don't lie
It does a body good good make you say my, my
But you've been peepin' since the last weekend so why now
Infatuated by my steelo the way I get down

Now is the time if you want better get up on it
Curves so superb bottle glass exponent
I'm wanting it like the Gulfas Troopas Pooper Scooper
Army fatigues trying to dig up in my Cuba give me

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya
Ba da bop bop bop

Body ah, body ah
Body ahdy ahdy ahdy ahdy ya

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N-Bone - The Master - Lyrics - Flesh

Title: N-Bone - The Master
Artist: Flesh
Composer(s): Damon Elliott, Stanley Howse

Lyric:
Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

All said and ditched with the pay dough
Po-po mo fucking mo fo-fo
And letting them fall, then leaving no thug
And let them all know that I'm not to be fucked with

So who's the one used in benzo
Who's the one accused, and another loosed ooh with
So bigger boy numb off the juice
So niggas beware Flesh is out of the doomster

I'm down and needed the test and the clown
Niggas around me they get down
Was housing the nigga just because he thought
He must make Flesh silly kneel down

Now how many get them up quick with this feather harm
How many people can I hold mesmerized then they kick
My thighs but it is my size, don't try I'm the wise man
I knew who, when you at the land don't you understand

Mister mister, serving that sixth thugsta
Begging the nigga and the doctor
This shit you can pause if I pocket two
When I'ma playing, come and take an easy quiz

The original S.C.Ts. then they serving our enemies
So what they really wanna do for skiting in you
When the rest of your homeboys coming
To challenge the master

You gotta totally get destroyed and then be fucked up
Preparing a luck but still trying to gamble
All of his life when he picking that strep in
So I blew out his camp

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

Starving straight out of Cleveland
Receiving the seed that you bubble your swig
And then they get weak the nigga now turning to buy you
Making you deaf like a cripple now

Come now pip out the master man ah, then they serving you
Hitting this switch like a swish you don't wanna miss this section
Keepin' you open now smokers
I say focused and now nobody expects me from do-boobing this

So po stay down after mine, again I'm doing my thing
Forget it, I'm taking control hoe who pull the
The A.K. killing nigga now
But then if he wants sucking fools po-po swoop it to do the
Shoot the A.K. kill 'em all, fuck 'em all recruit mm

In the dissing, call fifth dog
But you can call me on again, letting my sawed off
Haul up in the killing, Flesh shake to little feel, check it
In a second, put in the wreck able time

How many times man I told you
Never come try to contend with and again
The challenge the got blown up
Guns hanging around call it a showdown now

So you looking for me, I know home now
Hear them coughing telling the bitch that they found him now
You troop when I said and I leave when I smoke on top of my lawn
Dun dun leaving in this stocker if I pull me gun

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

I'm jerking crossed seas then come take over the border
Flesh the international player taking my paper chase world wide
Get for that, choose my nigga
Save it me now move to Los Angeles, ah
My jelly my bitch and they go pullin' till I dismount

So don't trip when I flip this song fifth dog nigga
Nodding the don now speak sister, recover
Nevertheless you can troop dip rolling with Mo' thug
And the millennium seventh sign chiding Bone, don't trust me

Because they dope farm for the land of leaves
Rebel up wasteland, wasteland none of guilt fools
Found they be live in a ditch Flesh wants to abuse it
They die fighting for the bloody mess

Get clack back see not in the past to sit chief
Who's whip for you? So die fighting
I rely on you digging assassinating
Quicker be the force they be but the brake light to the holy forehead
Killing, me split the scene then I collect my green

Heading back, back to the spot and leaving no trailing cop
Fuck the law, they can not stop me, no so, put them off
And they coughing top drop you all about my business
Thought they can tag for granted kicking my trues
Creep on it come up people take over the planet damn it

Come now say, come now challenge the master
You get caught up in disaster
Blasting them between their eyes
Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized

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Look - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Look
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Miguel L. Scott, Lee Dixon, Christopher J. Gholson

Lyric:
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look

You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta, nigga, look
In the cracks and the crevices of the ghetto nigga look
Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher, nigga, look
Gotta 9 like a 45 special, nigga, look

Still chillin' with my hoe heard a bitch holla, look
It's a nigga with a chrome double barrel, so I look
Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how the way he look
But I already had my thing cocked before I look

See I had the same face of the nigga and I look
Like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing that's a reefa
One slip then my 9 went bang got rough
On anybody who wanna test my game

Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang
Got some niggas still livin' how I rocks they fade
Got a whole click of killas ridin' Chevy's on blaze
And a trap to the moon, one heat one game

Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Hey, Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Well, what up for yah? It's your boy breeze again
Breezin' in with one of y'all breeze again
And I know Jesus seein' me sin so
Why not blow dro, why not sip seez and gin?

Reason bein' since birth man things have seemed
A little different, I'm still pimpin' deep with in
But now that I'm grown it's on so I'm a go on and spit it
And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone in minutes

I pull up in the Chevy lookin' real slick and vicious
With a bottle of Hennisey and a blunt of that sticky
Hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted
Instead of callin' me daddy' these hoes callin' me diddy

I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties
Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it
Gold teeth gonna shine, sho nuff
And you can turn your head but your broad gonna look

Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Hey, Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Hoppin' out of candy coated Chevy bitch, look
Whole team ballin' harder than a roucus trick, look
Sucka tryin' to get live, got his gut split, look
Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick, look

That's why we rollin' deep with a barreta taker, look
A dime piece with me, all you better do is look
Get your head open wide like a pocket book, look
You know, you shook you ain't gotta hide your face bitch, look

Yeah, it's mister click clacker bitch, I jack the jackers
Cover more than Greyhound every hustlin' backwards
Stay in the pocket gettin' sticked but I'm breakin' them tackles
Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle

I've been gettin' it for years and real niggas know that
Back when Dominique, Brooklyn, Jersey rockin' the throw back
Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a Lojack
Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack

Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Hey, Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain
It's deez boyz snow man is the name
Posted up poppin' Cris like you do them beers
Got bread stacks, I ain't seen in a couple of years

When I ball I see a gansta they don't look they stare
Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair
And I'm straight from the hood that's where I come from
Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones

Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Hey, Boyz N Da Hood dressed up in, look
Black tees, black hats with the black tims, look
We ain't talkin' to you niggas, shit we ain't gotta look
But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna look

Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look

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