• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Too Hott - Mike D
• Swang Down - Mike D
• Power Up (remix) - Mike D
• Mike D. Is In Love - Mike D
• Menageatrios (remix) - Mike D
• All Around the World - Mike D

[talking]
R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby
We gon miss you
[Ronnie Spencer]
P-A-T, rest in peace baby
Everybody knows, it wasn't your time to go
[Mr. 3-2]
Much love and we'll never forget you, P-A-T
Now you in a better place, with G-O-D
The deep memories, won't stop going through my mind
Wishing we could parlay, just one more time
It make a G start crying, just like lil' baby
To see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. Lady
And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool
So rest in peace my partna, and that's from Mr. 3-2
[C-Note]
I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-T
We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I'm all alone
Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind
Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time
And in this rhyme ain't enough lines, to explain how I feel
We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real
And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems
Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams
[Hook: Big Moe]
These streets are too hot, too hot baby
These streets are hot, hot, hot
We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade
Too hot, too hot lately
Too many my partnas, gone to early graves
[Lil' O]
You couldn't understand my mind's, on a whole nother level
I'm in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil
I'm a rebel, with a worthy cause
I'm trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl
That's why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall
It ain't fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God
Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed
I'll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil' O gon ball, he'd want that
[Al-D]
Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyes
You can't give a man life, so why you gon take a man out
P-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come true
Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you
And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain't no fronting or faking
At least now you ain't gotta see, all this hating
Much love homie, from the whole H-Town
You brought peace to the Click, and it's gon still go down
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Clay-Doe]
We won't stop, but baby you was so close to the top
I couldn't wait for you to drop, so we could body rock
But our God, is a jealous one
And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done
It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws
And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof
And to my G's before I pass, you never know
Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T
[Big Pokey]
We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage
I done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gauge
Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors
Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter
I confess I'm a mess, so much pain in my chest
Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest
F-A no way, I could ever forget
Put your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to it
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Mike D]
Ain't no way in hell, I'ma deal with that
You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat
Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me
I'ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T
Southside to the playas, don't die
Only multiply, with paper in our eye
And don't worry baby, I'ma keep all this under control
But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio
[Willean]
Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter
Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder
The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues
Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws
On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone
And really think, who the ones they stepping on
Like a throne you'll be known, as a living legend
Fat Pat rest in peace, cause all G's go to heaven
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Lil' Keke]
I'm too hot to drop, you marks must of forgot
I've been blessed with success, it ain't no taking my spot
Fakers plot ands scheme, but I'm living they dream
P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings
We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs
Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club
But I still got love, and I'ma complete the mission
Rest in peace, from the whole Commission
[Big Steve]
F-A-T, you was the realest to me
And ain't nobody, stopping what was meant to be
See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life
I'ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night
Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking
And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking
Open up they eyes, so the world could see
The Southside's, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T
[Hook: Big Moe]
[H.A.W.K.]
Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding
So clean four 18's, knocking all side molding
Can't stand it can't handle it, I'm hurting god damn it
Of these niggaz crew ways, on this bullshit planet
Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through
Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams'll come true
Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock
But as long as I'm here, they gon still body rock
You don't stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top
Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop
Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed
As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris
I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder
Lil' Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulder
I told you it's before, and that's the way it's gon be
Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T
[Hook: Big Moe]
[Ronnie Spencer]
And I'm talking bout the Southside
Stop killing eachother, baby
Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh
Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah
Oooooooh-oooh
[Big Moe]
Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating

[talking]
Yo, you done tuned into radio Boss Hogg Corleone
Yeah that's right, Miggity Mike D and I'm back
Yeah 60 days out the Penn, putting it on you niggaz shoulders
Like it go you know I'm saying, My Gift to the World
My Gift to the World, from the Don Corleone is to bless you
With all the greatest hits I done been on, you know I'm saying
Skeet taste you, for that Hoggin Da Game come out
Cause I'm fin to put it in your face, Corleone Family Entertainment
Baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me
[Hook x2]
Swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
Coming down slow, on the damn Southside
Swanging on 4's, slamming on do's
Gripping your hoe, that's the way it goes
[Fat Pat]
It's the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
Coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut butter
Naw I didn't stutter, popping trunks surround
Coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
On the Boulevard, yeah my swangas we'll mob
I'm coming down the Boulevard, swanging on them hard
Me and C.B., got the T.V. on
Got my glock in my lap, riding till dawn
Man it's all goody, hit the parking lot
Pop trunk red neon, it don't stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C, and I'm gone off that dope
Leaning on the drank, so what you think
I got my hand on my glock, plus I got my shank
[Hook x2]
[Mike D]
I swang on dots, floss on chops
Hit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock pot
Dipping so low, in the Jag cockpit
Got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit
Feeling like the shit, mobbing on twin Z's
Pat in front of the Lac, I'm in the J-A-G
Sipping a skeet taste, with a cannon on my waste
Iceberg to the drawas, putting it all in your face
Shocking and body rocking, swanging side to side
Crawling wide body, with Palomino inside
Tell I'm a 84 glider, on the block glider
Catch me and 3 in the Pathfinder, with diamonds that'll blind you
Smoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machine
Through the parking lot crawling, hogging dogging the scene
With my mug on mean, working sixteen
Swanging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams
[Hook x2]
[Mr. 3-2]
Lumilean to Eddies, money over bop hoes
My Diablo, and see six zeros
Niggaz sturn like 84's, and switch like kids
Gotta move around, cause they'll put it in your ears
Still sipping but no beer, check up in my styrofoam
In H-Town Texas, my home sweet home
The Governor and Corleone, P-A-T resurrected
Vote for Mr. 3-2, to be reelected
Me Mafia connected, with the streets on lock
Entertaining my peoples, on the fifty foot yacht
I move a big body out to, bending corners turning heads
From the Boulevard MLK, to the blocks of Homestead
We flossing and flipping turning, tipping so low
Beating the trunk, and dropping the top real slow
Letting the world feel it, realest from the Gulf Coast
We swang down up on the block, body rock with my folks
[Hook x2]

