MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
trick daddy - ain t a thug
[Trick]
If I ain't a thug, you think I aint a thug
then tell me what I am
[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]
cuz if I aint a thug, why do I feel this way
why the steets stay on my mind
since I am a thug, why do y'all get so mad
why can't cha'll accept that, it's my life
[Trick]
If I ain't a thug then y'all tell me who is
how many other mutha fuckas y'all know can do this
yea I'm a thug fo ever and I never ever
disrespect the game or cross one of my niggas (listen)
slippin' already cost one of my niggas
so I better select the fools that I be chillin' wit
and I don't know nothin', didn't hear or see nothin'
I can't remember, but yet still I won't forget 'em
I'm from the dark side, born and raised in a thug life
and I'm out the city from the drug dealers and wise guys
if I ain't a thug, then you explain it cuz
how come a young nigga livin' so dangerous
and why my name always somehow involved in stuff
it's obvious, y'all can't target us
yea I'm a thug nigga, but I ain't a drug dealer
Three time convicted felone, so should I know better
[Chorus]
[Trick]
From day one I've been thuggin'
and I'm lovin' every minute of it
So all you crittics and haters I'm sayin mutha fuck ya
I don't like ya, and therefor I don't trust ya
You couldn't shake me up, now you tryin' to set me up
It's bad enough we had it rough when we was growin' up
You killed Pac and Biggie, now try to kill us
but I throw my Fos up, cuz I'm foeva fo sho
A thug rebal fo certain, that's why I never listen
I ain't the snitchin' kinda nigga
Yo, and I'm a different kinda nigga
So you bustas can't leave me
ain't no centamental nigga
I'm sittin' on spinners nigga
So when I'm draggin' my Denim
don't you bustas try and hit em (hear me)
I'm from the parts where the stars like to hear the stars
Quality sound beatin down in each and every car
Givin' them hell like I'm David Chappelle
Prostitute boy there with plenty dick for sale
[chorus]
[Trick]
Since I am a Thug, that's why you listen to me
Cuz I'm a T.H.U.G. officially, you see
A lot a niggas still doubt a nigga
so when they conversatin they be playa hatin' bout a nigga
but I expect them to, what else they supposed to do
when they dead broke and I got more flow then they do
and they mad cuz I don't fuck wit them
Oh well stay mad cuz I don't kiss niggas ass (bitches)
I'm too busy bein' a real nigga
So if you fuck wit me
you can fuck around and get killed nigga
The truth is Mr. Dollars is the real deal
Hell I'm the mutha fucker made county bail (yeah)
And I'm strictly for the Thug cuz I'm showin off
and I'm quick to straight fuck a nigga (what)
Huh, pussy nigga, what
For my mutha fuckin' thugs
[Chorus repeat till end]
trick daddy - ain t no santa
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll
Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody doin songs talking about what they gat
and they jewelry and they cars,
i want to talk about somethingwe never had shit, be real
(Trick Daddy)
And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because,
if it was like Santa what happen to Thingsgiving dinner
while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas
I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living
and if I robe for a million
I just hope god would forgive me after i spent it on his children
See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
and ten others, Lets see thats 3 sisters, 7 brothers
all we had was each other and i did cuz I love'm
I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dawg
ya'lljust tell him I aint here,
and I aint da grinch who like to stillChristmas,
but if u pay attenion there a lesson to learn just listin
See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise
them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
[Chorus]2x
24,7
3,65
aint no christmas in da ghetto
just tryin' na stay alive
he neva even seem them
he never even hear them
only HO HO HO, Is da Hoes i know
(Trick Daddy)
I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I
cam see it in their faces
yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
they wanna see me in jail hell
they can't wait to take me,
wanna hog tie me and take my bar,
take me off around Christmas cracker don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song,
what about the words of Rodney King "Can we all get along?",
huh cause niggas just when I nervus back,
matter fact sent them ova there where them terorist,
and they aint coming back till Bin Loden
and all thoes fighters are found
dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
[Chorus]2x
(Trick Daddy)
Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad
some blacks wit no dads doin bad shooting bad
and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe
I'm stuck wearing dis niggas clothes
hell I go to school and dem teachers straight dog me
I try to learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
and sad which I should be,
you tryed framing me, I'm forced to live wit out a job
or work at Mike D's or
i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3,
slanga kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab,
and if you think im gonna change
than cracker you can kiss my ass
[Chorus]4x
trick daddy - all i need
[Trick Daddy]
People gots to have....money
Haha (gangsta)
Just like that (Just like that)
Haha, my recipe for murda (murda)
Couple pounds of brown (Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's (Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas....
