Wetter than u
Boosie bad azz
Green light specials [x2]
[Chorus:]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u (So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
When I come in the room she hug me (She hug me)
When I leave she say she love me
(Love me)
I love u too, she say nobody do it like I do
On top of dat I feel her juices comin down when she on top of dat
First class in the air let me put you on that dro
Jump in the drop top baby let ya hair blow
Fatal attraction when we kissin it's already hard
Go to the levy in the bentley and look at the stars
Be in the shower for a hour pussy real clean
Walk to me in them boy draws
(Oh lawd)
I keep it real with her so she keep it real with me
I catch one she catch three then we fly to Tennesse
Pull out ya chair let take a seat
Let's eat sum raw shit
Fetuccini and steak and have some crawfish
You like the fish girl I can take you down to Boeuf River put you on a
Jet ski with a real nigga
[Chorus:]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
She like to kiss me thru the phone when I'm on a road trip
(What up baby)
When I come home you the first thing I'm goin get
(I mean dat)
She do gymnastics on the dick
Even ride it from the back
Put yo head in the pillow toot it up I like that
(Yeeeaaahhh)
She like to tell me sweet things when I'm havin problems
I like to come and lean sneak up on her like a possum
Make her smile til her cheeks hurt
(That's my shawty)
I drive she got the .40
Bonnie and clyde [? ]
I lie she go lie
When I cry she go cry
Love a nigga so much if I die she wanna die
I take her to the mall mayne I like to get her fly
Jump on the slab off one and a half and just ride
I kiss her on her stomach talk to her when I bang her
First she thought I was just a rap nigga now she see I'm gangsta
Green light special never red never yellow
Tell em baby girl
(Boosie ain't nobody better)
[Chorus:]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
[Lola Monroe:]
We vacay with what they make in a year
I just make a wish and he'll make it appear
I know how he want it so I just volunteer
Never sayin no I just make it disappear
Slidin right up in it slippery when wet
And his diamond always grippin still whippin just like a vet
Now he caught up like [? ]
Got him cumin just like a jet
Sound just like drizzy sayin I'm the fuckin best
I'm the fuckin best yeah yeah I'm the fuckin best
But I hold ma nigga down no matter what the test
He know that I'm a rider never gotta stress
Ain't thinkin bout no nigga cause ma nigga got me best
Green light special how you wanna do this?
I'm a cold bitch sicker than that flu shit
We can ride it out you can stay [? ]
I'm a go all out I ain't nuthin to be fooled with
[Chorus:]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
Green light specials [x3]
I feel like I can get it wetter than u
(So wet)
I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better)
She give me green light specials
[lil boosie]
Ok this what i learned from the streets
handle your beef
your playing with keys
sleep with your heat
your a role model if partner gotta be me
all hoes aint sweet, they messing
everything happens for a reason but they all lessons
if u stressed then pick ur head up, nigga,
get your bread up, nigga,
if ur scared, scared niggas get they head bust
i make u catch a heart attack, in starter hats
just left downtown i got my 40 back
a situation started, nigga im never smiling
beast mode until they take me, got that from mobbing
any nigga who watch u up and down want something you got
why my enemies iffing me got that from pop
if i flop then its back to selling blocks
back to telling niggas they cant hustle in my spot, off the top
my daddy raised me to hate a cop
so all my motherfuckin life, i hated cops
cam rich told me niggas change when u give them blocks
nigga told me when i ride better keep it cocked
-chorus:-
this what i learned from the streets
keep it real lil nigga
keep your steel lil nigga
fuck these hoes lil nigga
forgot ur roles lil nigga
this what i learned from the streets
watch ur back lil nigga
keep it strapped lil nigga
you lil axe lil nigga
a real gutter nigga and ur nuts a lil bigga
[lil boosie verse 2]
people rose around me
money is money so concentrate when u count it
every nigga who bounce aint no gangsta ass nigga
and i learned that from richas
spoil all the dopefiends
i learned that from pitchas
fred city show me how to roll that killa
big loton show me how to come with rhythm
ever since then ive been the sickest in the system
dunking down on jacobs took me on my first mission
i jumped out bustin fuck it u aint saying nuthin
ive been showing em how to cook it up and get it hard
put me on this jewellery shit i miss my bar
look, no matter how good you treat em
that dope will make em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers
these nigga turning on they own people
these niggas devils out here
-chorus-
[shell]
the streets told me boy gutter keep that thang on ya
and fuck ur friends cause most niggas still change on ya
these streets cold so u gotta keep that heater close
might be ur boy thats tryin burn u, dog u never know
man look these hoes aint no better they be vulchers too
i crossed one of those niggas and i aint crossing u
just keep it G and have some game like the bosses do
know u the shit but homie keep em flies off of you
keep ur mouth all open shut when people talk to you
u dont know shit no matter how much time they offer you
dont stop until u got enough to a vault or 2
and know one thing theres a slight chance ull take a loss or 2
keep ur eyes open and ull get all the way to the streets
its money over everything till u rest in peace
keep ur eyes open and ull get all the way to the streets
its money over everything till u rest in peace
Nigga jaked the whole city
But when he died everr bodi showed him [? ]
God don't see nigga through ya name up in business(boosie dis boosie dat)I ain't the one you need to watch nigga or you gone bleed every try nigga live by da gun kno you gon die by one
It's consequences when you ride by one(5 years nigga)
Nigga took his son nigga took his nephew it will neva stop(neva stop)
Anybodi can get it who eva on the block
Some people kill boys den kill girls but god let em live so they can get killed in da world
So come home nigga dat choppa waitin patiently
Round the handle black bandanna bitch come play with me
Jacked err bodi though you get away with it (naw)
You think a nigga just gone keep lettin you play with em(naw)
Every time my cousin jacked a nigga somethin happend(trell)
Either a nigga came up short or he recked his [? ]
[Chorus:]
Wut goes up
Must come down [x2]
Sleep arund your own front door
Befor u try to sleep around mine
Cause I'm a hit cha with da 9 9 times in yo muthafuckin spin
My nigga stole from me man (aww shit)
I kno he misses me man I kno he miss da click
Ain't even seen da house dat a nigga grind to get
I kno he miss da viedos and da fresh fits
Just fuck ova a good nigga I seen it all
Fall in love with a thug and get doged
When I was small man I recall
All the niggas with the drive ways ain't got a dime today
So I think about it popped a bottle I drinkin out
Prayin for betta days strapped on my chedda chaes
It's [? ] (hu bra)
It ain't a game yo made a million dollas sellin dope hurtin folks nigga you kno
[Chorus:]
Wut goes up
Must come down [x2]
Everybodi got dat a shit (u lay round one day you lay)
Eventually our love gone be history can't let des niggas get to me
Nigga might tryto send a bitch in me
I'm a send dat bitch back cut up love letta (wut up)
You eva did a lil dirty came back a lil worse
Need to take my ass to church
I say dat all da time
Why you lyne gotta point to prove
Roger climens still lyne betta tell tha truth (wut goes up must come down)
Walk round here thinkin you gon keep playin dem yougsters
Get found by a junkie behind one of thoes fuckin dumpsters
My black pep remember when dey sprayed us down with holes pipes
They kill barack we killin whites back to civil rights
Try to do right mane I tried to stay focus lost another [? ]
I'm to loaded
Car from car mane it's commin back to hunt me
Niggas catchin charges every monday time to slow down (mane)
Who you gon call wen it finally go down niggas you turned ya back on when you was on (don't answer da phone)
I heard des niggas got prices on my head(shit)
Well I gotta put prices on dey whole click
Bout dat dramma gettin money comma comma don't be dirty betta ask my baby momma
It's commin back I run dis track for tha niggas who think dey slick and [? ] talkin shit
But I'm gettin rick and you ain't shit mothafucka
[Chorus:]
Wut goes up
Must come down [x2]
My niggas in da hood always down with me
But still at times I can't help but wonder and see
(Intro)
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga
what about...me, what about boo.
