MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
lil jon - get crunk
[Lil Jon talking]
What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk
Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey (hey),
This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherfuckin city (yeah)
you proud of your mothafuckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)
[Chorus:]
Let's go,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga,
Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga,
Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.
[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
[Verse]
Wonderin' who am I, bo hagon BME representer half the center nigga who enter this cold as the winter,
step away from the top, step away from the block, step away shootin' or gettin shot, bitch nigga
fuck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack cous' some diamonds don't care,
just cut some nigga with dreads with the head nigga knot jiggy red licky knot not that fast nigga
knot, nigga fuck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you was mad cous I seen you was
creepin' in tall grass, I bust em all fast repeatedly imediately tryed to make that
mothafucker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above plus I'm worldwide
babygirl show me some love, we drank real good and smoke leaves and buds bo hagon you don't give a damn
we don't give a fuck.
[Chorus]
[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
[Verse]
You from the south side nigga represent that shit
You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit
You from that east coast nigga represent that shit
You from the west coast nigga represent that shit
Now throw your motherfuckin' click up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' boys up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' squad up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' sets up high in the sky
Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit
[Chorus]
[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
[Lil Jon']
Now bitch niggas straight crunk
Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way
we actin'
I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga
to act like the way we livin'
Well fuck us, shiat
(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk)
[Verse]
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
[Chorus]
[3x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
lil jon - what u gon do
[Lil'Jon]
Yea
What...What
Check dis out right (Yeah!)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The Kings of Crunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and shit, don't mean
we gone change nigga.
We the muthafucking Kings of Crunk and we gon' always
keep this muthafucker Crunk
Now let's talk about some more niggas.
[Chorus]
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start acting
up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]
[Lil' Jon]
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the
mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the
mouth gon' get you fucked up...
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking
click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking
click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this
bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking their
shit
It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this
bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking their
shit
It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this
bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking their
shit
It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this
bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking their
shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Scrappy]
My brains is taking me in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play with muthafuckers cause this shit be
real
Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal
And them bows will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you cant differ yo dick from yo ass
I throw bows with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo
figure
It's a closed casket
For them hating bastards
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
What you gon' do trick?
When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and fuck being a punk
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm looking round dis muthafucking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafucking looking over here and
shit (looking over here and talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening
goin' on in this muthafucker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafucking do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to these muthafucking niggas (Yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
(YEA!)
We real niggas (watch) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (watch) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (watch) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (watch) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
[Chorus]
lil jon - snap yo fingers
(Lil Jon feat. E-40, Sean Paul)
Snap Ya Fingers
[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik!
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen, it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this..
Hey! Let's go!
[Hook: (2x)]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
[Lil Jon:]
Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
Do a step wit it put your hips wit it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha go
Don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home
[Hook: (2x)]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
[Hook: (2x)]
[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some rossa dyin' off Patrone
VIP style, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumm
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too!
[Hook: (2x)]
[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(And if you ain't know) this how it go down!!!
[Hook: (2x)]
Hey! Hey!
lil jon - bia bia
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit, represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit, represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all Ascap and Bmi
Catch me drivin' Dui
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' to die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "Clear!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I 'Mop & Glo'; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain, cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
'Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a, "Bia' Bia'!"
lil jon - bend ova
[Hook: Lil Jon]
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
How fast can you shake it?
Put it on a nigga 'til his ass can't take it
How fast can you shake it?
Put it on a nigga 'til his ass can't take it
How fast can you shake it?
Put it on a nigga 'til his ass can't take it
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Stop playing girl, shake that shit
Stop playing girl, shake that shit
Wiggle that ass make it shake like Jello-o
Wiggle that ass make it shake like Jello-o
Wiggle that ass make it shake like Jello-o
Wiggle that ass make it shake like Jello-o
Wiggle that, Wiggle that, Wiggle that
Wiggle that, Wiggle that, Wiggle that
Wiggle that ass make it shake like Jello-o
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Head baby on the fly ain't shit really
I get pussy so wet that's a free willy
Pussy on the pedestal watch 'em pop a wheelie
Pop, pop, pop bitch feel city
With my Nicki's, Jose Cuervo, trippy
She heartless 'til that dance got no engine
One minute, I'mma gas in it
Twenty more minutes, I'm back up in it
Daddy take you Mrs. T-raw
I don't miss, Take shots, you faded up in it
A million, get illin' richest nigga in the building
Fuck it, I'mma buy the whole building
Hundred business, Hundred business back in it
Hundred business, Hundred business back in it
She the business, baby put your back in it
[Hook: Lil Jon]
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
[Verse 3: Lil Jon]
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
Hands on your knees, bounce that ass
Like a yoga ball
[Hook: Lil Jon]
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
Bend ova, make your knees touch your elbows
lil jon - bitches ain t shit
[Intro: Lil' Jon and the East side Boyz]
Yeah, Yeah...
