Marv, Messy Filmography

• Ghostride the Whip (2008)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• You Were My World - Messy Marv
• When We Make Love - Messy Marv
• That's What's Up - Messy Marv
• Say Luv - Messy Marv
• Playin' Wit My Nose - Messy Marv
• Like Me - Messy Marv
• I'm From The Bay - Messy Marv
• I Don't Dance - Messy Marv
• Hoe's Ain't Shit - Messy Marv
• Get On My Hype - Messy Marv
• Children's Story - Messy Marv
• Cheat On Her - Messy Marv
• Bagg Up - Messy Marv
• Always Ride Wit' My Chopper - Messy Marv
• All In The Club - Messy Marv

[Verse 1:]
I Use 2 Cook And Nigga Clean 4 You
Jump On The Plane And Touched Down With The Cream 4 U
I Could Of Been Scandelous But I Came Back With All The Bread
I Held You Down When Them Niggas Was Tryin To Bust You Head
Nigga My Mama Put Up The House To Get You Outta Jail
And Wen The Feds Hit Nigga I Didint Even Tell
N You Out Trickin Wit This Bitch Sleepin In My Bed
Giving Her All My Dick Nigga N All My Head
How Could You Do Me Like Dat I'ma Boss Bitch
I Took You Shopping Bought You Brand New Outfits
U Say U Ballin But Wen You Broke You Wanna Call Me
I'ma Dog Yo Punk Ass Like You Dog Me
[Verse 2:]
Lets Be Wit The Chit-Chat Love I'ma Pimp
So What Now You Wanna Leave Belongs 2 A Blimp
Wen I Cum Thru You Always Talkin Bout This Otha Bitch
First Things First Lets Talk About Dis Otha Shit
I Bought You All Da Cavollies And Da Boots 2 Match
Dats A Big Step 4rm Big Lots And Tj Maxx
I Bang Dis Ckick-Clack Gang Baby I'ma G
Dont Worry Bout Where I'm Going Or Where I'ma Be
Sen Birds 2 Days I Run Thru Dat
I'ma Top Hat Girl I Thought You Knew Dat
Y When My Fone Ring You Always Wit The Who Dat
Den Call An Be Wit The Nigga Where You At
(Man Fuk Dis)
[Verse 3:]
I'ma Queen I Held You Down Nigga
When You Fell I Picked Yo Ass Up Off Da Ground Nigga
I Should Of Left Yo Ass A Million Times You Know You Wrong
Dea Say You Dont Miss A Good Thing Until It's Gone
All Yo Homies Tried To Fuck Me Nigga Behind Yo Back
I Could Of Been Nieve But I Got To Much Class 4 Dat
Now You Ass Comin Home Smellin Like Anotha Bitch
Pull Yo Pants Down Nigga Let Me Smell Yo Dick
How Could You Do Me Like Dat Ima Real Lady
A Real Nigga Gon Pick Up Where You Left Off Baby
U Say U Ballin But Wen You Broke You Wanna Call Me

I'm just saying lil mama err time I see you... you kno what I mean when a nigga be blowin through dis muthafuckka traffic and you be out here and shit I mean you be lookin at a nigga like you wanna holla at a nigga I mean let ya next move be ya next best move luv wats haanennin hahahaha been waitin to put ma hands on yo sexy ass let alone this dick you feel me YEAH
[Verse 1:]
Smokin this kush drinkin this bo if you don't get high shawty let a nigga kno bitch I'm a goon that's how I get down so don't act brand new when da goon come around call a babysitter for dem bad ass kids so I can run you to the mall bitch and get hair did shawty you too thick dat ass so fat I can't wait to see how dat shit look from the back put my hands on ya waist push dat ass in the air eat a lil pussy bitch and pull on ya hair tell yo baby daddy I ain't into dem gamez I don't spend money bitch I spend cocaine
[Chorus:]
I can't wait to put my hands on ya put my put my hands on ya make it feel so good have you caught up in a drum baby when we make love you gonna feel so good so good I can't wait to put my hands on ya put my put my hands on ya make it feel so good have caught up in a drum baby when we make love you gonna feel so good so good
[Verse 2:]
Pussy wet paint ridin on blades shawty I can turn yo bed to a muufuckkin stage lay yo ass on yo stomach kiss you on ya neck stick ma fingers in dat pussy til I get dat shit wet you see me turnin wood wheel grippin on grain you see dem golds in my mouth when I jump up out dat thang bussin rubberbands dats all a nigga know I'm a sucka for manicured and pedicured toes I'on fuck with dem boogee bitches I fuck with real hoes break ya ass in like some brand new 4's never had a nigga treat dat pussy so good I fuck you like this every day if I could
[Chorus:]