(1st Verse)
They holla juvy,they holla jigga,they holla t.i.p
they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me
they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie
he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look
they holla usher and that lil jon shit,
they holla i smoke i drank but i made that bitch
they holla manny, baby, wayne, and geezy
dont nobody holla boosie like nobody dont believe me
what about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
what about aaliyah, what about soulja, what about o.d.b
what about dmc, the addidas on ya feet, g-nikes to gain
ya height
but me i keep it G, what about c-loc, when i new i was
cold
i was that nigga on the camp like i was 10 years old
they holla flip, they holla mike jones, they holla bone
crusher
that reese and big song and i made headbusser,nigga
what about...me
(Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin
wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats
how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that
we had a million, what about me
(2nd Verse)
They holla petey pablo, and the rest of that shit
they holla puff but im on that deathrow shit
im on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
that real faith shit that make you go spray shit
they holla romeo and bow wow but what about lil boosie
i want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
i want to fuck with free and aj and freestyle with
tigger
blow doe wit beanie siegel ride low in q regal
im thuggin and them major labels know that
so they figure if they sign me one year later i'll have
a toe tag,look
they holla banner, they holla mase, and they holla
trick
but i know somebody know something that boosie shit
this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on
and mtv on im peeping ya holmes
hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
but the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga
then", nigga what about...me
(Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin
wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats
how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that
we had a million, what about me
(3rd Verse)
Im trillville my damn self, im a one man army like
russel simmons and def
got people rubbing they hair, i still aint forgave
myself
im feeling like tip, im tired of niggas in the cage im
feeling like pimp
yaw niggas listening to these rappers,they lieing
dont think cause this nigga swole bruh, that this nigga
soilder
these niggas telling lies to ya, so april fools
if you dont bump boo then the jokes on you
2 line crew, they started all that nasty shit
and buck down he started all that nasty bitch
tupac, told you bout the fucking guns,jigga, told ya
how to put the work in the can and...run
they holla skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug
though
and youngbuck i got love for, but what about...me
(Outro)
They gone feel this bitch here, all across the
world,nigga what about...me
Chorus)
Thats how im feeling when im with my niggas chillin
wishing that we had a million, what about...me, thats
how im feeling looking at my mama ceiling wishing that
we had a million, what about me
(Outro)
Say mane, i be feeling like, you know what im saying,
somebody,somewhere,gotta be hearing me, i should have
been blowed up, i know im rawwa than alot of these
niggas out here,thank a nigga hating somewhere, i dont
know what it is, ima keep it gutta though, im wildin
Yeah
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Sure bout dat lil daddy?
[Verse 1:]
Take a walk across that track where you see junkies pheens and robbers
Calicos and choppas infa-reds that spot yah
My niggaz got on dem reeboks with dem baby 9's tucked
Hollin I don't give a fuck if you love yo hood then throw it up
Now where the prayas prayers to us we need a Mill. man
Two days from Christmas and I gotta pay the bills man
So I'm on a rainy night with a gangsta who don't play no games
He love them fortys and them fortys don't get jam man
Now you wanna be gangsta step to me and you gon' disappear
My momma raised all dicks it ain't no pussy here
Now I love them gangstas from the lil ones to the ol g's
From the weed papers to the Optimo leaves we blow trees
So think about it when you step in that water
You wanna thug but you gotta thug harder nigga
[Chorus: x4]
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
[Verse 2:]
Verse two for the niggaz who knock knock who really wanna chop
For the niggaz who change like grades and made me write that animosity
For the niggaz who rap about you but that only make you betta
Everytime I hear my name it's like anotha love letter
This for them niggaz worst than you dude
For them niggaz who petti jack for thowbacks and Fubu
For the niggaz who steady stack ya playem' they a shoot you
For the one who drop hits on you bitches like Lil Boo do
You don't know bout the game you need a nigga to come and school you
You don't know bout this pain yo closest nigga he a fool you
You bust and you bang
Man you betta get ya bread cause niggaz comin to get yah behind the color blue with
Red Anotha shot of that hen I'm gon be tipsy man
Since they killed solja you will neva catch me slippin man
Let's grip this thing and fill our enemies with hot lead
Bury me thuggin I ain't scared just like Pac said
But I'm tired of runnin from guns too much smoke in my lungs
But they keep callin back so I gotta make runs
[Chorus: x4]
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
[Verse 3:]
You sho bout this yea you don't know bout this yea
Well is you down to bust a head(Head you know I ain't scared)
Well it take way more than half of you cross the track to the depth
Since you gon tat that on yo arm you gotta be bout that there
Meet me at twelve on the corner in the projects
I feel you real but I don't know cause we ain't ride yet
Now show me where the niggaz at who playin with my son
I'm a hit him up you walk over him knock out his lungs(Bluh)
And tell that nigga sumthin gangsta when you hit him up
Like what o you playin huh(Bluh Bluh)
And now we scratchin off the scene in the Elcamina
Streight to the river where the killas throw the black neenas
Now you official nigga
My nigga want love anybody play with you they get they issue nigga
We got them 45's and 38's 22's and 25's
12-gauges that come from lock with a hundred buck shots(Bluh Bluh)
You niggaz scared cause domes get blown and you ain't seen it yet
And them green eyes fuckin with yah and you dreamin that
It's consequences when you thug you betta ask my cuzin Bronson
Yeah they cut his braids off and seperate him from his young one
Yeah
Fa real nigga
Yeah
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
You wanna gang
You don't wanna get out here boy it's real out here
Look check this out
Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Answer that nigga
Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
I touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple
hard nines now I'm back on the grind on my side I gotta
nine, and I'm a go blind if u disrepect my mind, xxxxx
I'm fresh out that pad door still smokin halfs of dro,
still toughtin calicos, u niggas outta know I was cold
at 16, man I'm in n out of prison, my father figure
dead so dats how a nigga livin wat would u do, if u was
boosie, lead nigga who hate on u, ridin round scared
thinkin a nigga finna play with u, u gon ramble in that
bottom cause I lay down law, I cutt the quickness when
u play me cause I lay down jaw, if u ain't heard about
boosie then I making my mark, I cutt ya thoart, take ya
house, dats that souja slim talk, if u got money they
can't never hold u down in the dark, they can make ya
feel paid when dat money go talkin I...
I touchdown cause hell,
Touchdown and cause hell,
Touchdown and cause hell,
Touchdown and cause hell...
And I told myself I waznt go go to jail but I lied, now
my momma on ha knees and she cry, and daughter askin
where her daddy at n y, where he at n y, now the feds
on a nigga heart, gotta put my whip up cause lil boosie
smart, smart I touchdown, blusin the block, if ya owe
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill with all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
F**k it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'
It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought
How much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than walkin'
It's five stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
What kinda motor up in it think it can f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rear view mirrors
But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
F**k it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
I don't know but off the top I'm spendin' 85 stacks
With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz with me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street what's happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
[Chorus:]
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims & tires
Hatin ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin me down, And I don't know why
[x4]
Hold up wait a second,
Let me think for a second
[Lil' Boosie:]
Red Bandana, Red Lexus
Top notch nigga hoes call me black & sexy
Top notch whip on that good drink from texas
Got everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good cause it could go down
Mr. Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean as my ass
If I'm in that yellow thing I got on yellow to match
I would name my cars, but I ain't got time
Just got my fresh fade, check out my line
Ol' lady cross the street like "ain't that conley boy"
"That boy be on TV too, ain't that the same boy" (yea)
Fillin even better when I look in the mirror
Diamonds on my teeth when I'm smiling at the niggas
From the car lot, to the rim shop we crawl & we creep
Southside young beast that's how I come on these streets
[Chorus]
[Lil' Phat:]
Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces
Funeral home my whips up my whip game stupid
I'm in the back seat, I'm in the back seat
At the light, open the door, showin my ass
You know how phat be
Impala drop on shontaez
O it's the dumb way
Lil Mama takin pictures she saw me on
Rip the runway
Shinin got my neck right
Shinin got my mouth right
Ankles braclets in dimes so
Shinin got my walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Tiolet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My steve harvey look right on
Yea I know you see the ice
I'm on they cut the light on me
Gucci bag 50 grand in it
Look don't put yo hands in it
Do it the dummy way
You Catch me doin my dance with it
Lil' Phat young boss if you don't know me
Ain't no waitin, Ain't no thinkin
Nigga You gone have to show me
[Chorus]
[Mouse:]
(Why Why Hmm)
B.O. what these niggas mad at me for
Frowned up lookin cry baby like T.O.