LiL' Jon and the east side boyz (thats right bitch)
Suga free (suga free)
Bad boy snoop dogg, oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
Sing it to them nate dogg (hey) (sing it man)
[verse 1: nate dogg]
Back in the days i use to like bitches (uhh)
But i tell you now days bitches aint shit (tell 'em)
And if you wonder why i say this (yeah,yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoopbop ??)
Sneakin' around fuckin' around whenever were not around (always)
Actin' all sophisticated spending money that she didnt make (oh,ya)
I get so mad that i could slap her actin like she cleopatra (ya,ya,hey)
Aint no need to ask shes a slave to tha money and im the master
[hook: nate dogg]
Thats why i smoke sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday
Dont let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace i keep it right by my side (05 bitch)
Big nate long beach we'll keep Lil' Jon tight beat so come on let's ride
[verse 2: lil' jon]
Whats up with these tryin'to play a nigga
?? hoes straight stay a nigga
No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat
You aint gon get no child support
Playing a nigga like you were one to know that
But i love yo gurls, naw i was just playing
You say you love me if i was just playing
Why i gotta be likr that, why must i chase the cat
Or really why must i chase the rat
Nigga fucking bitches how bout that
Wont you buy me a drink (bitch hell naw)
Let me hit yo thang?(bitch hell naw)
Wont you take me to yo crib(bitch hell naw)
Lets go to the mall(bitch hell naw)
[hook]
[east side boyz]
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.
Pimped out. shyeah. take a left. SLAM.
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM
Pimped out. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.
[verse 3: suga free]
Now dont get me started
And never say what you wanna do
Cause your just a recess pieces to get turned out too
Now i can get that man back
But how you gonna sue me child support
When you aint sat down and wrote me a rap
See you cant??
Uh oh suga free the last dinosaur from caveman
(she'll center) i toast? to this
So she can check the track, i toast? to that
You can catch him on the dance floor, i toss to this
And you know she aint got no panties, i toss to that
Gooshie-gooshie-moshie-mooshie-push me-push me
I can tell by the way she dance shes got a nice pussy
[hook]
[verse 4: snoop dogg]
Yeah, let me get a glass of that
Puff puff pass it back
Doggy dogg with a classic rap, blazing sacks back-to-back
Imagine that
Im tryibg to holla at shiniqua
Champagne for me and my peopa
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time, and will continue to shine
My games gettin' bigger, its a wrap. chuuch my nigga
[oobie]
Let me tell ya about a bitch
Bitches are??
Bitches dont give a shit
All a bitch want is a victim of??
You aint get no loyalty
Cause a bitch gon always be
They love it when you fuck 'em
They love it when you leave? em
Better yet when you mistreat her
For the bitch, nigga you dont need em
You bitches, aint getting shit
??
[outro: lil' jon]
(hey hey) there you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it)
Our desdription (uh uh)
Of how these bitches be actin' this
Motherfucka that cant be
All i gotta say is keep oit pimpin' pimpin' (keep it pimpin' pimpin')
And i dont trust these motherfuckin' hoes (oh oh)
lil jon - pitbulls cuban rideout
Como?! Yeah! Yeah!
Lil Jon! Eastside Boyz! (Que Vuelta!)
That little cuban from Miami, Pitbull!
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this
shit
GO HEADDDDDDDDD!
When it comes to these hoes
y'all know we on some halloween shit
start trickin' n treatin'
But I'm on some halloween shit too
gettin' messed up for the radication BOOM!
From the palm trees to the red clay
we get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
from the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
and y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
Im'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
only difference is y'all blow dro
and we blow crip
but reall there's is no differecne
cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
but Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
to put me down with one of those
redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
and thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
we been connecting on work
but keep that on the DL
HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-B-O-N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park
Haa! Wynwood, Hialeah, Saweseraaa!
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil Haiti, Sao Pa Sai!
All my cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?
Haa! Yeah!