Oh..
[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]
Come on baby, power up with me
Cause y'all already know, the melody
I'm feeling so high, off this extasy
Mike D, D-Reck and D-Gotti
(One two, ready or not everybody's bout to drop
Bout to drop, bout to drop, bout to drop)
[D-Gotti]
Come on up power up pack, feeling like the Mack
Cocoa slim on my back, niggaz show a bust attack
With a sack of hydro ponic, him satin on silk
My conversation is crucial, hoes relying on a pimp
Throw the door man a dub, must of been accident
I usually pay the door, fuck the club
Snub on my waist, body rocking to the bass
Sipping OJ and rolling, jaws locked like a safe
Some got a shank, some playas in the place
I need a shop that ain't scared, to put dick up in her face
I'm like man hold up, this budda off done got a nigga fiending
For weed something, somebody roll something
And uh, I feel like I can float
At Matches on Sunday, trying to give a lonely hoe some hope
And it's dope, she'll never get a feeling like it better
She like Gotti you exit, I'm like bitch that's irrelevant
[Mike D]
I still enter the do', lit the fuck up
Blinding like light shows, moving in slow mo
Gon off Henny, mixed up with Hypno
I call it Crip Cruttical, down it it feel incredible
Oh my, I feel my pelling kicking in
I'm, so damn high
I'm seeing twins now, look here lil' mama
Work it in the britches, bout to break something with your switching
Got me rock hard, sticking out a few inches
Gotta pinch me, I feel like I'm dreaming
Jenny and her twin, talking bout tag teaming
Yeah yeah, I'm just so damn thoed
When I'm on that X-O, yeah yeah come on uh
[Hook]
Come on baby, power up with me
Cause y'all already know, the melody
I'm feeling so good, off this extasy
Mike D, D-Reck and D-Gotti
(One two, ready or not all my playas pull out your drop
Pull out your drop, crank up the knock
Uh-huh, 3-4-5-6
Pop you a tab, and jump in the mix
Jump in the mix, jump in the mix)
Ain't nothing but a power party
(Uh-huh-huh, 7-8-9-10
If it's kicking in, gon down that Henn
Down that Henn, down that Henn)
[Ronnie Spencer]
Ain't nothing but a power party
Come on baby, power up with me
Come on baby, power up with me
Rocking and a shocking, to this melody
Come on baby, power up with me
Rocking and a shocking, to this melody
[D-Reck]
It's on, what's happening my nig
[Mike D]
I'm back home, trying to get my hustle on
Now D-Reezie, how you feeling my nig
[D-Reck]
Still explicit, trying to make my paper flip
[Mike D]
Just don't stop, and stack it on up
And watch lil' mama, out there back it up
[D-Reck]
I'ma hit it from the back
[Mike D]
I'ma hit it from the front
On three large tabs, and I'm bout to get crunk
I'm pulling through the lot, and I'ma pop my trunk
Pull out my nine, and I'ma buck-buck-buck
[D-Reck]
Yeah buck-buck-buck, that's how a nigga act
Once I fall up in the club, I'm headed straight to the back
Where you can find me, and my nigga Mike D
In the VIP, powered up on three
Three lovelies, and them hoes going hard
But I ain't talking bout the pills, I'm talking bout three broads
You know the fun ones, that carry the condoms in they purse
Freaky make it easy, for a nigga to get the skirts
For a nigga to get the skirt
[Hook]
One two, ready or not all my playas pull out your drop
Pull out your drop, crank up the knock
Uh-huh, 3-4-5-6
Pop you a tab, and jump in the mix
Jump in the mix, jump in the mix
Uh-huh-huh, 7-8-9-10
If it's kicking in, gon down that Henn

