Yo Trippin' - Lyrics - Not That Kind - Anastacia

Title: Yo Trippin'
Album: Not That Kind
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Anastacia L. Newkirk, Travon M. Potts

Lyric:
Whoa, heya

All this time, this life is
A rhythm without a rhyme
'Cause it makes me feel, uh
I'm like a train without a wheel, whoa

You got me down, so low
I gotta be tough, won't touch the ground, ah
But I'm alright
I won't give up without a fight

If you don't want to realize
That I would never compromise my
Integrity or my right to be free
There's nothing left for me to say

'Cause
Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Yo trippin'
Why you make me feel
Like my feelings ain't so real

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Hey, whoa
Yo trippin'
Why you feel?
(Why you feel?, why you feel?)
That to be cruel is to be real, yeah

Honesty
(Honesty, yeah, honesty)
Is how I live
But you refuse to see that
You'll never win the game of life

Ask why you live in sin?
From telling all those lies can't live in peace
Your heart won't let me free
There's nothing left for me to say, yeah

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Yo trippin'
Why you make me feel
Like my feelings ain't so real?

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song, whoa

Yo trippin'
Yeha
Why you always trippin' on me?

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Yo trippin'
Why you make me feel
Like my feelings ain't so real?

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song
Baby why you always trippin' baby?

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Yo trippin'
Why you make me feel
Like my feelings ain't so real?

Yo trippin'
There ain't nothing wrong
With the way I sing my song

Whoa
Yo trippin'

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Hate In Yo Eyes - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Hate In Yo Eyes
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, Maurice Gibb, Andre Young, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
You can hear it bumpin' through the door
It's a party jumpin' on the floor
And from the way it sound, it ain't no doubt (What's up)
That the West coast is in your mouth

Yeah, yeah
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So pour me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin' cash like crazy
Hard grindin' pays me, work ethic is never lazy
Block hugger, the hood raised me
And she, won't be happy till she lays me
No, you never seem to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
'Cause my name sparkin' like a street king
'Cause I mixed the Hoo-Bang thing with the bling bling
A whole lot of haters out there, it seem
But I flip 'em all off and keep doin' my thing
I'm a boss about when I Inglewood swing
Rocked out from my ear down to my pinkie ring
Now ding-ding, let the bell ring
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Look, you local cats is just small potatoes
No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters
From the Wood, there is none greater
Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators
Remember ?Foe Life? I put the Wood in it
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't
And plus you forgot who was payin' your bills
Introduced you to the game and gave you a deal
For me good livin', y'all independently rhymin'
You got the hustle game backwards, you nickel and dimin'
Oh, hip-hop classics, I make 'em and got 'em
And your group, ain't been heard of past the bottoms
I can't go to my turf and mingle with my Gs
I got one word to say about that one (What?) ?Please?
Chicken hawks, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm doin' my thing, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life
Hoo-Bang, Hoo ride
All day, all night
Throw dubs up high
Westside foe life

Now tell me, is it the deuce-ones on the Bentley
The lowriders, the mansions, is that why you resent me
Smile in my face and act so friendly
Walk away with hate and a heart full of envy
Say bro, what part of the game is that
You got ways like a dame and how lame is that
Actin' like a groupie around famous cats
And it's strange, you don't have no shame in that
I got your card, playboy, but I ain't trippin'
You know me, I just roll with the punches and keep it pimpin'
Get dough by bunches, donatin' and tippin'
Let it ride on the Harley, and 6-4 dippin'
Stay real about my scrill if you know what I mean
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothin' but green
Avoid the haters and for the party scene
Copped a rock from the D-R to make their heads ring, sing

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

It's me you wanna be, indeed
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
'Cause I'm livin' like a G, you intrigued
And I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Never trippin' 'cause it ain't nothin' to me
But I could still see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes
Ha, ha, ha
I could see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