[That's what's up is said after every line]
[Verse 1:]
I wanna smoke and you know that(Thaz wasup)Litte Cuzin want dro aY? (Thaz wasup) I got a caddy on blaze(Thaz wasup) Me and ma niggaz sell yay'(Thaz wasup) I'm tryna take sum'n home(Thaz wasup) and On the way check dome (Thaz wasup)I'm drinking remmy with tha hip (Thaz wasup) With tha bloods and the crips, cause(Thaz wasup)I'm tryna find sum'n Thick, that'll fly with this shit (Thaz wasup)Touchdown in nebraska(Thaz wasup)And get money a lil faster (Thaz wasup)Shit, I'm tryna hit the club (Thaz wasup)Swallow ex, and pop dub' (Thaz wasup)The westcoast gon'bring it (Thaz wasup)So if u thuggin nigga say it nigga, tell em, tell em'(Thaz wasup) YEE-AH!
[HOOK:]
Holla out ya set tell em (That's wasup [x5])
If u reppin ya projects, Tell em (That's wasup [x5])
If u sittin on sum'n wet, tell em (That's wasup [x5])
We keep it crackin in tha west, we tell em, tell em, tell em (thaz wasup [x5])
[Verse 2:]
(Yo)
Yung Mess' ball out(Thaz wasup)You wanna ball' em all out? (Thaz wasup)Nigga we need anotha bottle(Thaz wasup) And mo' bullets for tha Rollo(Thaz wasup)The weed all gone? (Thaz wasup) Finna take yo ass home(Thaz wasup)A cadier'(CAH_DEE_AY) with the pezzo(?) (Thaz wasup) Capri wheelz(?) on the Camero(Thaz wasup) 20's on a four-wheel'a(Thaz wasup) BITCH I'm a dope deela(Thaz wasup) Baby girl had butta(Thaz wasup)Is she a bad muthafucka blood? (Thaz wasup)I'm tryna hit mississippi(Thaz wasup)They all thick and so pretty(Thaz wasup) Tha east cost gon' bring it (Thaz wasup)
So if you thuggin nigga say it, tell em, tell em(Thaz wasup) YEE-AH!
[HOOK/CHORUS]
[Verse 3:]
A Yo!
I rock fellas, right jigga(WTF IDK?)(Thaz wasup)Shit, I Ain't scared of no nigga, we ain't neva scared BITCH!
You know ma city gonna shine (Thaz wasup) I do this shit all the time, cause(Thaz wasup) Shit, I'm tryna count paper(Thaz wasup) Shood I make her walk and raise her? (Thaz wasup)Sum'in sitting on candy
(Thaz wasup) I rep the block you understand me? (Thaz wasup) I put this heat in ya face(Thaz wasup)And put cha ass in ya face (Thaz wasup) I'm havin money like Solser-? (Thaz wasup)I signed a messy marv poster(Thaz wasup)Shit It's Crackin In The Bay(Thaz wasup)
We could smoke all day (Thaz wasup)Nigga, tha dirty gon' play it (Thaz wasup) So If you thuggin nigga say it, tell em, tell em! YEAH!