Yeah baby, you know it, listen:
Eeverybody knows that I broke your heart
Yeah everybody knows that Mike D broke your heart
But you'ze gots to stop tellin them how I stole your car,
You know? Just aint fair baby, you know,
Just cuz I got the,
The better side of the bargain
Just means that the cards were dealt in my favor, you know?
[HORNS]
[PIANA']
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you)
You know I remember, the first time I saw you
And you were standin there
Lookin all lonely and everything
I went over, you know
And strated smellin that ass
[LAUGHS]
Then ricky powel came over,
Trying to do the ATD and everything,
Yeah baby
Girl you know it's true
Mike D is in love
(with you baby, whooo, in love with you!)
(oh it's true it's true it's true, oh baby!)
(it's true it's true it's true it's true)
(I'm so true, it's true it's true it's true)
You know a lotta MCs these days
They make records about, you know,
Women takin' all their money?
Hey, you know I'm straight up honest,
I just be leachin' off my girl, you know?
Just leachin off my bitch that's what it's about ...
You know, if you got a roof over your head and a
Pot to piss in man, shit, that's better than having
Money in the pocket, you know?
[HORNS]
awwww yeeeah
oh Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D, Mike D
starrin: Mide D
featurin: Mike D
and uh, special appearance by, uh, Mike D
du, du du-dun
incredible ...
invinceible ...
most incredible ...
unstoppable ...
techniculous ...
Liz Claiborne ...
Gucci ...
Yo' motha ...
That's right baby
When you weren't looking,
When you were out shopping that day,
Your mother came over,
She was lookin kinda nice, you know?
You wouldn't believe what she was weain under that dress
You know? anyway, so, you know one thing lead to another
I'm real sorry you had to walk in like that and see ...
you know,
shit happens,
you know?
(Mike D is Love)
(awwwww yeaaaah)

[talking]
Get your hands up, you thugging with Corleone
Po-Dina, Big Boss Man
[Hook]
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) [x2]
Get your motherfucking hands up uh-huh
Superstar (superstar)
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) where you at Po-Din'
[Big Pokey]
I need a bad bitch, bad hoe
Go hard with a nigga, in the middle the flo'
Ain't complaining, bout her needs so
Ain't gon leave, till her jeans to'
Five foot four, dark and thick
Call her bitch, cause she bark at dick
When I'm finished with her, then my boy can hit
If not, next time I'ma dodge the chick
I don't, play with hoes
I run through broads, like a change of clothes
Dress in a fo', top of the line
If you hear my head board, then I'm knocking her down
Might hit it from the back, I'ma pop up behind
Make her sound off, like a shot from the nine
A pick on the middle, get her hot as a iron
And she say I wouldn't know her, I stop her from lying
[Hook]
Say hoodrat (hoodrat)
Superstar (superstar) [x2]
Get your motherfucking hands up
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage
So I can hit you and your friend, in the back of my car
Give me a head shot, let me see you work some'ing
If your girlfriend with ya, then go on and get a double
I'm on E and bout to bubble, and y'all in trouble
I'm on hard on some'ing, ready to fuck some'ing
I'm a G, and I give it to you like that there
When I skeet swallow ma, yeah I like that there
Corle' a mess I swear, but you ain't seen nothing yet
I'm trying to get slowed deck, while I ride in the Lex
Throw a hex on the dick, like she sick with it
She go to gobble and swallow it, and ain't even spitting with it
I'm the hottest thing out chea', running the game
Love a model chick, but dog I keep a hoodrat woman
[Hook]
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage
So I can hit you and your friend, in the back of my car
[Mr. 3-2]
Big Boss, Pimpin' Chris
I'm a Southside playa, that'll pimp a bitch
Rocks on my wrist, that a hoe pay fo'
She broke the crack, till she break a toe
Make me do', without too much sleeping
Break a trick, don't pass that freaking
On the weekend, we taking trips
I's a pimp, so bring back my chips
Brand new whips, on tennis shoes
24 inches, I'ma pay a due
Breaking rules, and breaking laws
Bout to go hard, in ménage trois
Sipping bar, selling white
Mr. 3-2, go hard with dykes
They make me praying, and never complain
And it's the kinda brother, listen street game
[Hook]
[Mike D]
It's on, and you know that it's on
Corleone back home, bout to play in your thong
And I done knocked off me, a Bentley Anage

[Hook:]
We been all around the world, and it's all the same
See these niggaz ain't changed, and the game is strange
(get off your ass, too early to lay it down
We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down)
[Mike D:]
These niggaz don't want the riches, these niggaz want the bitches
Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten
My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind
Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine
From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game
Street niggaz feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame
From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up
Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt
It was all in the making, a young youth with loot
Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth
Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds
Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds
As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers
Kept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling
This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to'
Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been
[Hook x2]
[Clay Doe:]
I been all around this world, and nothing changed
Gold diggers looking for niggaz, with ghetto fame
Boys aiming, to impress these hoes
While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's
Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it
I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it
Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace
Niggaz wrists and chests, fifty plus karats
Lifestyles of the rich and lavish
Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage
Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas
Texas G's, and no we won't panic
I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it
Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon
I went, on a quest around this planet
For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed
[Hook x2]
[Mr. 3-2:]
I been all around the world, and it's all the same
People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain
From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood
Gotta get up off your ass, to make shit all good
Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that
Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks
Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down
But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground
How you like us now, we worldwide and legit
Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a bitch
3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long
Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone
From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies
Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies
This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times
On a grind, all around the world getting mine
[Hook x2]
[singing:]
Get off your ass, oooh and stack your cash
It's too early, it's too early to lay it down
Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah