Lean Wit Rock Wit It - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coming Undone Wit It - Lyrics - Korn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korn and the motherfucking Franchize Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Coming Undone Wit It - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korn and the motherfucking Franchize Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lean Wit It - Lyrics - The Inspiration - Young Jeezy

Title: Lean Wit It
Album: The Inspiration
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Robert Hill, Bernard Leverette, Charles Hammond, Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton, Deangelo Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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40 - Clown Wit It - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Clown Wit It
Artist: E
Composer(s): Omar Helton, Bosco A. Kante, Earl Thomas Stevens, Michael Tyler

Lyric:
Forty water and Mystikal
What cha know about that, nigga?

What cha want, girl?
You interested in a thug ass nigga
Wit battle wounds and scars
Lawyers, doctors, rappers
R&B singers or sports stars?

Wig splittas and dome crackers that's all I'm accustomed to
Allergic to suckas and bustas and get to sneezin' and shit
Ain't affiliated wit pathological liars and name droppers
Just bosses and mafia niggas, slick talkers and collar poppas

Drug traffic and racketeer bank robbers
Young pits pants saggin', totin' and packin' choppers
Having this ghetto money tryin' to stay papered up like a fax
I keep tellin' all these niggas out this way
You ain't got to have dandruff to have scratch

Protect yo neck and yo chest
See, my mentality hasn't changed
Just my physical address, nothin' less

I smoke wit the gromiest and the highest
Takin' my chances on hepatitis
Sharin' my fortys of malt liquor drinkin'
211, after any old nigga thinking

Clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
I mean sic wit it

Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it

Nigga, you must have been drinkin' dog water
If you think you can fuck wit the bayou godfather
Smoke like scaldin' water I'm come from the 12th ward
Cuts and welts and scars whoever face-off

Burnin' and turnin', they lights out makin' them stay dark
Body beatin' and sweepin', keepin' 'em sleepin'
Heat seekin' deletin' 'cause, bitch, I ain't need cha
Feel like bullets hit cha when the rhymes flyin' off

When I get finish wit cha, you gonna feelin', dog tired, boss
Jump shop, hop flight, cop ride and
Tellin' finally smell it and chop it up wit Fonzarelli

These niggas be sounding like they talking 'bout they on one
But when I come, they only fuck up, one run like home run
Fire-bringa, rhyme-singa, pussy-banga, young dick-slanga
They funky like Kunta Kinte own thang
On my bike I'm ridin' the fuckin' rap game on the handle bars

Clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
I mean sic wit it

Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
I'm talkin' sic wit it
Clown wit it

Livin' in California ain't always so cute like New Orleans
Fuck around and get yo head put on flat in a road rage dispute
The poor get poorer and the rich keep gettin' richer
These hoers keep pourin' and the spicks keep getting slicker

I play the game for what it's worth
Hard like penitentiary steel, not soft like a Nerf
I know some cats, seriously, homey, maybe twice
Ain't neva been pass four blocks in they li-a-life

Dudes can't even dream a dream about gettin' paid
Just sittin' on the corner, sittin' for about a decade
I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I'm a rebel
Some cats'll bury their self alive
Just to prove they know how to use a shovel

And about you sounding like everybody else
Ass rappers knock my flow
But in the back of your head, you really be sayin'
That their nigga right their be snappin' that nigga from the back
I ain't even gon' lie pimpin' that nigga a fool right there
He got a fool style that nigga there can go go

Clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
I mean sic wit it

Clown wit it, clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
I'm talkin' sic wit it

Clown wit it, clown wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Biatch

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Ride Wit U - Lyrics - And Then... - Joe

Title: Ride Wit U
Album: And Then...
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): D Brown, Carvin Haggins, Ivan Barias, Frank Romano, James Rayshawn Smith, C Lloyd

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Lyric:
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit

Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still hit them blocks an' I'm sold
Wit you, can you picture, me and you none of your friends
No crew? We gonna do whatever you wanna do

I'll take ya mind off whatever you goin' through
Just sit back an' relax to the sound of the sax
I'm hood but that don't mean I ride around wit the rats
I work an' make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack

Look at what we got right here, such a work of art
Someone I'll give my heart, do anything, it's what I'll do
Just so that she would be mine, I give her all my time
Every part of me my mind, soul an' my body, what's up?