Yo I see you looking but is it all good
I'm the king of the city, one of them boys in the hood
Dat done did a little time like doughby
She standing there looking at me like "you go boy"
She had on timbs, waistline real skinny
But when she take off her clothes her body real pretty
Would you ride if a nigga could'ntbuy you chanel?
Get you the prada and put the paint on your nails?
Fuck you real good and put you in a coupe
Ballaz spend money like a nigga shooting hoop
I'm just saying shorty I'm livin that lifestyle
New jack city yeah I'm livin that right now
Wanna ride a little something, show me the way
We can jump on a plane and I can show you the bay
And when I locked something down it's usually locked
And they usually get canarys for their jewelry box
Say love Say love Let me talk to you for a moment
Get to know you, let me show you I'm the one you need
Say Love, Say Love, Is it alright if I
Spend some time get you fly cause I wanna make you mine
It's a yadadamean, I'm over 21 I just look 19
Wanna get it poppin I already know
Body telling you yes mind telling you no
I spend 10 thousand on champagne
Them bright yellow stones all in your choke chain
Let's count cash for a livin
Would you hold a nigga down if I was in and out of prison
You know sometimes it get that real
Sometimes you can't bargain gotta take that deal
She had tattoos on her butter soft skin
Bobby valentino for me one time again
Titties like keisha, back bangin like free
Can't tell if I kiss on you ma that ain't me
When I lock something down it's usually locked
And they ususlly get canarys for their jewelry box
Say love Say Love can I talk to you for amoment
Get to know you let me show you I'm the one you need
Say love Say Love is it alright if I
Spend some time, get you fly, cause I wanna make you mine
Baby come and take this ride, My s5 get you fly
Show me all the things you like, I'll do them for you
You won't need no x with me, I'll be all the extasy

Sitting on candy, playin with my nose
Sippin on brandy, playin with my nose
Square bitches can't stand me, playin with my nose
Playin with my nose nigga,
Playin with my nose
Watchin TV, playin with my nose
Smokin on weed, playin with my nose
Nigga poppin theses Es,
Playin with my nose nigga,
Playin with my nose
[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
Hold on the tech, ridin somethin wet
On my way to the 'jects, playin with my nose
Smokin on a stick, drink that shyt
Talk to a bad yellow bitch, playin with my nose
I'm bout what you bout, I'll knock you shyt out,
In front of the waffle house nigga, playing with my nose
I ride with that banana, red bandana, with that white bitch fanna nigga, playing with my nose
Sitting on candy, playin with my nose
Sippin on brandy, playin with my nose
Square bitches can't stand me, playin with my nose
Playin with my nose nigga,
Playin with my nose
Watchin TV, playin with my nose
Smokin on weed, playin with my nose
Nigga poppin theses Es,
Playin with my nose nigga,
Playin with my nose
[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
I rep that B, nigga I'm a G, you don't want it me, I be playin with my nose
I payed my dues, I jump out in the ghetto rocking all my jewels nigga, playin with my nose
Money ain't a thang, hop out the range, nigga looking for that train nigga, playin with my nose
And if I go to jail I'll be all on my bunk nigga, all in the cell homie playin with my nose
Sitting on candy, playin with my nose
Sippin on brandy, playin with my nose
Square bitches can't stand me, playin with my nose
Playin with my nose nigga,
Playin with my nose
Watchin TV, playin with my nose
Smokin on weed, playin with my nose
Nigga poppin theses Zs,
Playin with my nose nigga,

[Intro:]
N tha function mess be stuntin.
Some of these niggas like messy frontin.
Till mess come bak with a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache. n if u got a vest it's nothin. we got telephones. rubba band money that ti that steach long. tha west is bak niggas been getin slept on. sum niggas fell of sum niggas kept on but not me I'm gangsta gangsta on hip I got sumthin that's dangerous. n tha p coat I got a thang that's stainless hop out tha range n just ame at strangas. The boy boy don't get no betta. Only time u n tha hood is n that ecko sweata. lil dude got u thinkn u sumthin. second rounds on uh bitch I ain't payn 4 nothin.
[Chorus:]
I wish god made mo nigga like me, ghetto ass niggas like me, it ain't no niggas like me. you ain't feel a nigga me, kuz I'm a hustla and erybody knows my name, they know my game they know I bang. ther still ain't no nigga like me, he ain't built a nigga like me.
Fo gods sakes I got ways I smoke lots uh gonga maybe that's tha same reason my gowap is longer, gotta catch me in tha traffic I'm unda. probablly in tha kitchen with tha mix like hunt ya mama. So holla, I got tha LBX's just ta hold me off till tha LP presses I'm n tha swilver seats with tha Alanta freaks n my swisha sweets where tha hell he get this? u know I pack them 2's boy, you will get touched like a cathlic schoo boy.
Fuck all that otha shit messys dangerous, I'll be moven 8 balls like I'm rackin pool boy. I'm on tha phone with tha streets on tha otha line kuz tha block hot like leather seats in tha summa time, I shake FEDS, brake bread like duck n hine, dump 9's we been thru this hunnit times.
[Chorus:]
I wish god made mo nigga like me, ghetto ass niggas like me, it ain't no niggas like me. you ain't feel a nigga me, kuz I'm a hustla and erybody knows my name, they know my game they know I bang. ther still ain't no nigga like me, he ain't built a nigga like me.
You don't wana be weaponds, tha foefoe that's tha key weapond. open ya belly like B' section. I ain't C' stepin I get my B thang on n I ain't haten get ya C thang on. look niggas betta go back home befoe I pass tha fence. get ya head bust thinkin I'm a pastafist, we got 2' 23's with n banna clips. wen tha tha hamma hits it will turn ya into banna split. Shit I'm a force to be reckin with. Tha same one all tha whores be F'n with. Click clack n course I be reppin it, pull up in that black thang like nigga tha president. Uhhh. you dudes think u hot, but I been in it foe a min n I think u not, The Boy Boy is back nigga. Coke n Crack nigga. K's and gas my goons will lay u flat nigga.
[Chorus:]