Don't blame me nigga, blame my C-E-O
He want to take a trip, To the money Let's G-O
I got black women, white women,
Asain & creol
Pretty face, pretty feet, no corned foot fritos
See Mouse like cheese so my nick name cheetos
Fuck a favor, or a hand out, Ain't shit free hoe
I hop up out the chevy?, wildin full of cenotes
Yo baby momma & my friend wanna have a trio
When I work that lumber an huh yea she no
I beat that pussy up (beat it up) like deebo
Hold up, damn nigga why you hatin on me dough
I see it in yo face and I could read ya like cleo
Every Everybody know, we don't keep it on D-Low
Trill ENT yea a nigga know how we roll
Dis here 4 all my real niggas
[Chorus: x2]
I got luv 4 my nigga, I thugs with my nigga, blow drugs with my nigga, I go jose with my nigga
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
[Hatchboy:]
Dats my N-I-double G-A dat's my nigga who don't be trippin bout catchin a murder case
Got da urge to spray mayne dat's my right hand dawg
If I'm doin bad he sheed ain't gon let his nigga all fall
And I'm one call away I got him on speed dial sheed
When I need da k to burn you bitches block away
I got some niggas in da parish dey can't be da system
I got some niggas on my block holdin shit like sum missiles
I got some niggas grilled diamonds all on dey dentures
I got some niggas healed up from the shells dat hit em
And my nigga my nigga my muthafuckin dawg
We do da same thing hustle stacks so we can ball
Me & my nigga like baby & slim sumthin like shady & dem
We rap hustle tryna see shit like shady & dem
But dat's my dawg all real nuthin shady in him
I got a k and you can play bitch I'm a spray it with him
[Chorus: x2]
I got luv 4 my nigga, I thugs with my nigga, blow drugs with my nigga, I go jose with my nigga
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
[Boosie:]
I thug with dis nigga, hit clubs with dis nigga, retarded
When he on my mind I get my line and I call him
Tell him when he be trippin brothas from anotha motha
Neva gon catch him slippin specially if he with his brotha
Hustle jus like his dawg
We might argue sumtimes but you know deep inside wat's yours is mine
I put my hand up on da bible and lie for dis dude
Go back to slingin crack for his child to have food
And it get deep you fuck with him you meet da reepa
I'm dying for my people slingin iron for my people
Poppin cars fuckin broads we did dat shit togetha
Summer winter spring & fall we shine in any weather
Goin hard on my shide living large on my side
Smokin dat purple at da awards on my side
And if he fall off I pick him up
Nigga what yo need got da money got da liquor got da bitches got da weed
[Chorus: x2]
I got luv 4 my nigga, I thugs with my nigga, blow drugs with my nigga, I go jose with my nigga
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
Dat's my muthafuckin dawg
[Intro:]
[Boosie in the background]
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
[Webbie (over Boosie's voice):]
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right...
[Chorus 1: Boosie]
You ain't never had shit (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em
[Verse 1: Boosie]
Now you might catch me on the interstate (I-10)
Actin bad
Hoes hollerin there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang (I keep that thang)
There go that boy spinnin hard (yeah)
From lane to lane
Don't play no games
Cause I'll make you out a demonstration (a demonstration)
Why you swervin cause they hatin
Why they hatin cause you makin
This cash dog (big money)
It's Hatch dog who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceilin you ain't rollin with me
I got this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggaz on them pcp's made you get out they way
Hayyy!
People hollerin why you act like this (why boo)
Is it them pills? Hell noooo it's this savage shit
That I done lived
Keep it real you be swervin too (swervin too)
If your shit spinnin
About a thousand hoes done hurdled you
That dirty do
Anything to attract them hoes (check them out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4's
This how it goes
You by the club swerve
You with your girl swerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve
[Chorus 2: Boosie]
You ain't never had shit (unh unh)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (unn huh)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em
[repeat]
[Verse 2: Webbie]
I'm goin 55 in the burbon straight swervin
With a high yellow fine virgin and we swervin
Hollerin I'm a fool boy ya heard me straight swervin
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swervin
Hit the parkin lot by the club just swervin
Headlights shinin on my dubs while I'm swervin
I keep an old pistol on my lap while I'm swervin
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 6 by 9's with the slap while I'm swervin
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swervin
A four or five hunderd dollar stack big swervin
Smokin on some doesha early Monday and I been swervin since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swervin
Shit I done took my eyes up off the road when I was rubbin on that cat
Doin it big like that nigga swervin
It's all good we on the map Baton Rouge where you at swerve
[Chorus 2: x2]
[Verse 3: Boosie]
This for my dogs in penitentiary (in the pen)
Who holla shit like gutter gutter when you mention me
And Hennessy
Man that hen got me swervin crazy (swervin crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil bleet hollerin in the back (in the back)
I'm in my sts lil jr in my other lac
Don't fuck with Hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that nina ross (that nina ross)
It's on your head bitch you dead I'll pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the South side of Baton Rouge
Where niggaz swervin on them 20's and them 22's
We act a fool
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppers with them fuckin screens
Sippin that lean
Actin like I never had shit
Bust your head in traffic
I'll wrap you up in plastic
Show your ass magic
Abrah kadabrah kadoo here go lil boo
This verse for all my hoes who be swervin too
SSB swerve (bottom)
UPT swerve (top)
Park T Easy T CC serve
Fairfield swerve
Sherwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge it's all good swerve
[intro x2]
[Boosie:]
I never had... swerve
This for my daddy... swerve
I'm gettin cash... swerve
I act a ass... swerve
[Outro:]
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh
Dats what they like
Oh u like that huh
Dats what they like
Lil nigga big name, big watch, and big chain,
Big o big earrings, blang dats what they like
Oh she like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Paint drips, big whips, big dawgs wit dem big chips
Dem big guns dem big clips
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Candy paint, sippin syrup, 26's on the curb
Whole click flippin birds (girl)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Dolla signs, rubba bands roun cash
Mayne u got a ole lady still takin care yo ass
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh huh dats what like
Going fishin on the banks of Mississippi
Everything u tell that nigga he listen that nigga trippin
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit
Dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like
I den threw up in the charger
I kno u hear dat hemi
Stop in front yo house and tell u jump in it (fo real)
And u like dat huh dats what they like
And u like dat huh dats what they like
Leather seats, gettin fucked on the beach
Nigga hit u fo two hours and put u to sleep
But u like dat huh dats what they like
Oh u like dat huh dats what they like
Lookin good, smellin good,niggas spect lil b in every hood
I hold it down for Baton Rouge
And they like dat huh, dats what they like
And they like dat huh dats what they like
Gucci shades, on my lil boosie fade
Fitted hat some days, throw back Oakland a's
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
I rock bemmas, I rock caddy's, I rock benz's
Its crucial, every time u see me fresh
Out the cleaners dats boosie
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
And u like dat huh, dats what they like
When u lookin good (whoo) dats what they like
When u smellin good (whoo)
U respect lil b in every hood (whoo) dats what they like
Dey like lil boosie spit dat real shit dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh dats what they like
Girl u like dat huh huh, dats what they like
They like tv's and dvds (huh bruh)
They like to take big trips ova seas (ah huh)
They like to do the rodeo from the front from back
They like to give me head
Cause they know I’m comin back
But money don’t make me
I make money
I hate 20 dolla bills, I like hundreds
Ivory hunta say dey like dat
She aint lyin, she back up all the time
Cause she kno huh daddy shine
Leave a bad bitch blind by the sound of my voice
So before I count to nine i don made dat girl moist
And kno what (kno what nigga) I got my own haircut
Ke I said on rap city nigga
I can't complain
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
But I'm protected by his fears
So death I don't fear...