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I'm the type that just don't care, if it's you I want
Then I'm gon' come an' get you an' see
What's really good wit you
Please believe I'll take you there
But first let's see if your intellectual matches up
Wit your physical, baby

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

Come on an' ride wit a thug, we can do what you like
A baller, baby, you see the blue in my eyes
Drop the top an' let your hair blow back
Them J Lo jeans, girl, that ass so fat

Buck know just what to do wit all that
Chest to chest, so I'll hit it from the back
I do it like a pro, won't nobody know
Let's pop some Mo' ride an' listen to Joe

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

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Cool Wit It - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Cool Wit It
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jason Epperson

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Lyric:
This is Cadillac Mack
Seville Appeal
Luv rollin' the L doggs
9 papers

Ayyo, I'm laid back and humble, yeah, I'm cool wit it
Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it
Ain't no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it
Baby, girl behind the counter lookin' cool wit

She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it
She was the type that said I wouldn't know what to do wit it
I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it
Got her number, she ain't it so I'm through wit it

I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it
Hold on lil' Derrty, for two minutes
I think I left my herb man I ain't cool wit it
Murph Derrt say he got me now I'm cool wit it

I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it
Pimpin' already, now I got the juice in it
I got the gray Vokal wit the blue in it
Loose, new, blue, fitted, I'm so cool wit it

Ali, you cool wit it?
Ayyo I'm cool wit it
Well, is you cool wit it?
Fo' sho I'm cool wit it
You sure you cool wit it?
Definitely cool wit it K
Kyjuan let me show you really I am

Ayyo, Nas was talkin' but I was cool wit it
DMX said summin' but I was cool wit it
KRS was speakin' but I was cool wit it
And I ain't even gon trip nigga I'm cool wit it

We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it
Lunatic's for the culture is you cool wit it?
If sauce, stand up yell out yep I'm cool wit it
Yo mo Leezy Nell, I'm done come act a fool wit it

I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it
I said damn it's kinda early but I'm cool wit it
I had a message on my celly I'm like who did it?
Turns out, it was this chick I'd like to 'Ooh' wit it

Now I'm tryin' to figure out if I'ma fool wit it
She used to be the cheerleader type, school spirit
You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it
I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn't get it

Or maybe they had the game they just didn't spit it
Or they won't admit it, 'cuz they carry too much pride in it
I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it
Hide in it, might flight glide in it

You know I did it, 'cuz I'm cool wit it
A lot of niggaz talkin' shit but I'm cool wit it
Walk in a party, lotta gawkin' but I'm cool wit it
Look outside, see what I'm parkin'? you can't fool wit it

Not at all, you can't fool wit none of that young mate
Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade
Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior
A-ha, slide on young playa
Just be cool wit yo losses, a-ha, Pimp Juice

Yo Murph, you cool wit it?
Yeah, man I'm cool wit it
But is you cool wit it?
Yeah, Derrty I'm cool wit it
You sure you really cool wit it?
Yeah, man I'm cool wit it
Pimp Juice let me show you really I am

Look, look, I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it
I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it
Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it
'Cuz she work and go to school so I'm cool wit it

My granny don't like rap but she cool wit it
'Cuz as long as I got a job then she cool wit it
To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it
Told me boy don't blow yo money and be cool wit it

So in other words Derrty don't be a fool wit it
He said don't wind up in the motherfuckin' news wit it
And help the family when you can and they cool wit it
Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it

I'm Murph Dert mu'fucka I'm so cool wit it
I send raps on ice 'cuz I'm cool wit it
And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it
Pull up in the yellow Benz thing 'cuz I'm cool wit it

Nelly you cool wit it
Ali you cool wit it?
Kyjuan's cool wit it
Murphy cool wit it
City Spud cool wit it
And Slo cool too
Party people, lemme show you
How really cool we am

Ay, Slo you cool wit it?
Ay, Spud you cool wit it?
Ay, Coach you cool wit it?