I'm from the bay that's how we speak
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay that's how we speak
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean reppin for them thangs spray
Scrappa scrappa and we fill it up with rippaz
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean before we pop a pill mane
Purple purple and we roll it up in swishas
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay that's how we speak
Scrappas stunnas drippaz runnaz
Thizzin, urp, grapes, purp
Hypy, yee, I'm from the bay this is how we speak
Yadddddaaa, stuey
Bitch don't act bran nuey
18, dummy I tape yo ass up like a mummy
Dippin, yokin, nigga it's frisco
Nigga it's oakland
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean reppin for them thangs spray
Scrappa scrappa and we fill it up with rippaz
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean before we pop a pill mane
Purple purple and we roll it up in swishas
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay that's how we speak
Grinin, grittin
Thumpaz, the buisness
The cream, yaddidda
Girl, powder
50's rollaz, in the bay we ride around with them toatsaz
Mink coats, minnis
Pea coats, beanies
Cutty, fa sheezy
Hoe you a punk rock beezy
What it do, it's pimpin
Nigga it's vallejo, nigga it's richmond
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean reppin for them thangs spray
Scrappa scrappa and we fill it up with rippaz
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
Fresh is where we got em this is how the bay say
You know what I mean before we pop a pill mane
Purple purple and we roll it up in swishas
I don't know how ya'll say it but we gon say it sicker
I'm from the bay
I'm I'm from the bay
I'm from the bay

[Messy Marv:]
I'm ten hundreds on these niggaz, little iron fangers
In the back of the club with the gangbangers
Canaries in my watch with them Bathing Apes
Doin my body like this, workin my thizz face
I'm ballin, why would I fuck with a ripper
Tryin to hit Magic City, I'm in love with a stripper
Drinkin that silver, up all night
On them green mack, dressed in them yellow and blue Nikes
Uh-huh, once again it's on
She tryin to take a few flicks for her camera phone
Yeah, pretty lips, cute face
I'm a go on and make her famous nigga on MySpace like
[Chorus:]
I don't dance, I do my body like this
I'm a koon, you ain't never met nobody like this...
I don't dance, I do my body like this
I'm a koon, you ain't never met nobody like this
[Messy Marv:]
I'm fifty 20's on these niggaz, little ICI
I rock that real jewelry, them icy rocks
It's diamonds in my urr, diamonds in my necklace
Yeah, orange juice and a blunt for breakfast
What'chu know 'bout them Lambo do's?
Escort bitches, nigga marble on flo's
Runnin from the papparazzi
I'm a million dollar nigga like DiBiase
Uh-huh, lil' homey I'm a plurr
At the airport, nigga jumpin off a Lurr
Yeah, you know your boy pop tags
I be barkin off the marble like 50 11 bags
[Chorus]
[Messy Marv:]
Yeah, I do my body like this
Like this (like this) like this (like this)
Yeah, I do my body like this
Like this (like this) like this (like this) uh-huh
Yeah, I do my body like this
Like this (like this) like this (like this)
Yeah, I do my body like this
Like this (like this) like this (like this)