Mack 1-O, Hoo-Bangin' foe life
And it don't quit
Take a picture trick, yeah
Take a picture trick, yeah
It might make you rich
Westside riders, baby
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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Oh Yeah - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Oh Yeah
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, F Hibbert, C Grant, E Hill, Bob Marley

Lyric:
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo

I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the get in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Mo' rockin' Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafer girl
Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin' around in suits like I'm
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in you lane

Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rappin' bitches to mention Fox name
"What's Beef?", Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See y'all frontin' in the streets and let my gat meet you

Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo

Check, it's like I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches
I'm speakin' from my heart, it's not that I'm too good
I'm just hood, been like this from the fuckin' start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks

Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it's just me and my six

Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo

I dream filthy, my moms and pops mixed it
With the Trini' rum and whiskey, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste

Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the fuck wan' race?
Listen, never trippin', never catch Brown slippin'
Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still shittin', still lowridin' and switch-hittin' nigga

Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo

Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo
Why yo, why yo yo yo
Why yo, why yagga ya yo

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Do The Bus A Bus - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do The Bus A Bus
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Jimmy Spicer, L Smith, R Simmons, George Spivey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Uhh
Yo bus a bus
(Yeah)
Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Flip mode motherfucker, flip mode y'all)

Yo bus a bus
(Uhh, yeah yi yeah yea)
Yo bus a bus
(Ka c'mon, ki c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin' gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me

Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels
Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market

Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin' with you at all, girl your ass too small

Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
And try to fight it off, you're forgot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Ay yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Turn it off, turn back me on go get your mack on
And keep the track goin' and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little cristi' a little dom

Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthopedic to rest your back on
Nowadays flip mode money be runnin' mad north
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long

Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin', adjust my EQ
Peek a boo, we not seekin' you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, 'cause you copy, there might be three of you

Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we bomb your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(Hey c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Hit me off, you speak an' spell and freak it well
So no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
Is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with

You little eedyot, I exile you and your X file
You and your next trial, and demolish your little Rap style
Black child, I'm takin' offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive

Ooh! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin' greater
Still a little hater be gettin' paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake a shake a now we trippin' the circuit breaker

Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(Yeah, a yeah keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like, what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo yo yo yo)

Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

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Your Girl Chose Me - Lyrics - B2K - B2k

Title: Your Girl Chose Me
Album: B2K
Artist: B2k
Composer(s): Beau Alexander Dozier

Lyric:
Hey yo your girl chose me
You know the name of the game, B 2
Hey yo your girl chose me
You know the name of the game, B 2

Hey yo your girl chose me
You know the name of the game, B 2
Hey yo your girl chose me
You know the name of the game, B 2

When I met her she said to me
"Yo I really like your style"
She said, "Let's go somewhere
That we can be alone for a while"

I didn't even know it
I didn't think she had a boyfriend
But that's the way it is when you do it like me
So homie why you mad at me

So wassup Bruh?
You trippin' 'cause I got with yo girl
When I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is
'Your girl chose me'

And you love her
And all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh
'Cause I'm the kinda playa
There ain't no stoppin' no way
And your girl chose me

Hey yo your girl chose me
You know the name of the game, B 2

You win some, you lose some
It's just exactly what the game's about
So why you buggin' about some chick
Who tried to play you out

It ain't like I'm in love with her
She's just another girl on my list
So you can have her and I'll leave
But don't think it'll make her stop actin' like this

So wassup Bruh?
You trippin' 'cause I got with yo girl
When I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is
'Your girl chose me'

And you love her
And all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh
'Cause I'm the kinda playa
There ain't no stoppin' no way
And your girl chose me

You trippin' 'cause I got with yo girl
When I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is
'Your girl chose me'

And you love her
And all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh
'Cause I'm the kinda playa
There ain't no stoppin' no way
And your girl chose me

I'm just a player there ain't nothing I can say
And if she really loves you, she'd never look my way
So if I tell her to do it she finds another guy
And you will trip over again like this you fool

So wassup Bruh?
You trippin' 'cause I got with yo girl
When I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is
'Your girl chose me'

And you love her
And all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh
'Cause I'm the kinda playa
There ain't no stoppin' no way
And your girl chose me

You trippin' 'cause I got with yo girl
When I didn't even know her
But the name of the game is
'Your girl chose me'

And you love her
And all I wanna do is uh uh uh uh
'Cause I'm the kinda playa
There ain't no stoppin' no way
And your girl chose me

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40 - Rep Yo City - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rep Yo City
Artist: E
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch an' tear the club up

What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off

Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil
I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1

?Vallejo?, that's all I yell
Speakin' of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south!

