Stunnas - Lyrics - Jagged Edge

Title: Stunnas
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Patrick Michael Smith, Balewa Muhammad, Hakim Young, Candice Nelson, Ezekiel Lewis, Jermaine Mobley

Lyric:
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up
Stunna shades, fluid in my kup
We up in da klub, we gon' tear it up

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Now middle of the day grippin' 12 o'clock at night
You'll neva catch me without my stunnas on
I be on dat green, I be cheifen mean forgot my visine
But I got my stunnas on

They don't wanna let me in da klub wit' 'em on
Say I'm lookin' like a thug wit' 'em on
I take 'em off I get in and put 'em right back on
You'll neva catch yo boy without his stunnas on

Big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Now we sailin' in da mall homie ice got it all
Know I be doin' it wit' my stunnas on
Catch me on da ase hand up on da dash
Hands be turnin' so fast who's dat wit' dem stunnas on

My eyes tinted got a lean in da lac
Let a nigga look G in da lac
I'm a boss deez cost runnin' to bring i know
Told ya neva catch yo boi without his stunnas on

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick, da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

I got my stunnas on Cartier made
Wood grain frame wit' my name in da shades
And when I wanna switch it up, I put dem Garda D's on
Same stunnas wood gon', now dey all chrome

I read in 'em, beat in 'em, eat in 'em
Shorty say she love it so she let a niggaz beat in 'em
It's a important part of my attire apart of my fresh
I can't leave home without 'em like my Amerikan Express

I'm from da a where it's mandatory gotta ride some
Hit da mall mann, erry'day buy some
Da bigger, da better, da harder to stunt
He ain't doin' it like me baby tell 'em stop frontin'

Like this big whips or rocks we gon' get 'em
Loose lips ain't leavin' out now we wit' 'em
Any top notch dyme in ya city we wit' 'em
Don't stop late night till da morn keep da stunnas on

If its fly or flashy, yes, we wit' it
Got kicks so quick da first to go get it
Before you approach dat dyme prolly already hit it
Don't waist time steady on my grind wit' ma stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Soon as we walk in, watch yo' chick
'Cause you know yo' chick is gonna watch me
Bet she gonna like what she see
'Cause I always got my stunnas on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on
Stunnas on, got my stunnaz on

Stunnas on
Stunnas on

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Real Big - Lyrics - Mind of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

Title: Real Big
Album: Mind of Mannie Fresh
Artist: Mannie Fresh
Composer(s): Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

King of the hood, everything wood
Look like a forest and they're bitchin' I'ma put
Matchin' sofa set, big open deck
Hardwood floors and their decks they connect

From the front to the back, nigga, top that
Six-15's in the motherfucking deck
Push that button, microwave oven
I'm just gettin' started, pimp, you ain't seen nothin'

Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash?
Yeah, pimp' but don't put your fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And on the other side of bed that she wanted a fuck

Clap off lights when you gettin' affection
Clap on lights when you findin' protection
Now where in the wide wide world of gator
Can you find another truck with a push elevator?

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

Here I come so, so ride, right on
In the shoe so, so white, dynamite
Hey, ya'll peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up, it's just a bit dick
Back up, workin with a monstah

Now everybody knows who got shiness clothes
And everybody knows who got the baddest hoes
And white boys go, "Wow, he's my idol", rad
And black boys say, "Dude, holdin' the title"

As the king of the South, workin' in and out
And the niggas still pimp, white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what you wanna see
I ain't gotta get money man, money get me

Yeah, pimpin' stay blindin', bling
Keep a Steve Harvey linin', edge it up
And, I'm a leather reclinin', lay back
Put the music alpinin', turn it up

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

Move hoe, I ain't playin'
Landin' in the projects in a big jet plane, rollout
In a old lame Chevy van, where's your baby
Momma cussin', nigga 'cuz I can't

Now, dude on the real, you bitch jocka stunna grill
Now, dude on the real, you bitch jocka stunna grill
The clown puttin' it down, yall' swing my nuts
So all yo niggas how to do donuts

Round and round and round, stop stop
This is the part where I give my phone number
To all the girls thats hot, dial 9-7-6, that outside dick
Or 8-7-4, deep down in your throat

Have you ever seen a bitch trans truck like that?
Now have you ever seen a big bitch butt like that?
Pah' dunka-dunk all out of her pants
With a bow legged cowboys dance, yeehaw

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

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Same Girl Remix - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Same Girl Remix
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Ronnie Jackson, Robert Kelly, James Rayshawn Smith

Lyric:
This is the remix
Kells, Ush and T
Y'all sing hard in the club
We about to triple up
Usher, Kells

Hi, my name is Teddy
Unfortunately, y'all don?t know me
But I couldn't help but overhear
What y'all was saying 'bout TT
See I, I know her too, obviously so do you
So I?m gon' get in dis conversation too