lil jon - nothings free
[Oobie]
There's something, I want to tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that shit's tight
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
[Chorus]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm trying to get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me
[Oobie]
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you aint never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
[Chorus]
[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem with fly by nights
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
[Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out your mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
[Chorus]
[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free
Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before
I'm not yo' ordinary hoe
lil jon - where dem girlz at
Hey,
Lil Jon and the East Side Boys (what)
Where dem gurls,
Where they at,
Where dem gurls at,
Where thay at Where they at,
Where dem gurls
Where y'all at
All y'all ladies represent to this thing alright
Come on come on
Chorus
Where dem gurls at (ohhhhhhhh)
Where dem gurls at (im lookin for them gurls)
X4
Verse 1
You got a job (yeah)
You aint no slob (no)
You got them benifits (yeah)
You dont take no shhhhh (no)
You stack your chips (yeah)
You drive in brand new wheels (yeah)
You ridin on dubbs (yeah)
You dont mess with scrubs (no)
You keep your hair tight (yeah)
You go home at night (yeah)
You got them pretty toes (yeah)
Without no dough( yeah)
You wear them 3-inch heels (yeah)
You can cook a good meal (yeah)
You like to have sex (yeah)
But not unless they get it wet (HEY)
Chorus
You like to like that thang (yeah)
You aint got a man (no)
You can drop it down low (yeah)
All the way to the floor (yeah)
You smoke that green (yeah)
You a sexy thing (yeah)
You got you belly pierced (yeah)
Your jaws arent fearse (NO)
You keep ice around your neck (yeah)
Four can be next (yeah)
You like them thugs (yeah)
The ones that spend g's in the club (yeah)
You wear GG Harmer (yeah)
You take trips in the summer (yeah)
You gots them little heals (yeah)
You spend big face bills (yeah)
Chorus
Verse 3
Okay, Okay check this out,
Were going to break the beat down right now,
Now everybody listen to me
Now this dance, this song aint for everybody
All those sexy ladies (all those sexy ladies)
So only the sexy ladies make some noice for me right now (where y'all at make some noise Whoo)
Check this out
All the sexy ladies in the place
I need y'all to sing along with me one time
I love myself
I love myself
I love my sexy self
Alright Alright, Hey
X2
Chorus
Hey Hey Hey
Say wer lookin lookin for them girls
Hey Hey Hey
Where them girls at Where they at Where they at
Hey Hey Hey
Lookin for them girls
East side world wide
Hey Hey Hey
lil jon - throw it up
Lil' Jon]
Let's go, let's go
Yeahhhh! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), ok, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on), we represent for everybody, everybody
All the real niggaz in America (come on)
Where you at or where the fuck you from (come on)
We represent for y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for
[Lil' Jon]
T-A, throw it up, Memph town, throw it up
Tennessee, throw it up, St. Louis, throw it up
J-Ville, throw it up, Mississippi, throw it up
Alabama, throw it up, V-A, throw it up
Detroit, throw it up, D-C, throw it up
Dallas, Texas, throw it up, the Carolinas, throw it up
Houston niggaz, throw it up, Louisianna, throw it up
The Bay niggaz, throw it up, let's go
[Chorus]
[4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
[4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
[2x] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
[2x] What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
[2x] We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
[4x] We run this (what)
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
[Chrorus]
[Lil Jon talking]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
[4X]
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
[Pastor Troy]
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
[Chorus]
lil jon - just a bitch
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
[Hook:]
YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!
Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up
Got damn it motherfucker get yo hands up [repeat 2x]
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker throw yo click up [repeat 2x]
Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking at
Nigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at [repeat 2x]
Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Got damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do [repeat 1x]
Now what you wanna do (you scared) [repeat 2x]
Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!
[Chorus:]
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Verse 1: Too ]
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga
You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She just a weak motherfucker so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Verse 2: Chyna]
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Let no shots
Double glock glock
Nigga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless
Gone see who life the shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garabage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin
And still trying to find my calling, and make a change
Look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
9th ward my burrow
I represent the scum's
Ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight
Hussle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH
Chyna White
[Chorus:]
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do ya thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame
Cause you and yo group won't do a thang
The SHIT that you talking sounds the same to me
BI-ITCH!! [echoes]
lil jon - bme click
(Lil Jon)
Yeahhh! Yeahhh! Yeahhh! Yeahhh! Check this out (What's Up?)
It's your Motherfucka Boy Lil Jon (That's Right)
BME Click (yeah!) represent right (yeah! Yeah!)
Now IIIIII just got to get some shit out my chess (let it out)
It's a lot Fuck Nigga been talking shit bout me, (fuck)
fuck but you know what?