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down
Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece land an' planted a goddamn flag
Say, ?I didn't?, motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this sonna bitch

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon an' The Eastside Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 an' The Click
An' you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
An' yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
An' you'll get popped with a smile
This ain't 'bout shoppin' an' style
This 'bout syrup an' candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles

Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs
Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile, nigga
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

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Money Gets - Lyrics - Mac

Title: Money Gets
Artist: Mac
Composer(s): Percy Miller, Mckinley Jr Phipps, O'Dell Vickers

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Lyric:
Yo Mac nigga, the only reason I'm telling you this nigga
'Cuz I care 'bout you nigga
I wanna see you ball 'til you fall nigga but you know what
You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
Muthafuckin' enemies and niggas hatin'
You see, you rich now nigga but ahh
Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl
You see, this shit ain't the same nigga, times done changed
How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame?

You see, a righteous man, he learns to preach and uh
Intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-11's, even the state pen

The penitentiary ain't no place for me
God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball til' we fall, why we roll the streets

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that's cool but it's a lot of shit I can't explain

Like bitches say they love me but I can't really believe 'em
Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succeedin''
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
You show 'em your crib, next week they kickin' in yo' spot

And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
At night, I say my prays with my vest on
My triggas under my pillows, I'm even scared to get my rest on

Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
I watch my back, I watch my front, I watch them niggas
I watch them bitches in fact I think they all tryna kill Mac

Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you dead

And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you dead
And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
See money brang power but that's why it gets you dead

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I Got What You On - Lyrics - Finally - Blackstreet

Title: I Got What You On
Album: Finally
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Sherry Blair, Davel Mckenzie, Eric Jay Williams, Teddy Riley, Dwight Grant, Chauncey Andrae Hannibal

Lyric:
Yo, yo
Ho, ho
No, no
You
Yo, yo
Yo, be, be
Me, me
See, see
Can't let go 'cause I got what you on, girl

Baby, I'm hearing too much in the street
Things that are supposed to be
Kept between just you and me, baby
Honey, I'm sick and tired of all of this
I think it's time I handled it
Trippin', flippin', get down with, baby

I got you a drop-top Benz with the Buggy eye
Thought it was enough to keep it quiet
I guess I was wrong 'cause you out tonight
Flossin' with your girlfriends
Kima, Pam and what's-her-name
Girlfriends, they don't play the same
You don't know I got what you on, girl

Yo, yo)
I never really thought you was a (Hoe, hoe)
That's not really the way I (Go, go)
Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)
Yo, yo, go
(Yo, be, be)
Why you wanna be with (Me, me)
Girl, why can't you (See, see)
I can't let go 'cause I got what you on, girl

Say that something's missin'
Tell me what you missin'
Say you need to flex and that's alright
But tell me where you was last night
Thinkin' with too much time on your hands
You surely meet the trouble
Or is this the way you spread that, oh girl
Is it like that?

Your actions too completely laxed and
I'm kickin' out the money when you want it, babe
You steppin' out again with your hair so right
Skirt so high then ya cried
You're out here runnin' like a dope fiend
Girl, why can't you just see?
You don't need to go
'Cause I've got what you on, girl

Yo, yo)
I never really thought you was a (Hoe, hoe)
That's not really the way I (Go, go)
Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)
Yo, yo, go
(Yo, be, be)
Why you wanna be with (Me, me)
Girl, why can't you (See, see)
I can't let go 'cause I got what you on, girl

I keep you properly styled in the latest shit
Pradda, crocodile or gator's shit
Eyes poppin' out the Benz, you know the latest whip
Takin' you and your girlfriends shoppin' that player shit
Keep a pocket full of dough, safe full of stacks
Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back
And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back
Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back
I just copped a six, you don't gotta car hop
I got a cellar full of Cris', you don't gotta bar hop
I got an indoor pool with a divin' board
My crib look like somethin' out The Rye Report
Laced you, twenty carats, ten in each ear
I can take you places you ain't been, nowhere
It could be gone tomorrow, but it's here today
'Cause I can play cowboy and take it all away, OK?

I can't believe my eyes that you're a (Hoe, hoe)
It's not really the way that I (Go, go)
Why you wanna play with my (Dough, dough)
Yo, yo, yo

Yo, be, be
Why you can't be with (Me, me)
Tell me why can't you (See, see)
I can't let go 'cause I got what you on, girl

Yeah, take it out (Hoe, hoe)
It's not the way I love you, baby (No, no you)
Why you take my (Dough, dough)
Yo, yo, yo

Yo, be, be
Why can't you be with me, me
Well, baby, can't you see, see
Can't let go 'cause I got what you on, girl
We out

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Backyard Boogie - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Backyard Boogie
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Dedrick Rolison, Bob Ervin

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Saturday mornin' at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin' me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free

Thinkin' about all my homeboys behind bars
As I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthan' is straight I'm in the full zone
Gettin' paper every day, it's all I'm trippin' on

'Cause ain't nothin' like a ride in California
With the top back, rollin' on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin' all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies and mashin' to the backyard boogie

Get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on
And we comin' wit that

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie

Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin' where you from, 'cause it's West till I die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
Been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf

So I bails in the party, everythan' is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes, 'cause we all paid dues
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews

Just gettin' they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin' loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin' back and I'm usually chicken hawkin'
The bloods shootin' dice, and the crips are C walkin'

Now the party is jumpin', and the crowd's gettin' bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin' and humpin'
'Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin'

Unh, straight from Inglewood
And you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
And we comin' with that

Backyard boogie oogie oogie


Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie

Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
Ain't nothin' but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
And Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang

You choose or you lose while you conversatin'
Enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin'
I want homegirl over there in all red
'Cause baby got backs like Mix-a-Lot said

When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
'Cause a Mack 1 0 just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
'Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me

Get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, yeah
(Inglewood)
Get yo' boogie on, yeah
(Inglewood)
And we comin' with that

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Inglewood)

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)

Straight from Inglewood
(Inglewood)
And you know that it's all good
(It's all good)
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
(Everyday)
Hah ha, turn it up, mackness, mackness, unh!

Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby
Get yo' backyard boogie on

Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfuckin' rookie, unh

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(World wide with us)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(And we platinum with us)

Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It don't stop with us)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(It's a backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(Get yo' boogie on)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie

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Don'T Hate Me - Lyrics - Part III - 112

Title: Don'T Hate Me
Album: Part III
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Anthony Dent, Mike Keith, J Boyd

Lyric:
Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

It's a shame, but this game baby, I got it in me
Ain't no lame when it comes to women, I'm all up in 'em
Sing a song, take 'em home, make 'em moan, then I'm gone
It's really just a game to me

It's a rule I shouldn't have to play
I see the same things everyday
Do her wrong she's gonna play

I guess that's why she's callin' me, callin' me
If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday, don't be mad

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

How in the hell do you have the audacity
Runnin' up on me tryin' to talk to me, checkin' me
When you need to be checkin' yourself clown

Keepin' yo girl from schoolin' around
You call yourself a playa tell me how that sound
When yo girl is feignin' for me and she wanna be down

It's a rule I shouldn't have to play
I see the same things everyday
Do her wrong she's gonna play

I guess that's why she's callin' me, callin' me
If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday you can't be mad

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Girl never seen a dude this down and dirty
Thuggin' but he thought handle business but he not
Plenty women always wanna hold him just cause he rollin'
Claimin' they ain't got no job

But petty niggaz they be comin' at you bogus while you clubbin'
Try to take you for the women that be fuckin'
Talk about how he always huggin'
Hope I don't have to hit him with the chrome oven

But just because a playa steady ballin' people steady talkin'
He say she say get you [unverified], I saw yo girl talkin'
But to 112 and Twista walkin' to the truck 'bout to get [unverified]
No snoozin'

All the bitches be in big ballin' confusion
Niggaz trippin' off the ladies they be losin'
Pardon my intrusion
That chick about to have you cruisin' for a bruisin'

'Cause there's rules in this game
Playa don't check the pimp, go and check yo hoe
Give her that good third in a flip flop colored Excursion
For a hit of that blow

Don't try to calm lil' momma down, you know them freak bitches be
Don't get done in like Pretty Tone cause yo kitty gone
Yo chick just chose me, you ain't cut like [unverified] tailors
You ain't one of them get higher than helium playaz

Or three tone [unverified] gators you can't never spit
Fire on no CD and fade us lame, greedy instigators
Can't see how you mad just 'cause she date me
I could never let a girl make me
There's plenty women out here dog so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

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Bow Wow - Lyrics - Bow Wow

Title: Bow Wow
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Francois De Roubaix, George Jr Clinton, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Say, say, bow wow wow
Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, yeah
My name is

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the CO, representin' So So
The girls recognize an' these do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here an' it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shot, ridin' on dubs

I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
An' I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill crossover like Iverson
In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock
First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock

Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just gettin' started
Yeah, that's me that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah, that's me that's got her arguin' with her friends

About who gone? Gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man"
Thirteen, game locked, don't trip
All that an' a bag of chips, 'Hi, my name is'

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Woof mother, the Dogg came to play
Calgon, Calgon, take me away
I'm in the Dirty Dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, izzy, boy we gettin' busy
With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy
I threw him like a Frisbee an' yeah, he came back
Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains
What'chu say, J.D.? Bling, bling, money ain't a thang
Ya ask me again an' I'ma tell you the same
I'm flippin' on these, while I'm trippin' on these

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
You standin' on the wall, bust a bus
But you can't trust her, it's good game
An' all my, represent yo' bang

Put it up, now click clack it up
An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up
We do it to ya Doggystyle
Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

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Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Francois De Roubaix, George Jr Clinton, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Say, say, bow wow wow
Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, yeah
My name is

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the CO, representin' So So
The girls recognize an' these do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here an' it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shot, ridin' on dubs

I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
An' I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill crossover like Iverson
In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock
First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock

Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just gettin' started
Yeah, that's me that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah, that's me that's got her arguin' with her friends

About who gone? Gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man"
Thirteen, game locked, don't trip
All that an' a bag of chips, 'Hi, my name is'

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Woof mother, the Dogg came to play
Calgon, Calgon, take me away
I'm in the Dirty Dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, izzy, boy we gettin' busy
With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy
I threw him like a Frisbee an' yeah, he came back
Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains
What'chu say, J.D.? Bling, bling, money ain't a thang
Ya ask me again an' I'ma tell you the same
I'm flippin' on these, while I'm trippin' on these

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
You standin' on the wall, bust a bus
But you can't trust her, it's good game
An' all my, represent yo' bang

Put it up, now click clack it up
An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up
We do it to ya Doggystyle
Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

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Bow Wow (That'S My Name) - Lyrics - Beware Of Dog - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bow Wow (That'S My Name)
Album: Beware Of Dog
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Francois De Roubaix, George Jr Clinton, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Say, say, bow wow wow
Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, yeah
My name is

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the CO, representin' So So
The girls recognize an' these do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here an' it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shot, ridin' on dubs

I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
An' I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill crossover like Iverson
In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock
First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock

Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just gettin' started
Yeah, that's me that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah, that's me that's got her arguin' with her friends

About who gone? Gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man"
Thirteen, game locked, don't trip
All that an' a bag of chips, 'Hi, my name is'

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Woof mother, the Dogg came to play
Calgon, Calgon, take me away
I'm in the Dirty Dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, izzy, boy we gettin' busy
With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy
I threw him like a Frisbee an' yeah, he came back
Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains
What'chu say, J.D.? Bling, bling, money ain't a thang
Ya ask me again an' I'ma tell you the same
I'm flippin' on these, while I'm trippin' on these

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
You standin' on the wall, bust a bus
But you can't trust her, it's good game
An' all my, represent yo' bang

Put it up, now click clack it up
An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up
We do it to ya Doggystyle
Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

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40 - Rules & Regulations - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rules & Regulations
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
Forty, there go that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set

You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
And crack under pressure when it's time they facin'
Get to bumpin' they gums, rollin' over
Breakin' the rules and regulations

Wild nigga not stickin' to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't be talkin'
And bein' all careless on these phones
I know technology now allows po'-po' to look inside walls
And see inside homes, I know all I was tryin' to do

Is buy my little daughter a brand new pair of Jordans
That's important, but you gotta remember
To stay one step ahead of the law enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin' pig-Latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers and walkie-tizznalkies
Call on yo' ass, have wisdom, use your brain

Auction off yo' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang
You know what that bring? Ching, ching
Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail
Convertible top, black on black interior exterior
He gon' be worth about twelve
Talkin' about you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?

Regulation number 1
Keep yo' business to yo' lonesome
Regulation number 2
Make sure the product you carry is wholesome
Regulation number 3
Make yo' cheese, never eat it
Regulation number 4
Never put yo' trust in a hoe
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Uhh, you're 'posed to, you're 'posed to
Play that damn game like it's supposed to be plinayed
Always keep a bucket full of battery acid
To throw yo' dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
'Cuz you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin' to get a buck, a buck?
A soup pot, a blender and a measurin' cup

In my section eight apartment complex
Messy mattress and dirty carpets
"Nephew, did you get my message?"
Yeah, I got yo' message
You told me to clean up behind myself
And scrape the residue up off the edges
"What else?" Always look over my headrest
And my rearview zone

'Cuz triflin' be skanless and the skanless might try
To follow me home
Never tell a motherfucker what time you gon' cop
Or come back through
Throw they ass off a bit, come back within the next day or two
I don't need no cowards, just warriors on my team
I don't sell coke, no more dude, I sell mescaline

Regulation number 5
When it's a drop nigga park yo' feet
Regulation number 6
Fuck 12 and a box [unverified] [unverified] street
Regulation number 7
Don't take yo' business to where you livin'
Regulation number 8
Keep yo' heat but fly straight
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Blaow, pushin' numbers on the dial-tone
Took a swig of my 40 but I forgot I had the cap still on
Look to my left and ask, honey for a light
She looked at me and said, "Baby, you alright?"
I said I'm cool but ain't this shit supposed to relax us?
Fired up a Newport, but I accidentally lit it backwards
For some strange reason I had a feelin'
That, that hood-hoe bitch was sneaky

Come to find out this bitch done laced my weed
And slipped me a mickey, now I'm feelin' sweaty
Eyelids gettin' heavy, stomach feelin' queasy
All of a sudden, now I'm sleepy
Woke up naked, slowly regainin' my memory
Well, where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee

Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah, right next door to Safeway
Stripped me clean, got me for some G's
Set me up, stole my car keys
Guess that's the consequences when you sellin' that D
Shit, next time I bet I take my drink to the bathroom with me

Regulation number 9
Check in those that get out of line
Regulation number 10
Don't sell yo' soul if you hit the pen
Regulation number 11
Keep yo' hooptie hot and revvin
Regulation number 12
Keep enough to pay your lawyer mail
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