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Man - Fuckin' Wit Dank - Lyrics - Pooh

Title: Man - Fuckin' Wit Dank
Artist: Pooh
Composer(s): Anthony Banks, Lawrence Thomas

Lyric:
Hey yo, Pooh Man get your lyrics together
For this next song, man
Ant man, I gotta fire up this dank first
I ain't fuckin? with nothing till I hit the dank
Man, you stupid motherfucker

Hey kid man, bring me the lighter man, fuck that
Fuck what he talkin? about, I fresh to hit the dank
Shit, man fuck it, I ain't fuckin? with that shit

All my partners out there know what time it is
Fire up that dank, you know what I'm sayin??
Y'all be fucked, man
Man, that shit hella stanks, man

Man, y'all be stupid motherfuckers, man
Yah, it stanks but it's cool partna
Fuck that shit, hey, let?s do this Ant
Fuck, what you talkin? about, let?s do this
Alright fuck it, do it, hey, what am I doin??

Drop the top, hit the block
Beat slammin?, man, fuck the cops
The drops stayin?, sittin? on gold kicks
Pull to the side and get with a fresh bitch

A young tender, dressed in Guess
A fat booty and some big ass breasts
Her name is Tina, my name?s Pooh
Yeah, it's time to fuck, man, I thought you knew

Straight to the tail, dick hard as a rock
I'm fiendin? for her, I got have that cock
Mine dog dank, I?m high as fuck
Time to easyated and straight get sucked

Tina was a young ass freak
Start suckin? on my balls and my knees got weak
Nutted in the throat, she couldn't get with it
Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it

It ain't the best I?ve ever had but baby, you?re good
I can't wait to tell the boys in the hood
It's time to take her home, her pussy stanks
But you can't smell it when you?re fuckin? wit dank

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)
Hey Pooh, kick it

Hopped in the shell, hit the spot
I got the monkeys and I?m fiendin? for cock
Thought about a bitch I had around the way
Grabbed her on the phone, "Is it cool today?"

Bitch started mumblin?, finally said maybe
Let a ho meet a tone, "Alright then, baby"
Click, hung up on the freak
Thought about Pinkey, this ho from last week

Seems like I?m calling girls from all across the nation
All you girls can be on the administration
Fire up so? mo' dank, look some mo'
Man, I gotta find me a freaky ass ho

I'm tired of a bitch who won't suck dick
I need some head and I mean hella quick
Yeah, I got it 105th
This bitch named Monesha is a potent shit

But befo' I got, I need gas in my tank
Like a car need petrol, Pooh need dank

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)
Pooh, come again, boy

Fool, snort hop, some snort crack
Fire up the indo and straight kick back
With a bitch or maybe the fellas
Oh what a feelin?, yeah man, I tell ya

George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park, Joe Ray and Budd
Indo's the shit, man, where's the bud?

Seminary, dat and wang
Choke it or smoke it, man, it ain't no thang
98th and Walnut, where's the dank?
I'm gonna smoke this shit until my damn breath stanks

Hub, Glen, Shawn and Beave
I ain't talking, man, unless you got weed
Ron, Boo, my homeboy Frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall

I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)

Hey yo Pooh, pass the dank, the gin and the juice
So I can get loose and produce
Some gansta shit and Ant Banks'll get fucked up
And make your shit sound legit

So, get with this hit that you?re listening to
I made it, bitch, and it's gettin? you
Into the mood, you wanna suck my dick
You know it bitch and get wit it

Wet dem lips and you better be great
Serve my dick like a mothafuckin? waitress
And that's word to the motha
From a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha

It has been made by bad ass Anthony Banks
MC Pooh and the Deuce and big Bruce comin? through straight

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(With Ant Banks, yo)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank
(Seven Deuce)
...