Do she got a crib, yep
By the waffle house? Yep
Did she show you that thing
That she be doing with her mouth? Man

She know to cock them legs back
The greatest sex in your life, yep
Yeah, I know ?coz she's my wife
Wait a minute hold on dawg

Nigga ain?t no hold or back up
Y'all niggas gon? make me act up
I'm out here busting my ass for her
Y'all I done turned her back up

And you just can't tell me
That you didn't see that ring on her finger
I?m even tryna help her be a singer

That's why she was at that party in Atlanta
When I told her ass not to go out to Chicago
While I?m out here doing my thing in Tallahassee
Y'all out here treating my wife like a straight hoe

I can't believe this bitch, I can't believe this shit
Everything I ever did for her
I?m taking it back, I?m so thru with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I took time out of my life
To have these niggas fuck my wife
And they call her

The same girl, same girl
T-Pain and Kells, Kells
The remix, same girl
T-Pain and Kells

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Just wait one got dawg on minute
You can't do the remix without putting some ?R? in it

?Coz I hit it first, square business
If the Ritz in da Chi, square business
It's da king of da flirt, square business
Nigga, I ain?t gotta lie, square business

She's my shawty, my tenderoni
My booty call when I?m horny
I am Bobby, this is Whitney
When we getting high

Spent that money played that game
Got good brains, you made it brains
She's my limp and I?m her pain
Shoot, we talking 'bout the same

She, she call me big ole head
And I call her bobble head
The way she wiggle it when I?m hitting it
From the back up in my bed

And da way she be screaming my name
And tha way she be giving me brain
And when it's all over she say
Kelly you got da game

So back up T or it's gon' cause you some pain
Man, I wish you would call her da same

The same girl, same girl
T-Pain and Kells, Kells
The remix, same girl, T-Pain and Kells

Now can I flip it, can I flip it?
You can flip it, you can flip it
Snap ya fingers, snap ya fingers
Snap ya fingers, snap ya fingers

Yeah, yeah, y'all yeah, I like this
If you in the club, let me see you two stepping right now
Come on put ya stunnas on, put ya stunnas on

We about to take over the radio right now y'all
Just stand back, we got T-pain in here
We got Usher in here, we got Kells in here
We got all the ballers, the ladies you know what I?m sayin'
Come on y'all sing this part with me

I?m in the club with a drink in my hand
Stunting hard, looking like about a hundred grand
Ready to spend it all, so shawty take it off
Just call the club with jiggas and nigga ready to ball

Think out by the bar, live with her in my car
Hit it with my stunnas on like a rock star
I know y?all think I?m crazy, Kells' gon? wild b-i-itch
This is just a free style, whoah, yeah

Y'all sound so beautiful
Now usually I don?t do this but uh
I?m go head on and do it
Come on snap your fingers with me
Michael Jackson style

Snap ya fingas, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self
Snap ya fingas, do ya step
You can do it all by yo self

The same girl, same girl
T-Pain and Kells, Kells
The remix, same girl, T-Pain and Kells

The same girl, same girl
T-Pain and Kells, Kells
The same girl, same girl

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Hood Buzzin - Lyrics - Kevin Michael

Title: Hood Buzzin
Artist: Kevin Michael
Composer(s): Christian Karlsson, Patrick Smith, Pontus Johan Winnberg, Magnus Wallbert, Bale'Wa Muhammad, Candice Nelson, Ezekiel Lewis

Lyric:
They?re mad, they wish they had the love we have
We?re booking flights and don?t even take bags
We did ?em dirty last summer
Rover Sports, Jet-Ski?s attached

They hatin? us in matchin? furs
Gold name plates, his and hers
See at first they said it wouldn?t work
But we got the whole hood buzzin' now

They said it?d never happen
But we knew it would happen back then
We stayed down through the fire, we stayed down to the wire
We came up, now the whole hood?s buzzin'

Number one gold chick hater
Number one chick, number one motivator
You ain?t gotta wish it, if you want it you can get it
But we got the whole hood buzzin' now

Jump, bet you ain?t never saw this one coming
The whole hood?s buzzin' now and I like it
They know that you?re my girl, girl, gonna hold you down, yeah
People talk but they ain?t saying nothing
Girl, we got the whole hood buzzin' now

Get your hair done every week, French tips, my treat
Only the best for you my sweet
Gold stunnas by Chanel, they match the bag
They know what?s up

That ain?t the ride
Five star, drinking good wine
We make ?em point and whisper every time
Now we got the whole hood buzzin' now

They said it?d never happen
But we knew it would happen back then
Down though the fire, down to the wire
We came up, now the whole hood?s buzzin'

Number one gold check hater
Number one chick, number one motivator
You ain?t gotta wish it, if you want it you can get it
But we got the whole hood buzzin' now