[Infa Red]
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
See
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy]
The reenactment of my first murda
With no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
I still got em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma bout to hear about him
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Ev'ry nigga was gettin' money, every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money, money...
E'ery time, goddammit I'll say it e'ery time
Betta call us murderers
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
[Trick Daddy]
The boy think he gettin' payed, jumpin' out
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how we do this shit in Dade
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
[Hook x2]
All I need is big guns on the side of me
Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me (Hey, hey)
trick daddy - back in da days
(Chorus)
Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggaz done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
Nigga you don't know
And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
stay the fuck out the chain gang
(Chorus)
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they cant hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no muthafuckin guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
(Chorus)
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
(Chorus)
trick daddy - based on a true story, pt 1
[Trick and Friend talking]
Friend: Man this street don't remind y'all of Hollywood man
Trick: Damn I miss my nigga man, that shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg
Friend: Man I wonder what he was thinking about man
Trick: My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there
I got word inside of me
My nigga I know EXACTLY what he was thinking my nigga
[Trick Daddy]
Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla
"Holla Nigga", I keep hearing sirens
In my sleep, I'm having flashbacks
A guilty conscious naw "Why ya ask that?"
It's like this a nigga tried to cross me
I made him pay and now the devil calls me
But I ain't going cause I'm rolling with the Lord G
And now I lay my soul to sleep
Ah ppppow keep hearing gunshots
Bullets flying, seem like they won't stop
A call for help, but momma can't hear me
Save me damn this nigga trying to kill me
I'm bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin caps
I feel cold, Boy where them paramedics at?
The first stop is intensive care
I'm seeing tripletts, blood flying every where
I'm stone black, But who turned the lights out?
Holy sire, Is it true I might die?
My bloods low, my hearts beating to slow
I'm on the edge, but I can't let go
Is this the end I would stop breathing
Talk to me, Why is everybody leaving?
Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face
Looking like it's gonna be a long day
What time is it?, What's the days date?
What brings the crowd, Oh why these long faces
I'm getting kissed, but why on my forehead?
Pretty flowers, don't tell me that a nigga dead fuck
Oh my, why all a sudden me
Fuck it, I wanna be free
Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words
Past the dust the last words that I heard
[Talking]
Lower the casket, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
trick daddy - bet that
[Chorus:]
Sitting High Still Riding On The Big Whips
Still Fly Still Grindin Gettin Big Checks
Still Thuggin Still Leanin To The Back
You Can Bet That, You Can Bet That
I Ride I Shine Nigga You Know
I Smoke I Drank ??
22's 24's How We Roll
Im A Dunk Rider Fuhh Sho
[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]
Everyday Me And My Dog We Wilin'
7 Tres 75 Dont Ride
And We Aint Trippin On Nothing Just Vibin
Big 9 With Me Cuz A Fuck Niggas Try Me
Yall Already Know, How I Let Him Go
Kill His Ass And Show At His Funeral
How The Hell A Ob Go Try Me
Im Og On And Off Tv See
Middle Fingers In The Air Tell Em Fuck Yall
Tryin To Hate On My Doggs Hell Fuck Nah
Why You Hatin On A Nigga Like That
Why You Tryin To Stab A Nigga In His Back
I Know Some Niggas Dont Like This
But Them Niggas Is The Reason Im Like This
Fuck Niggas Done Make Me Mad
Im Bout To Snap And Put This K On His Ass
[Chorus:]
Sitting High Still Riding On The Big Whips
Still Fly Still Grindin Gettin Big Checks
Still Thuggin Still Leanin To The Back
You Can Bet That, You Can Bet That
I Ride I Shine Nigga You Know
I Smoke I Drank ??