Through all the struggles (mannnn)
Through all the pain (say that)
Through all the rumors god still blessin boosie (fuckin right)
Fuck a nigga god protected lil boosie
Will a pussy nigga shoot me his spirit'll bullet proof me,
Bless many things I dreamed bout when I was small
99 problems but he helped me get through em all (realll)
Keep me healthy so I can get through to ya
Every night I thank god I'm a super star
Through all the murders, through all the jail time
Coulda been indicted nigga kept it real? lane? line
Long nights on the blocks, hands full of rocks
He was that feeling tell ya take it in lil nigga
She knoe he gettin money, so tell me why she trippin
She just don't know bookoo hoes won't be up in her position
Got a nigga stressed out (I ain't worried)
Gettin 15 gs stay swervin...
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
But I'm protected by his fears
So death I don't fear...
I know he blessed me this christmas,
Gunna have a happy new year
With all my family and my niggas
Bread done got thicker, thanks to him
God don't let em walk down on me like soulja slim
A 100 thousand the first month, you know it's him
This watch, this chain, this bracelet,
God gone make me go for them
Bitch I play a? butterem?
Bad bitches lovin him,
These streets ain't the place for me
Police tryin to put a case on me,
But god see that we all created equal
Some hustle harder then others
Regardless we all brothers
Just come from different mothers
Niggas I used to fuck with are? now me now?
Got me thinkin to myself is they gunna try me now
I called that, three hemis and a couple old schools
I make a nigga bring that drama to ya whole crew
They want my hand in my lap, lay me down
I stay strapped with 50 rounds
And it's goin down...
She keep on stressin me (she keep on stressin me)
But he keep on blessin me (yea, he keep on bleesin me)
Niggas wanna kill me (niggas wanna kill me)
But I'm protected by his fears
If I could take it all bac...
If I could take it all bac I wouldn't change shyt same 3 bby mama's same
Cross da track click same uncle still tlkin dat shyt same real niggas still
Takin mi lick's if I could bring daddy bac 2 da first day should of told
Lil ivy stay home 4 his birthday same main man same gutta bytch thank god
Tee u aint get caught up n dis gutta shyt me n sassy I regret da nite I
Meet webbie all dis shyt was a blessin
If I could take it all bac fuc surp fuck weed fuck birds tryin make da
World swerve I wish I could bring cash money bac get mi bean-ma bac even
Drop a fuckin signal wit mac I wish avina had her son bac n daddy never
Touch crack n donkey never saw a gack I wish mi nigga d-d could of called
Me n told me wat da deal was I problay could of help em unh unh hun same ol
Child hood same ol mama same ol cubby c-o same hood rat hoes
If I could start mi life from scratch n
if I could take away da pain off mi bac
If I could make a changes I could do just dat
I give ere dang just 2 go ryte bac (2*)
Same gangsta musik tape bangin n mi jet same wayne gang chain hangin
(Hangin) off mi neck same high skool man McKinley was da spot same old
Cross rova same 3 parent's shot's if I could take all bac from da start
Never fuckd wit hug n smart never touch same ban-dana hangin from mi
Mirror I dnt regret none of da bond's I made 4 mi nigga's same hustlin
Skills main man on dis blk shyt same hood ways dis bottom n dis top shyt
Nigga's who I rock wit now I dnt rock wit I dnt regret nuffin (doug) we all
Made a pride fit if I could bring bac mi homies shidd shyt would b
Different no more pill poppin ere body start gettin it flashin coat were a
If You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard...
I got it
I got it
I got it
Let's go now baby
[Chorus: x2]
If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
[Boosie:]
I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price
My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life
Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up
And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code
Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter
Listen Up I'm A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And It's Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find
Soft Mixed With Dem Green Beans That's For Them Real True Dope Fiends
That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack
Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If It's Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic
Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen
They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending With It
High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em With I Got It I Got It
[Chorus: x2]
If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard
If you got some work that soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
If if you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard.
[Big Head:]
I'm the kitchen type
I'm the whipping type
You turn to whipping white
Then grab and whip it right
Get the cake blender, and the cake bowl
Cake mix, baking soda now the cake swole
I'm the bank, don't believe me check my bank roll
Stacks baby! Perfect timing keep it white so it ain't gold
You wanna see some magic? give me the compact
Hot water hit the plastic then it jump back (abra cadabra)
I'm a turn them white pies into nigga pies
Now they hypnotized, and they got bigger eyes
And we got bigger rides, with the bigger tires
On the strip we make grip like grip flies
Matter fact my block hot like french fries
Will I stop? I think not I gotta get mine
I'm the goon doctor give it to me I can fix it
I got a large apetite I need a meal ticket
[Chorus: x2]
If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft
[Foxx]:
You need a whole thang just text me
That white bitch she sexin me
Let me find a pot let me see that soda
Get the fuck up out the kitchen, you don't like the odor
I'm taught well learn from a soldier
My cousin sold it my uncle smoke it
When I was 12 one day I stole it
Made a couple dollas I couldn't control it
Hustl'n hustl'n
I been cookin and whoopin it
I been duckin and dodgin 'em
It ain't right but I'm pushin it
Judge told me I'm pushin it
Fuck the judge cause I'm pusin it
My lil boy need diapers and my old lady she full of shit
I be on the hot stove where the pots go
Get the scale out, Joe watch the door
I'm Chicken Shack, I'm Popeyes, I'm KFC it's rock and roll
Rollin rock, these patrollin cops
They don't even knock, they come in with glocks
I'm a pull a Pac, I'm a drop one
Cause a whole brick they'll hang Foxx
That white thang cost nice change
Bout 50k'll get you in the game
You got it soft, I'll make it hard
Get a whole bird for Lebron James
You might say I should be a cafeteria worker
The way I whope over that stove when I'm fulla da purple
[Chorus: x2]
If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard
If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard
I'm a situation starter I got it from my father,
I don't act like this I'm built like this,
A situation starter I got it from my father,
I'll lay yo ass down an I put that on my daughter.
Daddy put me in that water
With a .45 revolver,
A bad attitude with sum hands that gonn slaughter
Plus he taught me sence he told me bout these niggaz,
He told me who the pussies and he told me who the killaz
Pluz I got him smokin hash, I'm strictly a Lil savage
Plus I got his hustle in me I ain't really bout no jackin
Plus he made me happy I'm talkin bout my daddy
And plus he made me fashion cause I love versache glasses
Plus he sjoowed me how to roll em out dats sumthin with the doulja
He walked to that levy cock it back and let it go
Mane he crowed my own cuzin daddy ain't give a fuck
Plus he told my brother jump in or he gonn buss his ass up
I'm a situation starter I got it from my father,
I don't act like this I'm built like this,
A situation starter I got it from my father,
I'll lay yo ass down an I put that on my daughter.
See my daddy was up easy town
When peter rabbit sweeped the clown
Moved me to that south an got on work with them evil clowns
Always kept a heater round, say lil boosie boy dis a gun
When you get older an a lil colder you mite need ya one
Sence I done got a .45 boy I keep me one
You think I'm bad as a bitch you need ta see my son
Jail don't phase plus my daddy raised me
They can't give ya life then you'll be back baby
He left his .380 but I put it in the attic
It's choppa season daddy nigga can't duck it nor they can't catch it
Knew I was gonn be a savage when I hit the 5th grade
I whipped my dick out and got 3 days dats how I'm raised
I'm a situation starter I got it from my father,
I don't act like this I'm built like this,
A situation starter I got it from my father,
I'll lay yo ass down an I put that on my daughter.
I gotta tell ya daddy mamma got a friend,
But ain't no nigga movin in and I gave tq the benz
And kirby still my friend, we thuggin till the end
They got sum purple shit now daddy make a nigga head spin...