[Messy Marv]
Yeah bitch, this aint only business bitch, this is all the way personal. Ya
understand that? Ugh Ugh... my thug niggas sing!
[Chorus]
[x2]
Enough of you hoes aint shit
Especially a broke ass bitch from TLC
Hangin' out the shotgun side
Of my homeboys ride
Yellin' wont never have money
[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
I heard you hoes went bankrupt
What happened to that?
Now yalls on fuckin scrubs and yallve been havin' scratch
You hoes are Atlanta hood rats
You aint know
Yall could gain a little weight if yall would stop fuckin wit dope
Im from Fillmoe
Bitch the land of the Scandolous
Thug livin' and drug dealin'
Pimpin' and Handlin'
What a niggas not understandin is how yall switched
>From bein' a broke hoe
To a top life bitch
But what game is this?
Me and my niggas mash on those
Ricky ass no class punk ass hoes
You know my stee low
Bitch kicks, shops
Bricks all broke down into twomp chops
And on my block
We've been through it all man
Like Paper we got handles in this game
With the ball man
After the club I heard you suckas could dip
And believe me, when I see you, Im a call you a bitch
BITCH!
[Chorus]
[x2]
[Verse 2: Messy Marv]
See Im used to this
Bitch this is what i do
Drop off shit and collect chips in cancoon
Half of you hoes got issues fuckin, wit Mess
Still choppin' at the gap and boots at Nine West
You see nappy head niggas, like myself
Get a punk bitch, shake their hand and the scrill
Bitch you under-still
I keep it thugged out like yup boy
Whatcha wanna see me in the Lexus of the trunk boy
Im a ride on all you victicious'
Coward ass fashionable, low class bitches
When it gets specific
Hoe I seen you on the cut
Lookin' all fucked off bitch and lil as fuck
In yo back hoe
Bitch dont fall to tha Yay
Made a football playin' ass nigga turn gay
So what more could I say?
Bitch whos the scrub?
And when I see you at the club
Hoe it aint no love
BITCH!
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
Yeah, get on my hype
Green big birds, yellow and blue Nike's
Money on the charm, Yellow and blue ice
Stone's on the arms, Red and blue ice
Get on my hype
Sideshow shit, the West on fire
If she ain't a piece I'll run right by her
On some hyphy shit
Sideways two tires
I'm on one homie but I'm tryin' to get higher
Get on my hype
[Messy Marv]
Ok, I don't play that pimpin'
If you ain't thizzin' then say that pimpin'
You know, it's stones on the wrist watch
Money on the Jesus
Skittles on the chick watch
Ma, put the grapes in the blunt
Sideshow shit I'll teach you how to stunt
Come on, get on my hype
I'm through the light poppin' wheelies on a motor bike
It's real, get stupid go dumb wit it
I don't want it if the orange juice don't come wit it
Uh huh, the West on fire
I'm on one homie but I'm tryin' to get higher
[Chorus]
[Hook]
Yeah
Pop somethin', break somethin', shake somethin'
Pop somethin', break somethin'
Get on my hype, yeah
Break somethin', pop somethin', shake somethin'
Break somethin', pop somethin'
Get on my hype
[Messy Marv]
Yeah, I keep the pepper on the waist
Blades on the scrapes
Stunners on my face
Uh huh, me and my goon's go thug
And get hyped out cuz it's work in the club
Minks in the summer
Air Force's in the winter
Green and blue pills wit the birds in the center
Yeah, it's on and crackin'
I hit the sideshow wit the system yackin'
Greg Scotch, you call me a thief
Just cuz I have a mouth full of gold teef
Damn nigga I'm so faded
The east on fire and the police hate it
[Chorus]
[Messy Marv]
[Get on my hype]
Red and blue lights on the ice work
VVS that should tell you what the ice worth (Get on my hype)
And I know I'm shinin'
I'm a factor in the Bay boy
They know I'm timin' [Get on my hype]
SS wit the chip in the front
Sideshow shit, I'll teach you how to stunt (Get on my hype)
I'm a hus-linaire
You can see a rainbow in everything I wear (Get on my hype)
We on some hyphy shit
In the party on some yellow and blue nike shit (Get on my hype)
Uh huh, the south on fire
I'm on one homie but I'm tryin' to get higher
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Messy Marv talking]
Yeah West coast
Come get on our hype man, yeah
Pharmaceuticals, yeah
Droop-E made it, ha ha ha