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Do It To It - Lyrics - Unappreciated - Cherish

Title: Do It To It
Album: Unappreciated
Artist: Cherish
Composer(s): John Williams, Farrah King, Rodney Richard, Sean Paul Joseph, Neosha King

Lyric:
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
(Yea, a Town, yea)
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
(Sean Paul, wit them Young Bloodz wit my homegirls Cherish)
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
(Yea, a Town, yea)
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
(Hey yo Vito, we got you one here playa)

Step out the Caddy ya feel
It's on a base of steel
Them boys checkin' us out
Know when we dress to kill

Strut in the club
It's dark, but still got my shades on
I hear the DJ mixing
Young Buck to that Whisper Song

We from the city that make it OK
To turn that clubbin' in year round holiday
So if ya feelin' right, grab the kryptonite
If this ya song tonite, then it's on tonite

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

No need to ask where I'm from, you already know
I represent the a from my head and to my toes
Step on the dance floor watch and learn, ?cuz here I go
I throw my hands up and work my body to the flo'

We from the city that make it OK
To turn that clubbin' in year round holiday
So if ya feelin' right, grab the kryptonite
If this ya song tonite, then it's on tonite

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

What's Up CoCo?
What's up 44?
I lean I rock, I drink I smoke
Might snap my fingers
Might clap my hands
Don't get it twisted pimpin'
This a hood dance

Throw up ya hood man
Hold up some good man
They hang ?cuz they can't
Do it, do it, do it man

I'm riding good man
You grippin' wood man
I'm in da club
10 grand in the rubber band

Damn right I'm crunk
Damn right I'm clean
They got that rock
We got that lean

We make a pool palace
I make ya shoulder lean
And I'ma show it
You nah mean?

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it

Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it
You know the world be rockin' to it, to it
So do it, do it, do it to it, come on

A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa
A A, a A, a A, Aaaa

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Slang And Serve - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Slang And Serve
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Anthony Wells

Lyric:
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition
Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life
Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the job right
Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them
Killin' for a hobby like a medieval barbarian
Khen will the disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the glock
Illustrated killin' live in color like it's magnavox

Now I got 'em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock
Set up shop wit' over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, I'll even shoot at cops
Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top
Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo fuckin' block mopped
You gone have to tangle wit' a Hypnotize, get surprised
Good for makin' money off the shit to stay the fuck alive

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

I only fuck wit' real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell
If you ain't affiliated, don't come wit' packs to sell
Object of this hustlin' is bubbling stacks of mail
Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail
When I hit the block I'm seein' J's drivin' insane
Crunker than Montana wit' some anna for ounces of caine
ATL niggas blowin' brains, simple and plain
Sippin' golden grain, makin' stangs, inflictin' the pain

Smokin', gettin' into it, livin' ruthless, the feds are clueless
We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid
Hypnotize niggas ridin' vettes, sippin' moets
Strapped up wit' a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress
51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless
I'ma get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest
Puttin' bitches on the track, when it's a pimp in the flesh
Solid as a rock for adversaries who wishin' to test

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me
If there has been treachery don't try to get next to me
Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin' wit' family
We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity
Break bread off of greenery, releasin' the steam in me
Keep me from the weapons, I'll be fuckin' up the scenery
Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas don't attempt to flinch
Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence

I'ma let the missile rip, ballistic wit' hollow tips
You won't see me comin', keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
Smoke blindin' my enemies, give 'em fearful tendencies
You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey
I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
Hooked up wit' the camp, I've been a mercenary ever since
Atlanta my stompin' grounds, Old Nationals where I'm found
Moving bricks and fuckin' tricks, and smokin' reefer by the pounds

ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
...