And the pitchers they all dead richard jackson he gonn
Brunson he locked up and sneeds done came home
The weed done came strong on my side of the track
I lay down law like judge judy and ain't none fuckin with dat
And I talk to these niggaz just like t handle these niggaz juss like you
Test my niggaz heart out to see what dem boys bout
I got sum bitches out here daddy you would love ta fuck
And I'm a 100 grand nigga ain't none fuckin with us
I'm a situation starter I got it from my father,
I don't act like this I'm built like this,
A situation starter I got it from my father,
Lil Boosie Bad Azz
Take A Ride With Me Nigga
Real Slow
I Roll Slow Through The Ghetto Kid's Holla' Boosie
This Life A Nigga Livin' Like I'm Starring In A Movie
Fresh Out The Jacuzzi Lil Powder On My Chest
Got 30 On My Neck Turk And Mel Just Cut The Check
The Old People Hollin' Bad Azz Boy You Blessed
Just Keep Your Head Up And Let God Do The Rest Cause
So I Ride Clean With Gucci Glasses Eatin' Fettuccine
In The Rooms With Savage Got The Screens In The
Back Seat, Girls Scream In The Back Seats Black
Tank, Black Hot With A Dime Piece Yeha I'm For Real
And I Wake Up Every Morning Tryin To Get That Mil'
Told My Momma I'mma Change But You Will See That
This World Full Of Trouble And I'm Boosie B
The B That's For Bad Azz Fast Cash Is What A Nigga
Chasing Headin' To The Top Cause I Ain't Got No Patience
[Chorus: x2]
Real Slow Take A Ride With Me Nigga Where The 5 0 Ride On A Nigga
Real Slow Take A Ride With Me Nigga Where The Good Niggas Die By The Trigga'
Real Slow
I Made A Right On Myrtle Myrtle Huh
Time To Smoke On Me Some Purple Purple Nuh
Let My Top Back And Cock My Glock Back
And Now I'm Crusin' Night Time Hit Had To
Quit Distributing I Called Up Fire Red
She Say She Got Something For Me
Shawty She Strait Thugin' That Girl
Can Take Something Eat Piccadilly
Four Times A Day All The Bad Bitches
Like Boosie You Don Gained Yo Weight
Motivate Me Girl And Let Me Know I'm Da Shit
Tell Em' Bout Me Girl So They Can Know I'm Da Shit
I Let Down My Window And Stick Out My Wrist
I Let The Doors Up And Jump Out Of My Shit
And All The Chicks Be Fascinated Cause I'm Fresh Faded
The Hood Glad I Made It Get Your Bread Hatch Baby
20 Miles Per Hour In The Heat Of The Night
Crusin' Down Airline Livin That Life
[Chrous x2]
I Made A Right On Highland Road Saw Some Lil Niggas
Throwing Fours The Lil Nigga In The Black Say Them 24's
I Told Him Yea And You Can Get Em If You Get A Roll
On The Block The Cops Hot So We Ride Slow
No Beat Just The Highs And The Highs Low
Stop At The Fina Got A Tee And A Bandanna
A Baby Bottle Of That Lean And A Grape Fanta
Got My Shit Cut Fresh By My Nigga Poohla
Falling Asleep In The Chair Me And My Ruger
I Had To Shake Back Quick Off Of Nestea
Got Out The Chair Iced Up And A Fresh Tee Steve Harvey
That's Me Car Up In Reverse I Put It In Drive
One Destinated Roller But We All Get High
Slow Motion When We Ride But We All Go Live
Comin Through That South Swerving Side To Side And We Ride
Oh Yeah
Boosie Bad Ass
And We All Got Some Ratchet In Us
Everybody Got A Lil Rachet In Them
(They Going To Love This One)
This For My Rachet Niggas This For My Rachet Hoes Who Come Out Their Clothes Cause Lil Boosie Got To Go And I'm A Rachet Nigga But I'm A Savage Nigga You Want To Verse 10g's And Put The Taxes With It You Got A Rachet City You Got A Pocket Full Of Hoes With Some Saggy Titties And You The Sickest Look My Nigga Manuka He Got That Anadope They Call Him Rachet In That Bottom Cause He Moved That Coke
Now Were Big Papa At You No He Rackin To You Know He Take Them X Pills He Pop Them 2 By 2 She In The Club Jiggin Like She A Classic Chick She On The Wall Posted Up You Know You Rachet Bitch She Got Bout Nine Children But She Be Making Fedish But I Can't Talk About Lil Momma Cause I Got Three Already And Yeah I Missed My Daddy He Was A Rachet Thug Main He Showed Me The Game About These Rachet Thugs This The 3tboes Bandanas Dallas Texas This For That Rachet Nigga Stunting In His Cousin Lexis The President He Rachet And Sadun Main His Rachet Ass Didn't Have To Send Them Mutherfucking Planes I Think It's Overcame It May Be Over Dosier It's Sad To Say But Usa They Got Some Rachet Soldiers, I Think It's Overcame It May Be Over Dosier It's Sad To Say But Usa They Got Some Rachet Soldiers
Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Come On Now Do The Rachet Yeah
Do The Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet Man We All Got Some Rachet In Us Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Yeah Do The Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet Man We All Got Some Rachet In Us
Mr. Mandigo Rachet King Rechet Man Gospil City Jumping And Doing The Rechet Dance I'm Retchet When I Talk I'm Retchet When I Walk I'm A Rachet Ass Nigga That's My Mudea Thought We Ratchet Broad Love Now They Stand Right At Hood Rich Rechetafied And Why They Hating At It Don't Pop Pills But I Get Jiggy I Got That Anadope See The Road Ratchet City Big Dog Big Money I'm Goin' To Jig With Mine Nigga Mad I Got Cash I'm Fresh With Mine I'm A Gold Hard Ratchet And A Money Making Ratchet My Lava House Esi Got Theses Hoes Getting Ratchet I'm Wearing This Ice I Live A Ratchet Life I Ain't Got To Rap I Started This Ratchet Heights My Ratchet Ways Got Theses Boys Drove I Flip Thirty Cord We Cope Plenty Hoes
Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Come On Now Do The Rachet Yeah
Do The Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet Man We All Got Some Rachet In Us Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Yeah Do The Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet He Rachet She Rachet Man We All Got Some Rachet In Us
I'm Ratchet Out The Game Ain't No Reason To Lye I Been Ratchet Since 82 So I'm Ratchetedfied Till I Die I Can Ratchet With These Hoes Out The Puff And This Fire And Then I Call My Ratchet Home Boys We All Go Live Yeah You Look Class And Jazz But Knowing You Nasty Behind Them Close Doors You Skeet O's Be Getting Rachet Monica Lewinsky Is A Proof Of Ratchetfet Bill Clinton Had Her On Her Knees Slobing On Them Sacks Doctors Be Getting Ratchet, Nursies Be Getting Ratchet, Lawyers, D.A. And Judges The Whole Jury Getting Ratchet Swanging In Up In The Wagon On My Way To The Club How About With Yesterday Clothes On Looking Like A Ratchet Thug Holla At My Ratchet Cause He Got Plenty Of Ratchet Girls Willing To Do The Ratchet Rachet To Hang With Us It Don't Matter Were You Go You See Rachet Hoes And Rachet Niggas So Come On And Get Rachet With Us
Now Do The Rachet Oh Yeah Now Do The Rachet Come On Now Do The Rachet Yeah
[Chorus:]
What you want them pills, what you want them pills, what you want them pills, what you want them pills, what you want them pills them pills, (yeah), (yeah), (yeah), them pills ecstasy ecstasy
[Verse 1:]
I'm comin through in the drop nigga mouth off 'lot everybody hollerin Badazz how many you got I gave one to Lil Donkey, gave one to Big Curby, gave one to Lil Bleek now the whole car swervin she said smile for me daddy I can't my grill out they say once you pop a double stack it ain't no comin back and a matter fact we got a ecstasy spot somethin yellow somethin blue pill like Badazz watch. See my momma she hate it but my lil mama love it cause she be dehydratin every time we be fuckin tryin to holla at it in public try to throw people off but everybody know I'm rollin when they look at my mouth I'm rollin hard and I'm ballin Badazz stay shotcallin what kind a pills you wanna chew doublestack blue dolphin we gon ride to the mornin we gon go get right them bling bitches they gon have a nigga rollin all night.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I'm on them yellow gators feelin good ballin my ass off, this alligator is showin me cause I'm talkin my ass off, I saw a redbone I couldn't let her pass dawg I told her when they be rollin they call me Southside mad dog. 30 minutes went by now it's on a nigga sweat drippin off my face plus I'm on that liquor my eyes buckwide I'm peepin these niggas and you know when I be rollin man I gotta keep that pistol it's gettin hot in here I got on my tank top listenin to that Boosie man I'm feelin like Young Pac I need some gum now my mouth den got dry and I den smoked 100 blunts man I still ain't high in Baton Rouge they be jiggy like some thunder cats we got them slithers them aka them 100 packs you pop one you pop two now you like that you just left the pill man house know you right back
[Chorus x2]
[Foxx:]
Eyes buck shades on I know you den popped somethin talkin all up in my ear shut up and get knocked fuckin I got wookeys and trojans poppin pills like motrins and all my niggas nasty be careful who you approachin I'm sweatin like the playoffs with my niggas and they off I need to take a day off jiggin like it's okay boss I'm rollin off the double ups shawty she wanna cuddle up but I'm a pull that cover up and fuck ain't tryin to make no baby I'm just tryin to catch a nut den flip her through the clit cause Boosie said he had ups power up.
[Verse 4:]
Remix nigga, remix nigga, remix (let me get these niggas again then) 40 pills in my pocket 40 mo in my wallet 100 packs in the coat 100 packs in the bottle I pop pills I'm a roller I started the life started chewin them bitches like vitamins when you fuckin with titles rollin hard in my system she ready huh bro tryin to get somebody daughter butt naked huh bro I got my niggas in this bitch they jiggin in this bitch and they ain't never had a feelin like this remix power up power up power up nigga Savage Junior you ready you got yo sprite nigga now lil junior on them pills now Lil Bleek on them pills they one of me now Badazz on them pills the whole track on them pills now Big Curby on them pills him and Head Bussa they swervin on dem pills
[Verse 1:]
Every since I was a lil nigga always wanted to be better
So I always hustle harder always grind smarter
Cause my mama taught me how to be perfect how to write cursive
Back in high school I had a pass like NASH, I draw the best pictures
Painted all my pictures, clothes out the cleaners every since I was teen
Got the best things from the cars to the bling
Real street nigga I don't see how they could hate you (fuck em)
Ain't nobody perfect it's the effort that makes you
Got my own style special like my brother (TQ)
I teach the whole hood man I'm special like my mother
I fucked alot of models like Russell Simmons
Played alot of women I wouldn't call the shit pimpin
Made alot of mad songs made alot of sad songs
But you can bet that I never made a bad song
[CHORUS:]
Perfection (Boosie) Perfection (Boosie) Perfection (Boosie)
Perfection I do it to perfection perfection
I do it to perfection perfection if you try to be
Perfectly (perfect) cause when you do you can only get better (that's right)
You should try to be perfectly cause when you do you can only get better (that's right)
[Verse 2:]
Look, I gotta sack on me 20 cash on me
Cook the best chicken, breast, and macaronii
And I don't even know y dey hatin on me, so I make a song to let em know I know dey hatin on me(I know nigga)
In the game I'm the young walter payton (sweetness) got my own look
Fuck it sang my own hook, put that dick down good teach your girl a lesson
Tell a ghetto story teach a thug a lesson, yeah you living that life but your mama stressin
So you ain't perfect you still eatin at the churches
Still feel kinda worthless when your friends gone
Never thought you'd need friends to lean on
I'm perfect with this pimpin, I'm perfect with this muthafuckin insulin
I got my own haircut I'm way fresher evisu's cuffed 1 time
This is for my niggas, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my niggas
my luv, my cock it back ready to bust
Boosie Bad Azz
(Now) If you love yo nigga, Hug yo nigga (hug yo nigga)
Look em' dead in the eye
And tell yo nigga
tell that nigga you love em' (you love them)
We started out
smoking weed in the park
vision in our eyes
tryin make it home foe dark
flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans
fuckin wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline
trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off
gotta find a junkie
at the bottom mad dog
all fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets
and even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top)
I cut class wit this nigga
act a ass wit this nigga
off that hide-go-get
unless them hoes suckin dick
feeling like the shit on the first week of school
till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool
member when we first started grindin'
they was giving us hell
all the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells
but the OG's started chosen
we busted the hood open
and my niggas they keep a nigga rollin
I Love ya
yeah I love my niggas (I love my niggas)
and all my niggas love me (They Love me)
yeah I love my niggas (I love y'all nigga)
Till eternity (4 life)
This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother
Brunson Ed Lova and my nigga headbussa
This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST
This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace
This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce
Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too
For Tony T. my nigga Goola and Project Pat
This for Lil' Mel off the BL
For Titus and Timmy, I aint seen em' in a minute
This for my nigga Gator on the purple purple spinage
This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow)
This for my nigga Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders
For the families, The Hatches, The Givens
for the prays they were sending that keep a nigga living
This for Webbie
we had that argument that day
he still came to see me in the hospital the next day
He must love Me
Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou
end up in penitentiary
If I tell you that I love you I mean (I meant that nigga)
that aint this liquor or these pills that's the way a nigga feel on the real
hung around the nigga so much we like the same hoes
spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes
on the rode they be wit me city to city
they watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss shit
This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down
This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town
This for my son tootie that's my lil nigga
and even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya
Say Que a nigga miss ya and I miss ya peeps (Chicago man)
Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets
What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block
This for my niggas in the cell block (WOW)
I wanna thank that nigga Pimp C for everythang nigga
All the love believe that
I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk
for not quitting on a nigga
keeping me focus
keeping my mind right, all the way right
My mind right, bread right, whateva
I wanna thank my family for the prays
The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT
[Verse 1:]
I woke up wiped the cold out my face bruh
Here come this bitch put me one lesser with my pager
Hour later, she rollin' thru on the set dawg
Askin' for bread and I ain't get that pussy yet dawg
Broke her off 30, shit, I ain't hurtin' I got it comin'
But you ain't my woman, so I don't know who the fuck you runnin'
You with all that stuntin', tryna play me like it's wicked
But this bitch is pretty to say "shiiit, fuck it forget"
She hit me up daily, drivin' me crazy, hoppin' out on the block
Gettin' loud and fuck the crowd up, she gotta be stopped
And shit ain't called a minute, I tried to end it so I cheer bruh
But this bitch dented my car, so I'm down to kill her
Shiit, but it's okay I'm a get you in the long run
And you gon' need them 50 dollars when you want sum'n
So gon' head, I'm a show you the mane
Caught her fuckin' in the zone and KO'd her for playin'
[Chorus:]
I called ma bitch, ain't talked to ma bitch
So I slaughtered ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I owed ma bitch
I showed ma bitch, I KO'D ma bitch
Nigga that was the night I...
Called ma bitch, ain't talked to ma bitch
So I slaughtered ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I owed ma bitch
I showed ma bitch, I KO'D ma bitch
Nigga that was the night I...
[Verse 2:]
This next bitch was a 11 with a hair-do
When she came over, first thing I tol' her I got ta have you
So we hooked up but she ain't play it like she 'pposed to
Almost had down what everything a nigga supposed to
What if they jo's boo, shiiit, would you be buckin' that much?
Shit his bread long like mine, what? he gone fuck til I touch?
Shit, you seem real. You coulda been with Lil Boo
Went to the parish to see my nigga, you was seein' one too
Damn, you gon' get slammed when you visit me guhl
All I want is a couple slaps, you gon' give this to me guhl? NO!