Yeah
OG Joe Blow in the house, understand me
Layin it down with my boy Messy Marv
Yeah, for ah - Slick Rick
Yeah, this ain't no children's story, though
this somethin for the hood, mang
So ah - all the OG's grab your ripple
and players grab you twomp sacks
Here we go...
Once upon a time not long ago
When niggas made money slingin dank or dope
When chronic was burnin and everything was all good
And people were behavin hella bad in the hood
There lived a little boy who was misled
By another little boy, and this is what he said:
"Me and you tonight, we're gonna make some cash
Pullin 211's and makin the dash"
They did the job, scrilla came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another
(Stick em up, stick em up!)
And a sister and her brother
Tried to rob a man, a SFPD undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin erratic
He said, "Keep still, boy, no need for static"
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the little nigga was strapped
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?"
Tec-9 aimed for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid starts to figure
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radioes in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around good and from expectations
He decided he'd head for the BART station
But (what?) she was coming and he made a left
He was runnin top speed till he was out of breath
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (Sorry!)
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?
(Who?) Coon, the dopefiend smokin hella dope
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dopefiend pulled out a sawed-off shotgun
He broke outside but there was cops all over
Then he dipped into a car, a hyped up Nova
Sideways up the block doing 83
Crashed into a tree near the KOP
Escaped alive though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and he still had static
Grabbed a lady and pulled out the automatic
Pointed at her head, he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "Back up or the bitch here's dead"
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
And before long the little boy got surrounded
He dropped the Tec, so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story
He was only seventeen, in a poor man's dream
Big Mike shot the kid, I still hear him scream
This ain't funny so bitch, don't you laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
So learn a little lesson cause the game don't last
Good night
Leave a mess Marv [repeated]
Yeah
That's right
Messy Mizznarv
And it goes down
for my boy Slick Rick the Ruler
And it don't stop
and it don't quit
and it don't stop
I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a whole nother level

(U make me wanna cheat on u) [x2]
[Messy Marv:]
I pulled up on her with da ice cream [? ]
Nd It like she want it I'll give her a scoop
Yo I don lie to my girl I'm bout to her the truth
So we set a freestyle with big tigger off In the booth
With that ass nd those hips them eyes nd those lips makes a nigga wanna fall out with my bitch
Yo I don wanna see like I'm on som foul shit
But can we cheat jus on the low rite quik(talk to me)
[J.Holiday:]
I'm like yo average I don cheat at all
But wen yo picture come up on my cellphone I gotta answer the call
U been sendin me photos from yo camera fone while u wearin no clothes
Makin me weak but I can't tho risk this here rite now
[Chorus:]
Now I don wanna do my shorty this way
But there's somethin that u do to me
I fight it but can't stay away
U make me wanna cheat on her
That ass and those hips them eyes nd those lips I can't get enuff of that I try to fite it but I must admit u make me wanna cheat on her
[Messy Marv:]
See me nd shorty we got somethin
We been through it all but goddam them cavally be fitten u small
Luv txtin niggas first wen u fenna call
U been havin us damn near fittin the bra
Yo I remember wen we first met in the mall
U tried on somethin we dam near fucked in the store
U got me out all bad doin it the most nd I ain't tryna cheat on her but I came that close that ain't good
[J.Holiday:]
The good times that your on my mind late at nite
I been thinkin bout fallin through nd sexin u rite cause the way that u be puttin it down dam I like but then I think of her nd I kno it ain't rite
[Chorus]
[J.Holiday:]
I fite all of these [? ] In me
Cause my baby she got all that I need
I can't risk this fo a physical thing
But I u make me wanna cheat
But I can't
[Chorus x2]