22's 24's How We Roll
Im A Dunk Rider Fuhh Sho
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Hey,
I Pull A Bentleys, Lookin Like They Not Annoyed
Trunk Popped Up Lookin Like A Tonka Toy
If You Dont Like It You Know Can Get That Almond Joy (What?)
Deez Nuts Nigga, Wuddup Trick I Got Ya Boy
Im Clickin Over, Lemme Tell Her I Got Another Call
Ridin With My Trunk Popped Up Like Im Above The Law
Tires Wet And Nigga They Still Drippin Armorall
Tell Me You Gon Fall, And I Aint Got To Use The Arm At All
Bet Daddy Finna Trick Im Finna Flip The Paper
Chamillinator Me And Trick ?We Finna Shred A Hater?
Tip The Dinner Waiter Trick'em Like We Finna Date Her
Get Off Ya Sleeves Let Em Breathe Like A Ventilator
Hey, What Can I Say Me And The King Of M.I.A.
Finna, Hey Finna Touch Ya Niggas And Ya Finna Pay
Stay Wit It Hey You We Aint Finna Play
Snatch Ya Off The Wheels And You Can Watch Ya Rims Spin Away
[Chorus:]
Sitting High Still Riding On The Big Whips
Still Fly Still Grindin Gettin Big Checks
Still Thuggin Still Leanin To The Back
You Can Bet That, You Can Bet That
I Ride I Shine Nigga You Know
I Smoke I Drank ??
22's 24's How We Roll
Im A Dunk Rider Fuhh Sho
[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & Goldru$h]
In The Club Wit My Dogs We Wilin
Do Straight ?? Go Ridin
Look At Cha Boy Go So Many Hoes
Look At His Ride He Got So Many
Im Sippin And Im Rollin
Whole Click That How We Rollin
Stay Fly, Stay Right If Ya Didnt Know
Thats Everywhere That We Go
All I Wanna Do Is
Drive My Chevy Through His
And Let Me Sweat My Candy Paint
Aint It Right, Aint It Tight, Aint It Nice, Yes
Niggas Like Who Painted That
Candy Apple Green, Lookin Mean Anywhere
26' With The Digital Dash
And A Swat Just Right In The Ass
And Yall Know What I Got It Yeah
I Got Shit Then I Hit And Run Em Up Out Of Here
Yall Never Heard Nuthin Like That
And Yall Aint Even Turned The Bass Up Yet
I Love Aggressive Music
I Smoke I Listen To It
I Drank So Much Sometimes I Think I Need To Quit But I Cant Do It
[Chorus:]
Sitting High Still Riding On The Big Whips
Still Fly Still Grindin Gettin Big Checks
Still Thuggin Still Leanin To The Back
You Can Bet That, You Can Bet That
I Ride I Shine Nigga You Know
I Smoke I Drank ??