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Who Ride Wit Us - Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt

Title: Who Ride Wit Us
Album: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, Fredrick Nassar, Jamarr Stamps

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Lyric:
Ride wit us, who ride wit us?

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin' the bumper
Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin' and hummin'
Hoppin up the 'Shaw on a Sunday, what a fun day
Dip skip trippin' and whippin' down the one-way

Diggy Daz a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and rough but it's never too much
Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash

This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
AK front to the back 'cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin' it plus we swarmin'
To rumble in the jungle like Ali and Foreman

We rippin' it up, we be givin' it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin' it up
We be cuttin' it up, scufflin' to muffle it up
Homeboy Diggy Daz
(Now with Kurupt)

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

Livin' it up, shakin', makin' the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin', stickin' fools for chicken, scrapin' the curbs
Scrappin' for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird

I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl Diamond
Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin'
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin' switches a couple toys

I'm tired retirin' a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to Jersey, puffin' hershey
Let off, get off or get spin off
Spit off, set off, spun off the chest, off the roof

A hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster Daz and Kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

I'm tired of this, I'm tired of that
(This, that)
I'm 'bout to bust, fool where's the strap
G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go

Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
On the corner chippin' the curb and any busta
Get close enough we servin'

Homey don't get nervous
Beware, that's Kurupt, fool beware
Rippin' it up fool so you better beware
Of my crew, gray and blue'd up get chewed up
You and your all red crew get bruised up

I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
And pay dues and now I'm livin' the life of crime
Switched up, hit 'em up, blast or get 'em up
Forty-five, Tec-Nines blast to hit 'em up, aww yeah

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?
Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us?
Who ride wit us?

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Hot Wit U (Nasty Girl Remix) - Lyrics - Prince

Title: Hot Wit U (Nasty Girl Remix)
Artist: Prince
Composer(s): Prince Nelson

Lyric:
Hot wit u

I wanna get hot wit u
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
Make you suck your tongue and say, ooh

I wanna get hot wit u
Take you upstairs to the 14th room
Multicolored lights and an ocean view
Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u

I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u

I want to get hot wit u
I wanna get you underneath the cream
And do the marshmallow
Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u

I wanna get you to do something
You thought you'd never do
Like dance in front of my headlights
On a hot summer night, nude
I wanna get hot wit u

I wanna get hot wit u
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
Make you suck your tongue and say, ooh

I wanna get hot wit u
Take you upstairs to the 14th room
Multicolored lights and an ocean view
Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u

I want to get hot wit u
I wanna make you climb this chain around my waist
So I can prove that I'm the only one that brings out
The freak in you
I want to get hot wit u

I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u

Know the body banging, got you singing
Ignore shouts from the neighbors, telephone ringing
Put me in positions thought I'd never do proper
Created a machine, now you know you can't stop her

Trying to turn me on, I never had this, so stop this
I'm supposed to tremble 'cuz they call you 'The Artist'?
Let's wild out, can you handle ruff riding?
Treat you like a freak of the week and had you hiding from me

I can do whatever you like, if you could take it
If I could be your girlfriend, you could catch me naked
Can't front sexually, I'd like a sample
But I don't think I'm ready for you to make me an example

I mean, come on, why front on
I'd never place time, queen in your life
I mean, will never
The days that you feeling for me, mutually
That I'm ready to call you daddy
Even get got with you

Meet me early morning in a 4th dimension plane
Astral traveling hottie, I know you know my game
Underneath the cream I'll meet you and then we'll rearrange
Everything you know of love, I'll give you reason to change

Hot wit u
I wanna get hot wit u
(I wanna, wanna)
I wanna get hot wit u
(I want you)

I want to get hot wit u
I wanna steal a kiss in the middle of an overcrowded room, yeah
That's what I wanna do, I, I
I wanna get hot wit u
Hot wit u, ooh