[Messy Marv:]
I'm in this bitch and I'm feelin myself
I take so many pills they say I'm killin myself,
I rep my block, ride in a drop,
And I bag a nigga back once they see this chop.
The black in here thick man u niggas is hoes
Step on my air ones and I fill u with holes
These niggas know what it is
Say it ain't so and I show u it is
Fuck that shit everybody go dumb,
Beat a niggas ass till yo hands go numb
Throw it in the air let em know what I'm reppin,
Don't get fucked up nigga watch where your steppin
This pussy motha fucka finda get his ass stomped
I don't need a rockstar to keep a mothafucka crunk
Runa mouth on u mayne, u ain't from where I stay
Nigga click clack mothafuckin usa
[Chorus:]
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
[Sean Paul:]
I'm from atlanta this real country grammar
We ball everytime a nigga get up out tha slammer
Ridin old skools, sittin on 4s
Stickin aks out the lamborgini doors
Gotta keep the heat cause these niggaz ice cold
Kickin in the door layin niggas on the door
Niggas poppin pills, other niggas on blow
Niggas mind gone quick to let the thang go
Why beezy real g toe choppers
Somethin that I popped, flip, push it then drop it
Thizz real talk all day chin checkins
Toppin off work with my west side connection
I'm Sean Paul ya'll niggas know Messy
Now she rollin with me when u niggas start fencin
Brush em off me mayne, ain't from where I stay
Click clack east side a-t-l ga.
[Chorus:]
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
For real nigga u better stop talkin that shit
U pussy ass niggas ain't walkin that shit
Actin like it's good me and my boys ain't jokin
For a bust a bitch head wide open
Yeah fuck u and fuck him
Man the rest of u niggas that u with fuck them
The bartender ran outa remy
First nigga outa line gettin hit with this semi
All my niggas gota gun in this bitch
Fuck ya'll niggas we runnin this bitch
All my niggas gotta coke white tee
So watch your drank nigga whan u walk by me
I come from a place called I don't give a fuck
Fuck da dj I tear this bitch up
Ain't know love for a bitch u ain't from where I stay
Nigga click clack california usa
[Chorus:]
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)
(Brush em off brush em off, bagg up bagg up)

Click clack gang
You know it's a movement nigga
You lose some you win some
You know what I'm sayin
You win some you lose some
I don't even win enough
I'll always ride with my chopper [x4]
Bitch ass niggas keep talkin bout the kid
Like a nigga won't be down and bust a nigga wig
Fuckin the game from the back
These niggas got it twisted like I
No longer existed
Mysteriously missin
Ask them niggas out grittin
I ain't hard to find
I slide through in that camon with 12 birds at a time
Nigga with the roof open
Getten blew by a dime
With a flag in the nigga back pocket ery time
I keep it mafia homie soldiers and good lawyers
Did the county for a year is that enough time for you
Enough shine for you?
Did you niggas buy some guns?
Did you niggas piece together the mua fuckin crumbs?
[Hook:]
I'll always ride with my chopper
Fuckin the game from the back nigga [x8]
Fuckin with the cartel know that b
Know I'm lookin for you like you lookin for me
Don't hear my stomach don't see my ribs
Need a passport lil nigga to see my cribs
I don't lose no sleep nigga life is grand
I mean life is grands homie I'm u and your mans
You talk aobut war when you ain't no threat
Hit king k's at brunchime and pop moette
Hit the city round lunch time eat filet
Sit at juniors at dinner time and watch the mets
I don't ride with too many niggas I am my set
Go hard in the paint run a full court press

All In The Club
Messy Marv
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a fuck
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face
All in the party make a fool of dem grapes
Verse 1:
Coke white tee no Air Force Ones
Smelling like Chanel in the club wit a gun
Reppin my block nigga fresh for the mall
Shoot me the number I’ll give you a call
Full of them grapes feeling so high
Its candy on my cutlass sitting outside
I’m drinking that clear lookin for a bitch
That got a lil’ money man and suck a lil’ dick
Your boyfriend trippin tell him be boo
Live by the G-Code and play by the rules
Pills in my body rocks on my sleeves
Yeah him he can stay me and you we can leave
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a fuck
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face
All in the party make a fool of dem grapes
Verse 2:
Coke white tee no Air Force Ones
Step on my shoes man I’m running in your gums
Grill in my mouth Gucci on my body
These bitches so thick like they all do palates
Chuck, chucks on my feet hand on my heat
Doin that two step rockin to the beat
Clear in my glass but I don’t spill it
Bought another round and I still cant feel it
Set my drank down bitch what it is
I just wanna fuck I don’t wanna meet your kids
Pills in my body rocks on my sleeves
Yeah him he can stay me and you we can leave
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a fuck
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face
All in the party make a fool of dem grapes
Verse 3:
We all in the club (all in the club)
I’m so motherfuckin high
What you say my name is?
I mean shawty what your name is?
Damn I’m rollin bitch (rollin bitch)
Why you actin like that?
If a nigga pulled his dick out would you know who he is?
Ah you don’t know me now huh! Trick ya
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a fuck
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face
All in the party make a fool of dem grapes
We all in the club drinkin that clear
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut
We tryna get high nigga we don’t give a fuck
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face