22's 24's How We Roll
Im A Dunk Rider Fuhh Sho
trick daddy - booty do
(feat. Webbie & International Jones)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Left)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do (Giggle To Da Right)
You Know What I Will Do To You(Why's That)
I Like The When Ya Booty Do(Aight)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Left)
I Like It When Ya Booty Do(Giggle To Da Right)
You Know What I Will Do To You(What You Sayin')
So Why Play Wit It Let A Real Man Hit It
[Verse One: Trickdaddy]
I Like'em Tall Dark Skin Thick And Fine Ass Nice Around Pants Size 7,8 Or 9 And When She Walk She Walk Like She On Da Run Way And Da Paparazzi Taken Pictures Of Dat Booty And When Them Flashes Go To Flashin She Go To Shaking That Ass Faster And Faster Big Ol' Ass Just Clapping And When They Put Her Song On Its Like Girls Gone Wild Cause She The Headliner And The Girl Poor And Proud But If They Break It Down She'll Slow It Down And Look Back At It Dat's If She's A Real Vet Wit It But She Gotta Have Hips Wit It And Know That One Flat Ass Can Make A Whole Click Look Bad But To All You Lil Booty Bitches Eat Ya Biscuits Get Thicker Bitches I Know Some Niggas Wanna Fuck Wit Cha But It's Plain And Simple They Like Em Thicker A Lil Bit Bigger Like To Tussle Wit Em Fo They Hit'em
[Chorus]
[Lil Webbie:]
What's Happenin Wit Cha Mama I'm Jus Hollin What It Do Go Put Yo Clothes On Cause Ya Comin Wit My Crew Oh You A Big Girl I Just Love When Them Thighs Loose No Time To Fuck Around It's Goin' Down In My Room A Whole Thang Of Ice 5th Of Brown And A Thang Of Goose Man Call Trick And Tell Them Niggas To Bring The Juice A Couple More Boxes Of Rubbers Cause She The Truth I'm Sayin She A Bad Ass Bitch And She'll Prove It Ass And Some Fat Ass Tities Yeah They Juicy Dancin Just Like One Of Them Bitches That Make Movies Bust My Nut Quick She Was Ready To Take Boosie She Bent Over And Told Him She Want It In Her Booty Big Fine Work It Right On Time Wit The Music Make A Nigga Spend His Last Dime On That Coochie A You Know How She Do It Chanel, Prada Or Gucci Super Fire Rough Bitch Make A Nigga Nut Quick Shit
[Chorus]
[Trickdaddy:]
She Gotta Tattoo Of A Kitten By Her Cat And A Pair Of Paws Runnin Down The Side Of Her Draws She From The Tri-State Dawg And She Done Tried It All She So Fine You Mash Rewind And Nigga Press Pause But Let A Play Be A Playa Bout' It Shackle Handcuff Her Da Sucker Hell Give That Girl Some Love But Not You Ya Like It When Her Booty Do She Like It Too And Likes What It Do To You She Playin Her Mind Games Flirtin Wit You Have Conversations Why She Playin Wit Her Tounge Ring She Lookin Mean In Them Low Cut Fitted Jeans The Finest Thing You Ever Seen Wearin A Belly Chain Plus Her Man He Gettin A Lil Change Doin Illegal Things And She Expect For You To Buy Her Things They Say Money Can't Buy You Love And It's Funny Cause Money Damn Sho' Can Buy You Her
[Chorus]
trick daddy - born a thug
This has been a Goldrush production...