Jump, bet you ain't never saw this one coming
The whole hood?s buzzin now and I like it
They know that you?re my girl, girl, gonna hold you down, yeah
People talk but they ain?t saying nothing
Girl, we got the whole hood buzzin' now

Don?t feel bad at all
When you hear them haters call
Baby, we deserve to ball
Just brush them off and
Keep the whole hood buzzin'

Call us what they may
There?s a real turn been made
Some things never change
But we got the whole hood buzzin' now

Jump, bet you ain?t never saw this one coming
The whole hood?s buzzin now and I like it
They know that you?re my girl, girl, gonna hold you down, yeah
People talk but they ain?t saying nothing
But we got the whole hood buzzin' now

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# 1 Stunna - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: # 1 Stunna
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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Never Had Shit - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: Never Had Shit
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas, Tab Virgil, Brian Williams

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Lyric:
That's right, Cash Money took over this shit, motherfuckers
Y'all don't know how ta do it, I'ma show ya how I live
Peep this shit out, lil' one

My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa
Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur

Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia
Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
After we score, I laid there and got me six more

Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak
Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
They call my watch tha North Pole 'cuz it's flooded with ice
It's a bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night

If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
Buy a house before tha wedding and a ring for tha wife
Money ain't shit to me because I'm young and I'm blessed
I don't carry no cash, it?s credit cards, checks

Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
Got seven-year-old children wan? grow up to be like me

Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that

Got trillion cut earrings, so I can blind these hoes
I'm tha number one stunna, fuckin' rap hoes
Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist

I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus coupe, two door
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
We Cash Money stunnas, money long as tha street
You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Look, look, bitches say, I stunt too much
It's okay 'cuz I can back it up
Know you gon' let me do, what I do
Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too

'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine
Drive top of tha line, pop bottles of wine
Break bread with my clique of niggas, niggas
Toss hoes, take naked pictures, pictures

Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga, nigga
Try not to get a big head, nigga, nigga
Look, you like my watch, ha, you like my ring, ha
You like tha way it look and how it bling bling, ha

I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it
Every nigga in my clique, bubble and glide
Every nigga in my clique sittin' low and high

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

Actin' like a nigga, that ain't never had shit
Lookin' through my ben, sayin', there's some asses

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Bounce With Me - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bounce With Me
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I fuck with them junkies, killers and car jackers
Niggas who stalk niggas with work and kidnap 'em
Them ballers with T's, stunnas and head bustas
Niggas who pimp platinum Benzes and bubble-eye Hummers

If you're ballin', then ball you're shinin', keep shinin'
You're grindin' at the top when you get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G., original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police

I keep it real with the real, that's all I know, nigga
Comin' up 'round my way you couldn't be a ho, nigga
Ask Baby and Slim, they saw B.G. grow, nigga
They witnessed me slingin' that llello, my nigga

Had work and I knew it, I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up, they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
I do 'cause I wanna bling, I wanna bling bling

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

I'm on probation, got me, I can't smoke no blunts
A dirty urine 'll have me baggin' up thirty-six months
Just touched down, so I gots to lay low and be cool
But I keep that heat with me because these niggas is fools

I do this for my street niggas, my thugged out
Go and drop off a ki niggas, stackin' that cheese niggas
Straight 'bout beef niggas
Dressin' in black shootin' up the whole street niggas

This is for my niggas
I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug
Only thing I was taught comin' up was guns and drugs
So my thoughts is fucked up, I'm on some other shit

Like if I can't get you I kidnap your mother shit
Or duct tape your brother shit, and turn yourself in
Turn on the weed eater and swept him 'til I get my N's
I've been affiliated with killers all my life
That's how I am 'cause all my role models weren't right, so

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

It's on if it's on, I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck
Drama, I love it, I'm trigga happy, can't get enough
The streets is my home, that's all I know
I hustle to beat ya outshinin', drive off the showroom floor

Baby, Beatrice, my nigga, Bryan and Bubba
Taught me how to rep taught me how to be a lil' stunna
He told me don't worry 'bout nothin', get my grind on
Let my paper stack, let it be known I got my grind on

Gotta have platinum chain, platinum watch, platinum ring
It's the year 2G, a nigga like me gotta have things
Ain't no nigga gon' cross me 'cause I'm made
No busta gon' stop my bounce or attempt to stop my bling

If you really try me then I bring out my choppy
'Cause I know if I hold 'em right then that nigga got me
From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty 'round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga

From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenties on your whip, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga
From the east, the west, up north, and down south, nigga
Got twenty on your wrist, throw your hand out and bounce, nigga

I got to bounce, nigga
Bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

Bounce, nigga, bounce like you just flipped two chickens, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like your whip on twenty inches, nigga
Bounce, nigga, bounce like you came up on a mill, nigga
Boot up like you got platinum goin' across your grill, nigga

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#1 - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: #1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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