Pussy Nigga I Don't give a fuck
I'm a Real Nigga, Real Nigga Handle His Motherfucka bizness like my nigga about to do right now
Verse 1: (Bezel)
Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl just a leg n' a thigh
She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8ball song
I Like that benze go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you jwanna man
It's not your boy from D12
It's ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well
Adamville ain't changed
It's still the same
They thought knockin' ??? would stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island
Verse 2: (Don P)
This ya boy Don P
AKA get away from me
I don't play I just ride
How they gon' see nigga I don't hide
Never had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the grind
Girls give me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I done did a million crimes
Gotta be (established?) that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some space nigga back back some
Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb
????? nigga you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits nigga I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star nigga I'm a fuckin' sun
Nigga lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of crunk nigga comin through yo hood
bitch
Verse 3: (Black Boi)
See I ain't come to play
I came to spit bars inside cars
To let you niggas know where I stay
285 way don't miss the byway
On my high way
Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit this shit
I rip drawers off take yo balls off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo
I was strapped at it bitch
Before you close the door now dats fa sho
We on that dro when you get up out my car bitch don't slam my door
Motherfucka
Verse 3: (Dirty Mouth)
ATL is my home
And know my hip keep that chrome
For the ones who talkin' shit
They better leave me alone
I ain't playin' no games
I'm just out for this fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you niggas keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session just keep a nigga full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme your loot
This motherfucka gon' make me pimp shoot
This motherfucka think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for lame
This motherfucka that wanted to listen I took his ass out the game bitch
Verse 4: (LA)
T-R-Y M-E pussy nigga
Lil LA off in this bi*ch
Ready to bust yo fuckin' shit
Bitch rich nigga if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the bottom to the top
Top to bottom you will go
Naw ho I ain't the nigga to be fuckin' wit fo
Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em
Tear that nigga ass up
I kill for fun mayne and
I ain't jokin mayne
What's up back up fuck nigga
Who you takin to
Yeah scary ass nigga we comin' for you
If you wanna talk shit better be prepared
To live and die in the motherfuckin' ATL yeah
Verse 5: (Yo Gotti)
Ain't nothin' like a good ass whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it bitch and ya pussy ass off
Them little niggas ain't gon' fight
So I'ma shoot first
Big nigga wanna tustle so put them hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo bitch than a ???
Chyna and fate wishin yo bi*ch ass dead
Crunker then a dog in the south west gate
I got h*** shakin they ass I got it made
Real bed bust head with a work and the mail
What's that smell ya dead ass in a hotel
No evidence cuz the gun in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car and waitin
Lil Jon and the esb finna put they hands on ya
Got claim on yo life the hitman I be
You want the job done just holla at me, yeah
Verse 6: (Bo Hagon)
I can't feel the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is down to freak me
Haters they shoot rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to weep me
Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up
And I ain't a fuckin' juggler if you ever try to trouble us
Better knuckle up
The streets they know what it is
They know what the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
Show your gold throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes
Play ya part and do ya thang
Always put money before the fame
Verse 7: (Lil Bo)
Y'all niggas don't wanna see me
Runnin' 'round here hatin' on me
Wanna know what I do wit my cheese
'84 Silerado Chevy
Now I can buy that nine eleven
And I can get that Escalade
Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real niggas and bitches out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that nigga quick to pull a trigger
An' put some lead in the head of a fuck nigga
Verse 8: (Big Sam)
Woke up this mornin nigga
With a pump and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these fuck niggas
These niggas done made me slip now into my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these niggas right now
Frankly I'm hot and pissed
This shit is ludacris
Same niggas you grew up wit nigga
Same niggas get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your ass whipped
Motherfucka you must not know who you fuckin' wit
I'm DJ 64 that nigga XL
Big Sam sayin' this shit to let you know what's real
You bitch bitch ho ho
Ass ass nigga nigga
We Ain't Playing
Money Slingin
justifying Gangsta ridin
More Rich them shit
i'm just singin ATL ain't fucking playing.
lil jon - bounce dat ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Hook]
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Now that drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop that shit
[Verse 1]
Get yo ass to the floor and shake ya rump
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake, shake
[Repeat 3x's]
Bounce yo ass to the beat while you touch yo feet
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop that thang and roll with it
[Repeat 3x's]
[Hook]
[Chyna Whyte]
I'ma shake-shake it like I wanna
Bounce-bounce it on the floor make you see I wanna
Walk-walk it like a dog right there on the corner
Make you say "Who that girl with that Thug Life tatted on her"
See people want it ha that's how we do
Screamin' "Ahh-yah-ya-yah" me and my crew
Live in a zoo
That why I got a strap too
Twurk that ass if I want blow a bag boo
And act a donkey, act a monkey
Get a fifth of gin to see this chick get funky like a junkie
Show what this raw darlin'
6 years of hustlin', see where it brought me
This ghetto monkey, I'm livin' lawless
Livin' life is the hardest
Tryin' to live marvelous in a world full of garbage
I'ma talk it
If you don't want it, don't start it
Cause I'ma put it down the way you want it
Nigga
[Hook]
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Lil' Jon]
Pop that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Grab that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Butterfly hoe and let that pussy breathe
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop, pop, pop that thang girl
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake that ass girl
[Repeat 3x's]
[Hook]
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass
B-B-Bounce that ass
[REPEAT]
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe
lil jon - grand finale
[SIREN sounds]
[Intro: Lil' John talking]
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to
this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'
emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"
[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
take the coke from Coca-Cola
Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
Nigga just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than New York insurance
Try to keep shit clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz
[Verse 3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain
[Verse 4: Nas]
Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make Nas mad just in case cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka
He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka
Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka
What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle
Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
Even if the DA is a piece'a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks
So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from Cali
Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' Grand Finale
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