Shiit, but you won't get yo brotha must want him on the news
Left that fool under they covers
Now here come trouble, this bitch is holl'n bout she pregnant
Claimin' it's mine but I know I ain't fucked her in a second
I hit that nigga Kevin and we found out she was stayin' with a nigga
Make that bitch drink clorox just for playin' with a nigga
[Chorus:]
I called ma bitch, ain't talked to ma bitch
So I slaughtered ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I run ma bitch
I stomped ma bitch, slipped and punch that [BAM]
Nigga that is the night I owed ma bitch
I showed ma bitch, slip KO'd that bitch
Nigga that was the night I run ma bitch
I stomped ma bitch, slipped and punch ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I...
[Verse 3:]
This last bitch was on some smack shit
That's sum'n I couldn't deal with
But what I found out, I liked her more than a lil bit
Shit, fuck with my mind I broke her paper
She know that I'm major so in her purse she keep a razor
These bitches, they hate her so I guess that's why she bitchin'
I'm tryna tell her they just want to be in her position
I'm tryna tell her yo best friend tol' you leave me
Been keepin' this in but I can tell she wanna freak me
And now that we beefin', shiiit, ain't no love lost
2002 is all about Boos, so this thug cost
And damn, mane this bitch complain to people cause I left her
Talkin' about the weed and cheddar, I can't wait to catch her
Fuck it, now she wanna come and fuck me
I beat it up for hours ackin' like I ain't know nuttin'
And fuck a discussion, now it's time to take her home
Dropped her off butt-naked on the levee in the stones
[Chorus:]
I called ma bitch, ain't talked to ma bitch
So I slaughtered ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I maced ma bitch
I chased ma bitch, I OJ'd ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I jammed ma bitch
I fammed ma bitch, I choke-slammed ma bitch
Nigga, that was the night I caught ma bitch
I slaughtered ma bitch, put in the water with ma bitch
[Intro:]
Uh oh loose as a goose
I'll be loose as a goose
Loose as a goose
I'll be loose as a goose
Loose as a goose
I'll be loose as a goose
[Chorus:]
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
2 shots of patron comin all at tha party
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
With a click on tha niggas when I step off in da party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
Full of that liquor when I step up off in tha party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
Gon on them jiggas when I step up in tha party
Knock Knock Knock Knock
Don't get me started
Cause I'll wild out n clock clock loc 40'
Knock Knock Knock Knock
Don't get me started
Cause it can get retarted yeah heard me retarted
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
Got a body bag
And a couple masks
I bust his ass then I pop a nut in half
Comin through the club man I got my own swag
Don't look wrong cause I will get on your ass
Goons on deck all my niggas acting bad
Wipe me down on girl I'm Boosie Badass
That liquor got me trippin can I have you girl (please)
Can you give me head in the bathroom girl
4 car garage man I'm in my own world
Neck full of pieces
Bitch you got to see me
Always good lookin
My mouth kind of crucket
I'll be loose all in Central Bookin
I'm Boosie Badass
[Chorus:]
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
2 shots of patron comin all at tha party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
With a click on tha niggas when I step off in da party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
Full of that liquor when I step up in tha party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
Gon on them niggas when I step off in tha party
[Verse 2: Foxx]
I'll be loose as a freak hoe
That fuck 'n givin ya deep throat
We in the club deep depot
My tolerance is zero
When I'll be in the club are you ready on the dealio
V.I.P cause it will be full with bad bitches like a video
And I'm standing where you do that
We buying all that moet
You bet take your H*e and leave if we haven't got your H*e yet
I'm loose like a goose
With a duce of that juice
I mite slow your ass down but for me it is a boost
I am a motherfucking gangster in the club where the G's at
And I ain't taking my car when they ask where your keys at
Make ya all OI lady put your head where your knees at
If you don't break it of they find ha where they leaves at
Dolla Dolla bill all a nigga really need
I knew how to count the money before I knew how to read
Bet that choppa go and knock a nigga arm out his sleeve
Cause when I get loose somebody child gone bleed
[Chorus:]
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
2 shots of patron comin all at tha party
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
With a click on tha niggas when I step off in da party
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
Full of that liquor when I step off in tha party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
Gon on them niggas when I step up in tha party
[Verse 3:]
I say Gone mama tata
That's all good
Take a look up at the roof
I't me telling somethin silly
Be down on that nigga
I'm really am a villin
Going back going back
I'm in the motherfucking guttar
Do what you do
Watch my sneakers
I spend good money
Step on it and I sneak ya
I am to pieces
Like I got a whighles
Giving to Boosie everybody
You know know the jiggles
It's sittin on my mouth
A couple in my hand
Going to take a ride to Simon
Gonna wear a bandana
Don't think about it nigga
You ain't got a chance
Last night I hit ya bitch up in a three point stance
I was up on stage tellin 'he DJ run'
Got a couple real niggas
That keep on coming when I just blow the wistle
When my mind, when my mind yeah
I think this is getting old
In the club like it should be
Getting my head chopped off
[Chorus:]
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
2 shots of patron comin all at tha party
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
With a click on tha niggas when I step off in da party
I'll be loose as a goose don't get me started
Full of that liquor when I step off in tha party
Loose as a goose don't get me started
[Verse 1:]
Now I'm a keep gettin money keep rockin shows if you think that it's impossible I'm a make you bitch niggas believe and I shocked the world you niggas ain't ready you pillow talkin with these hoes I'm on the grind gettin fetti they say I'm on ecs, I sip syrup, I flip birds but nigga I be chillin with my little girl in a whole 'nother world but look at my fit, look at my bitch, look at my wrist, my charger got full blown a's yeah my shit is sick boosie this boosie that well boosie keep a thirty strap my dawg he shot the murder gat but boosie took the murder wrap and bail money to me like leaf on a tree it's plenty more where that came from better ask my nigga Tee my nigga Youngster got me backed up the click den got strong Head Bussa got some days but wait till Donkey come home I'm so anxious to hit the top it's a shame that's why I ont understand how these rap niggas be playin them games I'm from the hood where the good grow daily these niggas start hatin when I rolled my first
Mercedes most of em congratulate me but fuck dem my family dey glad I made it ice all over my body now I'm acting baby.
[Chorus:]
Look at me now you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad bitch look at me now when I ain't have shit it won't all this mad shit Look at me now you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad but nigga look you mad bitch look at me now when I ain't have shit it won't all this mad shit
[Verse 2: Big Head]
Guess who in the building you already know while you dolla stack paper mine already grow Big Head The Dome Doctor the father of flow young disciples let me in cause god at the door don't get mad cause I'm grammy and I started ya hoe pimp a smile when you see me wipe the sweat off your robe walk on Bright Street and then ripple walk to the store take a picture if my chain got you watchin me whoa. If you holla I'm a holla back that's for sho but I got enough friends I ont need no more I'm ligate boo I ain't gotta speed no more all cush I ont smoke regular weed no mo you under me my nig I ont scoop that low you probably die when you see a big coupe that glow I emerged from the suit kitchen now I got a new kitchen why ont you look for my top because my roof missin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I went from bottle chains to diamond rings went from eatin out a corner stores to poppa do's went from recording da trillest man with neutral acts to recording shit with Mannie Fresh on crucial tracks you need to get like that ya stupid ass nigga and get on ya shit and er'time you playa hate the sicker I get look at me now nigga I'm lookin good you can tell I ain't from round here if I ain't in Baton Rouge nigga look at me now I'm the shit on the streets if I ain't in yo cd you better start fuckin with me I'm up in the streets so I know when a nigga discussin Lil B and I ont never pay for pussy I'm fuckin em free my attitude gangsta I never change I'm the real deal Holyfield up in this game get ya bread maintained that's the motto crystale off the bottle actin bad in the tower while they swallow nigga look at me now.