I wanna get hot wit u
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
Make you suck your tongue and say, ooh

I wanna get hot wit u
Take you upstairs to the 14th room
Multicolored lights and an ocean view
Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u

Take a drive to the ocean
And drown you in a wave
(Hot wit u)
Of 100,000 compliments, boo
I want you every day
(Hot wit u)

To be cool
And the only way to do that is every night
(Hot wit u)
Get hot, get hot wit u
(Hot, hot)
Yeah, baby

I wanna get hot wit u
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
(Never)
Make you suck your tongue and say, ooh

I wanna get hot wit u
Take you upstairs to the 14th room
(Oh, honey)
Multicolored lights and an ocean view
(Can't you see)
Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u

Hot wit u
(I wanna get hot wit u)

I wanna get hot wit u
Get you underneath the cream and ooh
Get you doing things you thought you'd never do
(Ooh)
Make you suck your tongue and say, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Ooh, I wanna get hot wit u
Wanna get hot wit u

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Can'T Fuck Wit - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Can'T Fuck Wit
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita, Corey Todd Woods

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Lyric:
Yeah, let it go, yo, that's right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, check it out, tell 'em, dunn

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Yo, if I sat at wrote a verse for all the niggaz I hated
Most definitely, if not you, kill somebody belated
Sound foul with a subject, dunn, no women or kids
Dump you up under a bridge in a cardboard box

I'm like nothin' to do wit it, believe it or not
I'm washin' my hands to get bent with Henney or rock
Up in the rep, bangin' my chest off, pealin' my socks
Niggaz do it to death, I sleep with my 6 cocked

I can't rock, one sip, ya love it a lot
While you sleepin', I'm creapin' wit the intricate plot
'Cuz picture me up in the morgue, way before my time
Picture you tryin' to get me while I'm still tryin' to get mines

Asshole, have ya brain lookin' like Castro
Dunn, I heard you wanted me, be careful what you ask for
Bitch, if I buck you, damn short snitched
The nigga just mad' cuz he can't cop crisp

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
You really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

I observe the dread, winter time, big shot in my leg
Blood barrels, a big thick Benneton keg
Razor glass full, salute all Teflon, shoot wit the left arm
We sleepin' wit nukes, the blood is shed warm

High voltage guns, nuns wit jums in the gums
Razors, lazers, bulletproof blazers
Yo, remember what the team chanted
They bought the jewel from a don wit a king-sized hat on, slanted

Kangol wit Bentol, ya mental, mid war
Spill Hen' in the store, that's for the own'
Blaze wit a bent 4, yo these laws is yours
When we pour gasoline all in ya pours an' draws

So deceivin', flow speed change, lay him down, empty breathin'
Instead of these leaks, we leave the weak weapin'
'Operation Apparatus', spray shots through ya gray Stratus
Straight up status for maggots

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Ya really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Ya really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Soldier boys stay on ya toes, be on ya P's an' Q's
Keep ya eyes bright comin' out ya buildin', Duke
You might bump into a bullet or stumble on ya death
Niggaz slumber, I put 'em in a deep coma

I keep guns 'cuz it's like that, you figure it out
I got an arson for niggaz tryin' to figure me out
You ain't a killa, you just talk more, runnin' ya mouth
Type of nigga, we'll stomp out an' bloody down

Look, we a Mobb for real, don't let the LPs twist it
Cut me a cheque 'cuz I don't talk business
Drop anthems worth millions an' spend millions
Take trips with my niggaz to the Keys on the weekends

Serious jewels, pissy off the fruits
Dunn, we move like the marines, move when we come through
Seduce bitches dizzy, half they friends an' they moms wanna hit me
Y'all know my stiggity

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit the niggaz I fuck wit
Really don't wanna fuck wit niggaz I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz minor league in my eyes for real
Y'all niggaz wanna pop shit? See me when ya get a record deal

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