Shorty gonna be,
shorty wanna be,
so he's gonna be,
a straight thug
his mama was a G
and daddy was a G
ain't nothin left for him to be
but a thug
(repeat chorus)
This is a story bout a young nigga
who's mama was a whore
and his daddy was a drug dealer
Ridin' round the corner from 'em was the spot
they sold weed, lace, base, heroin and marijuana
His role model was an older nigga
who kept a wad of hundreds
cause he had a whole lot of money
Now keep in mind this is round the time that
Miami niggas was really tryin to put it down
That's back when the pimp game played out,
That next year crack cocaine came out
It all started in the suburbs
But only rich folks could afford to go and smoke that good dope
And yo they used to call it free-base,
but when it made it to my block
me and my boys called it crack rock
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em,
Nickles and dimes to any bitch that was buyin
(Chorus 2x)
And when he first hit middle school,
he was a typical, ordinary, everyday-ass dude
Around the time eighth grade came around
he had done made up his mind,
nigga can't lay down now
His first job was a watch-out,
he had to scream one time everytime the cops hit the block
We used to call him Bo Brown,
cause when he came around,
close shop nigga, shut it down
Them lil' two-hundreds,
that was a lot of money,
especially for a young nigga sittin' round not doin' nothin
Plus his mama had a newborn from an old nigga out the hood who
don't do shit for him
They go another bill, another mouth to feed,
oh well, yo a nigga couldn't stop there
he gotta keep food in his crib
and keep the lights on,
ain't like his daddy's comin' back home
Now just imagine the role of a thirteen-year-old
who's playin head of his household,
now that shit's cold,
but then again i suppose,
you already know how the shit go
(Chorus 2x)
He advanced from watch-out man to lieutenant,
and now he got two feet waist-deep in it,
And he control the whole operation,
but it's kinda different,
cause he's dealin' with some stiff competition
And everybody wants to be buddies,
all of a sudden friends but then again all they see is money
And he ain't never too flashy wit it,
not into cars and jewels,
just nice clothes and new shoes
Half of the money went straight to his mama
but the other half, you know
the kid had to keep it stashed
But it's kinda hard to hide drug money,
but it's worse bein' a dope but none of this shit's worth dying for
But when it comes to livin', money's nothin'
bein' dead is free
now tell me,
what would you rather be?
Don't tell me,
tell it to your child
make your talk worthwhile and the rest,
he'll figure it out
(Chorus)
A Motherfuckin' thug...
Nothin' left for him to be but a thug...
Motherfuckin' thug...
Nigga forced into this shit...
(Chorus 2x)
trick daddy - breaka breaka
Do anybody wanna die? You? You?
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
I'm up early in the mornin still drunk and horny
Realest ever did only fuck niggas won't admit it
You watchin BET tryna see how a nigga livin
You betta ask MDPD about the fuckin killins
I rol wit big fire I refuse to speak wit homicide
Go and ask that dead man tell me what he said man
Fuck you call my lawyers I aint got no leads for ya
And I aint got no allaby so all yo witnesses can die
Go ahead tap my phone put survellane on home
If it evict that quick to buy a brick wit a goddamn wire on
Yo I aint got no sack give the crackas they money back
Wit half a weed and these whole DD oh nigga I'm smokin that
I smoke em back to back a whole dime or half bag
And the whole time sittin back and laughin at yo soft ass
Lets set this record straight nigga I run this whole state
Now its only one man paid yall niggas is my protege
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
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Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
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You aint no representa you rep them otha niggas
I roll wit killas and dope deals you roll with hoe niggas
I'm stricly for the thugs nigga yes sir
You either with us or against us
And if so nigga fuck yall
That how you hoe niggas get fucked off
Thats how yo whole click get jumped on and dumped on like dom dom dom
Killa get yo guns out yo we gon do em all
Do it one by one til all the fuckin bullets just run out
And I bet my butcher knife gon get him right
I slice right there in his kidneys and go deep wit it and twist it
At the end of the day he comin home and it wont be long
He survived the heart attack but then he fucked around and died of a punctured lung
Now bury his punk ass wit a wig, bra and his pumps on
And lay him on his stomach wit his ass in the air wit a fuckin thong on
Breaka break one nine Dade County is mine
And I'm sayin this shit to you ol bitch ass niggas for the last time
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
Breaka Breaka its Dade County
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Breaka Breaka its Dade County on the numba line
trick daddy - could it be
Could it be, you and me?
Could it be? (heh heh)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(fallin' in love heh heh)
Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs y'all, nigga)
Very sleek, gotta sneak,
peepin', creepin',
Turn it up my homeboy,
Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.
Hittin' the back streets, wanna see my boo.
Gotta gift for two, for you ,
And something for your mama too.
Thinkin' ?bout ya all day, in a thug way.
What a homie do with moms, with a moms and it can't wait.
Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie,
She in love to the lil' guy, and ya know,
Showin love to the lil' guy.
Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another,
On top of the covers.
Let's get some air up in this mutha fucka.
And she was callin' my name, and tellin' me thangs,
I can't explain.
So for ever we should always be together.(shit)
Sweet love, slow tongue kissin', and hugs.
I'm on a mission, wishin', kissin' that belly button.
She hum a song, that got me on.
And it won't be long before I reach the zone.
Move along, how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids, and your wife, and your whole life.
It'll be hard at first but hold tight.
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost in myself,
Cought up in my self, tryin' to keep it real,
But all that wilin' is costin' myself.
Could it be I'm scared of the love.
Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous
This thug nigga just can't handle this.
But the I neva met a girl that could role a philly like you
You could see I like you, when I kick my flow who feel it likeyou.
You was lookin' so sexy when you got out yo' white,
Checkin' out yo' thigh.
The dreams of a fine girl, I see out my eye,
She about yo' size.
Don't really seem like the type that'll really mutha fuck withdrama,
So nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me sheseem to hona.
These other hoes don't get showed lately, me and her beenhangin'.
Smokin', drankin', keepin' her shit tight,
swangin' all in a midnight bangin',
Never trippin', but I'm tippin', or just kickin' it with mydawgs.
We ball with them niggas tellin' me my nose been open,
Ever since I hit them drawls.
I tell them I'm still a pimp,
I don't really want ya but I just pretend.
Cuz I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' outwith them.
Trick Daddy won't rat on me, he told me, ?Twista,
don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business,mista?.
So I sit back and say, ?fuck it? pick up the phone and call mybitch up
Started thankin', is it all in the bud or am I fallin' in love.
(fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love,)
(Could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,
you and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, ohno)
trick daddy - cuz im a thug
I don?t know
wut this world's gonna bring
but I know one thing
that this is the life 4 me( baby cuz im a thug)
all day every day( baby cuz im a thug)
wouldn?t change 4 the world(cuz Im thug)
dats right u herd( baby cuz im a thug)
ah hah o yeah
Check it out?.
could it b my baggy jeans or my gold teeth that make me differentthan ya?ll
aint trippin dog
listen dog I
was raised no different from yall
doin my thang usin my ghetto slang
and im representin thug sh*t
uses who I roll wit
wise timbs n*ggas dat gon luv dis
n*ggas who I don?t bun
on tha run
got ten years on parol
since u cant say it dog imma say 4 yall
mutha f*cka the po pos
f*ck tha judge and c.o
f*ck tha d. a.
and p.o?s
f*ck tha family of tha victums
witness
dat snitchin ass ho?s
I don?t know
wut this world gonna bring
but I know one thing
that this is the life 4 me( baby cuz im a thug)
all day every day( baby cuz im a thug)
wouldn?t change 4 the world(cuz Im thug)
dats right u herd( baby cuz im a thug)
ah hah o yeah
check it out
c im so tight
n*ggas be light
dat n*gga got so many ho?s
and I know he got clout
look at his mouth
dat n*gga got so many golds
tell dem baby ho?s ho?s
ders?s somin up wit dat n*gga
b*tch I been watchin u watchin him
u must wanna f*ck this n*gga
my name alone been known to break up happy homes
no disrespect dog
but u got no business
b even answerin her phone
if u aint ask dis ho
(hittin, hittin, hittin )
betta b hittin her right
cuz eva since tonite
she want a thug
Chorus
check it out
since ya?ll n*ggas wanna smoke blunts
tote guns
imma show ya how 2 thug it dog
take a half a pill and some zepnehil
and im like f*ck it dog
as long as my ecstasy got tha best of me
and non of u n*iggas aint stressing me
I got 1 request in this b*itch
And u can have tha rest if this sh*t
U can make a drop 4 dis sh*t
Its like its hell
It aint make damn no sense
Take it back talk about it and tell
Yo dog
Don?t even buy dat sh*t
And I don?t care who he is where he from
I represent thug sh*t
And u aint gotta give my props
An nominate me cuz
Damnit I luv dis
Chorus (2x)
trick daddy - down with the south
[Intro]
form the south to the bottom,
it's the brand new trick
(M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park)
and if u never been down south before
we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up)
so where ever u from (yea)
(let's lets go)
[Chorus:]
be like down south show a lil change
for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang
and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things
yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs
now everybody wanna be down wit da south
(now everybody wanna be down wit da south)
now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south
(now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz
in the club, (in the club)
all them gurls that be shakin in the club
in da club, (in the club)
all the thugs they be playin in the club
(ooooooooooh)
[Trick Daddy:]
yo I'm from the state where the sun shine
where the women are pretty and they so fine
where the dudes are rude but they so cool
listen, good weather is better for a good fella
and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's
and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go
and every time we drop hits,
for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit
so gimme a fresh white tee
a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen
man I cant help but win
on heavy rotation
on all of your stations
down south takin over all of the charts
we jus got started and will not stop
[chorus]
[Trina:]
You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this
and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch
Im Ms Trina, miami's finest
and you can ask your man who has the flyest
playas who millionares try to buy this
and I aint got shit to hide
I like to squat and ride
go front and back, side to side
bend me over show me what you holdin
and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick
first suck me up, and then buck me up
go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me,
lets make a sequel for the naked people
your whole click against my click
now shake that ass, shake that ass
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
[chorus]
[Ying Yang Twins:]
Kaine
here we come to fuck the whole floor
ying yang twins kickin in your door
scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house
dir-ty south
D-Roc
my bad we done did it again
trick daddy and the ying yang twins
if you dont know, let me fill you in
I hope you know we in it to win
you didnt know we the super friends
we done did another song again
so i just know its on again
we fonna put a joint to win
yall gonna get rolled over
like a bulldozer
I hope you know the game over
dade county the fullgest county
we still run these god damn streets
I dont think ima change
in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang
Kaine
nigga fuck hoes
nigga do shows
nigga get in trouble uh oh
will i smoke if it aint dro
hell no playa so fuck no
[chorus]
[Trina:]
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
trick daddy - dro in da wind
feat. Cee-Lo
[talking]
Hah, haha
Less the south love to hear it.. (bang)
True Skerm.. Buddy Rolls..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too... see!
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Brought up eatin Spam made sandwich
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always wrong and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like us (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, pro'ly had seven more like me
If you brought up they way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine
With dope woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And when the minute I act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Where it at? Bout a buck six five
and the nigga can't fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Beat 'em up, eat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot (?) work her con-con, valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get you hit, to silence yo' shit check, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Oooooooooh!
Oooooooooh!
[repeat Chorus]
trick daddy - drop
Drop Drop Drop With Me Now
Yo, Yall Can Call Court Tv
And A&E. Let Em Know...Its Over
Cold Case Files Huhaaa
[Chorus:]
Yall Niggas Wont Bust No Shots
Wont Work No Blocks
Wont Talk No Chops
And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low.
Yall Niggas Aint Holdin No Green
Aint Serving No Cleans
Aint Gettin That Cream
Fuck Niggas Aint Down With The Team When You See That Red Beam Get Low
[Verse 1:]
I Got Guns Thatll Flip Your Car
100 Round Drums Banana Clips And All
And If A Nigga That Pissed Me Off
I Stick It Right In His Mouth, Make Him Shit In His Droors
And You Better Not Flinch At All
Cuz All Bets Are Off If This Bitch Go Off.
Shoots Clean Through The Back Of His Bead
Tear Off The Top Of His Grill And The Side Of His Jaw.
See Da Streets Need Niggas Like Me, Cuz Niggas Like You Yall Niggas Aint True
And When Its Time To Go To War
Try Your Best To Avoid It Cuz You Niggas Aint Gon Shoot
You Niggas Aint Got No Cash, Aint Got No Goons And Aint Got No Guns.
Yall Niggas Aint Got No Heart
You Let Pussy & Cars Tear You Click Apart
So When You Ask Them What The Do
Nigga They Do What I Say Do When I Say To
So When I Say Lay It Down
Dont You Hesitate Bitch Lay It Down Now
[Chorus:]
Yall Niggas Wont Bust No Shots
Wont Work No Blocks
Wont Talk No Chops
And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low Low Low Low.
Yall Niggas Aint Holdin No Green
Aint Serving No Cleans
Aint Gettin That Cream
Fuck Niggas Aint Down With The Team When You See The Red Beam Get Low
[Verse 2:]
How You Gon Let Your Dawg Get Clapped Up
And You Dont Even Clap Back, But Runin Them Traps
And Then You Got These Bitch Ass Niggas Who Snitchin On A Nigga Ridin Round In The Car Withcha
I Should Fuck Both Of Yall Up
Wet Up Your Truck And Hit Both Of Yall Up
Yall Done Disrespect The Game Thinkin Its A Game
But No It Aint
See I Know How To Deal With Ya
I Turn Them Choppers Loose And Let Em Do What They Do
I Wont Stop Till The Shots Are Thru
I Got A Clip For Him And A Clip For You
Them Wanna Be Tougher Than Me Ass Coochie Made For Tv Ass Peonds
You Can Letem Knowum I Got Big Guns And Ima Squeeze When I See Em
[Chorus:]
Yall Niggas Wont Bust No Shots
Wont Work No Blocks
Wont Talk No Chops
And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low Low Low Low.
Yall Niggas Aint Holdin No Green
Aint Serving No Cleans
Aint Gettin That Cream
Fuck Niggas Aint Down With The Team When You See The Red Beam Get Low Low Low Low.
[Verse 3:]
First Off You Aint Got No Guns
Never Seen Owned Of Even Shot One
You Couldnt Even Cop A Shotgun
And You Aint Never Hit A Nigga With A Hot One, Hua
You Aint Gon Pop Off Nothin But Lip And Wont Kill Nothin Or Let Nothin Be Killed
Bitch I Got Terrorist Ties Ill Terrorize Any Nigga Shape Or Size
If A Nigga Get Beside Himself And Try To Size Me Playa Ill Part His Hair.
Ill Have Your Attorney And Momma Them Sayin T-Doubles Trouble Look What He Done To Him
And It Aint Have To Come To This
You Can Ask Your Daddy He Dont Even Want None Of This
Nigga You Aughta Know Better
Im A Muthafuckin Killa And I Dont Fear No Nigga
[Chorus:]
Yall Niggas Wont Bust No Shots
Wont Work No Blocks
Wont Talk No Chops
And When The K Go Chop Fuck Niggas Better Drop To The Floor, Get Low Low Low Low.
Yall Niggas Aint Holdin No Green
Aint Serving No Cleans
Aint Gettin That Cream
Fuck Niggas Aint Down With The Team When You See The Red Beam Get Low Low Low Low.
trick daddy - gods been good
Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest
[Intro]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me
[Verse 1]
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
Alotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change
And y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh
'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
[Hook]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money
Look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
[Verse 2]
I could've been Asian, Bohemian
Puertorican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a new watch and a Benz
And I'm still gettin' money wit my same old friends
Know this lady named Miss Pearl, my old girl
Raised all us, based all us
So, I'ma thank the Lord for her
Cuz you know where I'd be if it wadn't for her
I done learned a lotta things in this game, matter fact
Seen a lot of other other thangs that was strange
And there's a new game out called snitchin'
And it's obviously helped because these niggas keep tellin'
Lord please help me smell my thugs
So I can keep this in life, but free my niggas tonight
And I'ma thug on in memory of Hollywood
Think thug for life, cuz God's been good
[Hook] - repeat 3X
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