Playlist Roy Jones Jr.

roy jones jr. - can t be touched

[Hook]
Can't be touched
Can't be stopped
Can't be moved
Can't be rocked
Can't be shook
We hot
When will you niggaz learn

Came to get crunk
Came to bring life
Came to get it started
Came to get it right
Turn down the music
Turn up my mics
When will you niggaz learn

[Magic]
I mean what I speak
I do as I say
I hustle, I grind
Don't get in my way
I'm pimping my hoes
I'm jacking my foes
I spit at the police and duck my P.O.'s
I ain't going to court
You can call a judge
Tell him kiss my ass
Cause I ain't gonna budge
And I ain't going back to lock up
You trying to glock a pop up
I ain't going back to court
And I'm never gonna stop the puffing
Not for nothing
The block they need me
The streets they need me
The club scene nigga
Is mine believe me
You don't believe me

Can't be touched
Can't be stopped
Can't be moved
Can't be rocked
Can't be shook
We hot
When will you niggaz learn

Came to get crunk
Came to bring life
Came to get it started
Came to get it right
Turn down the music
Turn up my mics
When will you niggaz learn

[Trouble]
Open your hearts for me
Look what I got for you
You in the presence of greatness
I'll make it hot for you
Pass the rock to me
Block and I'll run with it
Here for the game
And all the pussy that come with it
So full of focus
I'm Insistent on keeping it going
The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own
Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored
The truths back, Katies locking and closing the door
Brick wall in the road
I won't move
The King
I'm like Roy in the ring
I can't lose
Show the face of what compares to mine
You wanna war
Mother fucker I ain't hard to find
Now holla back, nigga

Can't be touched
Can't be stopped
Can't be moved
Can't be rocked
Can't be shook
We hot
When will you niggaz learn

Came to get crunk
Came to bring life
Came to get it started
Came to get it right
Turn down the music
Turn up my mics
When will you niggaz learn

[Roy]
I move when my heart say move
Fierce like a lion
Got nothing to prove
Stubborn as a hot damn mule
God in my corner
Nigga can't lose
Trying to take me out my hot damn shoes
See how quick I jump up and give you bitches the blues
They gonna see you on the hot damn news
And that ain't even nothing
Linking me to the crime
Not a print, not a hot damn clue
Beating these niggaz down
Is what I came to do
And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule
Shaking you niggaz down
If you ain't paying your dues
We passing up yo block and ohh
My screws are loose
Don't call my hands
Cause you gonna make me act a hot damn fool
Dead discussion, you will not win
Cause I will not lose

[Hook]

roy jones jr. - big bodies

Intro:
Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos
We takin it all the way back

Hook:
big bodies ridin on twos and fours
boss hogg and slammin big body doors
old school box chevys and lacs 88's with the room in the back
so wathcu swangin in (x2)

Verse 1:
Box chevy caprices creepin on crome d's
They 17's but I keep my spokes clean
wood grain on the wheel
wood grain on the dash
peanut butter guts
wit a peanut butter rag
15's in the trunk,doin pricey in the back
ten clear coats a dat candy on factory black
no flakes in my paint,no flippin for me
i like it simple,so fresh and so clean
swangin from left to right
leanin, mean muggin foos
trunk rattlin like a snake till my woofers blow
i like my volume loud, i like my bass deep
i like my tweeters tweakin..so u can hear da beat
around the corna u hear me on the other street
but let me warn ya its murda in them backseats
thats how i ride foo, so take a ride wit me
cause when im gone its hard for yall to come and git me.

Hook:(x2)

Verse 2:
look..give me a cut dawg,75 wit black tint
black paint and make way for the young pimp
old school trues and foes, and im good
theres somethin in the trunk and somethin under the hood
never drive over 30 miles an hour dawg, u can come holla hoe
git in my passenger seat, and this ain't your moms car
so when you gittin in.. wipe your feet,
my interior imported from another country
no head in the front seat u know how much this cost me
you lucky you ain't sittin on plastic
and you betta not fart or you gittin your ass kicked
take pride in my ride, i love her like a child
im rollin up the avenue and them bitches are like WWWOOOW
but i don't pay em attention im rollin up to my nizzles like....

Hook:(x2)

Verse 3:
check it,uhhh..bently 2004,i got 3 different cars
i payed for em,ima drive all them muh fuckas
i gotta have that boom,cause women love to knock
turn it up and i betcha i'll make that pussy pop
i gotta h2,the 24's turning
ima stunna, so you gunna smell that rubba burnin
i got a need for speed i keeps dual exhaust
you hear that big truck commin nigga whos the boss
don't git caught up in the paint i picked
cause i'll flip it in a minute, nigga money ain't shit
i shine harder then the average star
niggas might hate me but they love my car,
lovin the way i sit on 24's and blow
cruisin through the hood like im pushin the love boat
sittin behind tint, like one of them presidents
and its evident anything else is irrelavent, if it ain't....

Hook (x2)

roy jones jr. - body head anthem

[Hook]
We gone take it to the Body
We gone take it to the Head
We bust a bitch head (3x)
We gone take it to the Body
We gone take it to the Head
We bust a bitch head (3x)

[Magic]
I done made a deal with the devil
So you don't wanna touch me
Pussy, you lucky that things don't get ugly
My daddy always told me catch a nigga from the blind
Knock his ass off
Express whats on my mind
Ain't nothing about me phony
My nigga I'll keep it real with ya
Jump stupid and Body Head gone deal with you
Both of your jaws swollen like the measles
The only man can save you is Jesus
I'll say a prayer for ya
For I despose of ya
I'll take your hoes from ya
I'll brake your nose for ya
I'm the sickest, I'm suicidal
So don't get me excited
The roof ain't on fire
But bet cha I'll get it lighted

[Hook]

[Choppa]
First of all most I ain't coming for no foolishness
You better question round and ask somebody who you're fooling with
You making an ass out of me like the same possibility
of you winning the power ball lottery
You gotta be outta your mind to even start
I'll Chop your dam pork with out a knife and a fork
You niggaz oughta wait, polish your skills up for another day
Cuz I'm the biggest shark in this park and you just another bait
Choppa that name ringing in your brain
From the Body to the Head and we bringing niggaz pain
Street Ballas ballin in the streets behind the chain
So don't make us up them thangs and get to sprayin'

[Hook]

[RJJ]
If breads gettin broke then I'm breaking it with my peeps
Body Head bangers we're taking over the streets
You couldn't get us no tighter with pliers
Nothin but womanizers so bitches despise us
Pensacola I'm a rep it to death cuz I'm a Florida boy
nothing more nothing less
You disrespect or test what I say
It's Body to the Head til shit go my way
I'm a gutta boy with a bunch of gutta ways
Gutta mentality but the gutta got me paid
You had your chance we about to pop
Big bread take lil bread like it or not...nigga

[Hook]

roy jones jr. - i smoke, i drank

I Smoke, I Drink

[Magic Intro]
B-Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga

[Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga 3x

[Verse 1: Youngbleed]
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d.
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so **** it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

[Chorus] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga 3x

[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up!

[Chorus] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga 3x

[Boosie Talking]
I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level
That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up nigga

[Chorus] Repeat 2x
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga 3x

roy jones jr. - intro

roy jones jr. - ya ll must have forgot

Everybody Get on your feet
Right now for Roy Jones Jr.
The best poun for pund fighter in the world
Whoever don't agree you know what, I guess
Ya'll Must've Forgot

When they stole my gold medals in Seoul, Korea
That's lookin back at my whole career
Cause, Ya'll Must've Forgot

The best pound for pound is mine
Hit Percy Harris with 4 hooks at one time

Ya'll Must've Forgot

When I beat Bernard Hopkins and won the IBF
The right was hurt beat him with the left

Ya'll Must've Forgot

You remember the left hook James Tony got?
Sucker move I stole from a game cock

Ya'll Must've Forgot

Will there ever be another Roy Jones?, probly not
Stopped Virgil Hill with a body shot

Ya'll Must've Forgot

I got disqualified in March of 97
After giving a whooping to Montell Griffin
Late hit, my title, they had to take it
(Why) I guess that's the only way I could lose
5 months later, rematch, I needs my crown
1st round, 1 punch and he sat down
Don't get me mad cause I'm amped already
Took titles from fighters who was champs already
The heart and sould of boxing on HBO
What these other fighters take me for, A Joke?

Ya'll Must've Forgot

And they got the nerve to say I aint fight nobody
I just make'em look like nobody

Ya'll Must've Forgot

And David Telesco he really asked for it
So I beat him with a fractured wrist

Ya'll Must've Forgot

(Remember that)
In the ring I BOX, there is none higher
When I use these they call me SIRE
To burn my kingdome I must lose FIRE
And I wont stop Boxing till I retire

I'm Roy
Ya'll Must've Forgot (x2)

When I beat Reggie Johnson
And took his Light-Heavyweight title from him
Ya'll Must've Forgot

That I'm nice with these

Ya'll Must've Forgot

This is what I do

Ya'll Must've Forgot

We could go on and on
Mike McCallum, Vinnie Pazienza

Ya'll Must've Forgot (x3)

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