These are the words of a real nigga
NIGGA
Figure of speech
Whea I'm from
Know what I'm talking bout
Boosie Bad Azz
Look Look Look
The way you live the life of a real nigga
Be a real nigga
I'm a keep it gangsta
All the way gangsta
I ain't gone change
Believe that
Da words of a real nigga
Talk to 'em nigga
Look nigga
From sun down to sun up
Be bout ya come up (be bout ya come up)
Ya wake up to get ya cake up
Be bout ya paper (be bout ya paper)
Never snitch
Take your silence to tha grave with ya (grave with ya)
Give back to tha hood
If you a made nigga (made nigga)
If you a daddy then you got responsibility (nigga)
Dead beats close your ears
You ain't feeling me (pussy)
You say you thuggin'
If you thuggin' live or die by it (we live or die by it)
You say you hustling
Teach your click to be wise by it
Keep ya tool on ya mane
You know tha rules (know da rules)
Them real nigga in college
You gotta wake up for school (they real to)
Hustle
What you doing for a living
You satisfied with the money you getting
You ain't no real nigga (they say you ain't no real nigga)
Respect ya elders
Believe me you'll live longer (yes mama)
My nigga kids, my kids
That's how we live homie
Tha pin don't make you realer
Then the next nigga (pin life)
I'm straight G this fuckin' jeweler don't make me (Fuck no)
No man or women shall separate us
That me shit
You play some games
Forgive me god it's G shit
I lay down law
I keep it real with niggas
If gonna play games
I deal with niggas
Buck nigga
[Chorus: x2]
Money don't make me
I'm straight G, I'm straight gangsta
The words of a real nigga (real nigga)
No man or women shall separate me (my nigga)
The words of a real nigga
Ole school ran into me
Told me even when ya bread low (bread low)
Nigga never keep ya head low (head low)
If that's ya girl, love ya girl
Fuck what ya nigga say
But he suppose to speak his mind
If he feel that way (my nigga)
If you a boss break it off
When it's bond time (my bond)
Cause you know it was fucked up one time (fucked up)
One time already know
Shid call my lawyer (call him now)
Tell him I plead the 5th (plead da 5th)
And they done bugged my charger (bugged my charger)
Hustle harder wake up early and get on your grind
If you a soldier be a soldier till it came yo time
Niggas jealous in this world and they dirty to (dirty to)
For a lil fame and a big name they'll murder you
[Chorus x2]
Boosie Bad Azz
I told all my niggas
No man or women shall separate what we create
Some niggas died
Some niggas joke
Some niggas ball and make it
Some niggas fake and say they real in every fuckin' verse
Them hope to bees and wannabees
They gone say it first
Don't it hurt deep inside
When a nigga turn bitch
Let a bitch take his figures
Separate his niggas
Ain't it funny with tha money
Everything change
You keep it real with yo nigga in tha chain gang
When it all fall down can you maintain
Stay real stay silent without no fuckin' violence
If a nigga crossed the line
Would you solve the problem
I got yo back nigga
I got yo back nigga
Real niggas
I'm a send this motherfucker here
I'm a send this bitch to all my real niggas
Cross the world
Who live by or die by whatever they do
Weather hustling rap hustling
Going to school hustling
Or block hustling whatever you do
This for my real niggas
Money don't make boosie bad azz
Torrance Hatchet
Just me just me
That's it
I'm a take all this jeweler off right now
I'mma say this out to my first born child
I'll never wanna hate (?)
Daddy look
I say this out to my first born
I've been honored (?)
They wanna make me ground all yet all some
She the princess and her mama is the queen
Eight years old feel like she's sixteen
She tells me sweet things when I walk through the door
I always tellem yeah and her mama tell her no
Shouldn't saw my mama eyes when she saw i was a grand child
When she was small man she use to give me sweet child
Cute when she smilin
Cute when she mad
Straight ain't stupid ain't gonn lie
I been bad
I was waiting for my baby when she came out the room
Rap place fort everythang she a goon
First born and I
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my second born child
Wanna let you know I love you
Now the second birth for pretty black
She love that and like
Even love six pack
Second love a rack back (?)
First cheers he was rupper we make it true (?)
But she was well to care
and that's the truth
She got a heartcrack quick just like mamma
She be like "daddy when we grow up we gonn shine"
Wanna mamma she be trippin with a child support (?)
But she was ten and even more four times upon (?)
Love it when she had a hairview so cute (?)
I let your love at there (?)
And I love her to
Smart school on tops
Like daddy hate cop
I love when she loves me that's how we ride second born
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my third born child
Wanna let you know I love you
Now it's third birth for Toodie
The third of my kids
The boy loves money who you think he get it from?
Pick up on everything can't get nothin bon(?)
Love play my guns soft nobody dont try
Everything he do it be like "daddy look at me!"
So just like me
He might be ADD (?)
Got a smile like daddy
Held like daddy (?)
We he grow up he going bread like daddy
Boy some neff(?) think he a drive already
Let me get the wheel I'm like cheerlead some
Rappin already I think he gonn be the one (?)
Shout out to my third born too
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my fourth born child
Wanna let you know I love you
This is Victory (?)
honour
Colour fade honour (?)
Love to fight people
Love to bite people
Smile so big everybody love to it
When I holla she be cryin but she fake him overtime (?)
Love dress love big love mama love daddy (?)
First time I saw mane I knew right then (?)
Hate to change name cause her mama playin game (?)
Name out baby out the hot all mane (?)
Two years old so smart so beautifull
I love Tory and Tory know
When she gone I be missing her when she home I be kissin her
Shout out to my fourth born too and I
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my fifth born child
Wanna let you know I love you
Now these next verse for my fifth child
Iberie(?)
He wake up everymorning and crawl(?) over me and say "Daddy!"
Polos everyday drows by a case
When he came out I was right there "Wait" (?)
After he gonn shoot that ball(?) cause he loves that ball
Eyes turned great black and like brown
He hate to give his nose cleaned hate it with his teeths (?)
He hate it when he cry
When he shit he shit a lot
Boosie fade already he gonn be a ladies man
Ain't scared in nothin mane I love my lil mane
Ooh Iberie(?)
He gonn be a ladies man
One shout to my fifth born
Iberie(?)
I'm writing you a letter
This is to my sixth born child
Wanna let you know I love you
Now this verse for my sixth child
I call her B
Valley(?) she lead(?) she straight
But she needs to see me
The couple stars a week now I got a heal G (?)
And I'm feel a drop up on we gone for like weeks
Love them fat chicks love that long hair (?)
Best believe your dad gonn be there
I call her fat toon and a Beyonce (?)
Cause I think she gonn be a star like Beyonce
She be open on walk when a crews you know (?)
Lil B so sweet
That girl she get eat (?)
One months two months now she turns three
I love my baby girl and I know she love me
I'm writing you a letter
Boosie badass
When you miss somebody, you miss somebody
That's how it is (straight up)
I'm a send this out to the few women I was in love with (wassup)
Why do I feel so lonely in a major way?
You know this shit was real and you know it baby
I didn't wanna baby, And it drive you crazy
Even though you gotta man you forever my lady
I miss sipping on your daiquiris
I miss your macaroni and cheese, yes indeed
With no care, I hit you bare, you know wassup
Knowing your body would nut, I taught you everything
Make you cry, make you smile, at the same time
Dumb shit, baby girl I miss your tongue kiss
Miss laying in the bed with you
Miss your people and the soul food they fed a nigga
Most of all I miss you, I'm having flashbacks
Of you coming across the track with your hair wrapped
Miss talking on the phone til' the early morning
Making love off Keith Sweat songs
No one can do me like (you)
I miss kissing on you
You know I miss kissing on you
I miss kissing on (you)
Miss touching on you baby
I miss touching on you
I miss touching on you baby
I can't stop thinking about (you)
I can't stop thinking about you girl
I can't stop thinking about (you)
I can't stop thinking about you girl
Trina
It's no mistake that I'm amazing
You kissin touch in lovin my body, the things you do to me
You keep it true to me, all this shit ain't new to me
I been messing with ballers kept me lace in top jewlery
A hood nigga like you yeah I like that
Your swagg on point and you keep it coming right back
When you text I right back, yeah right back
I know you like that, that's why I handle that
Bedroom lights off, we kissin slow to a track
It ain't even bout the sex, I crave the gangsta way you act
When you all up in that, you so smooth with it
That's why I never hesitate to say "daddy come and get it"
I got my Vicky's on and my Diamond Princess perfume
I can't help but think about the thing we do up in the room
When it's just me and you
A fantasy come true
I can't describe Ooohhh
(I miss kissin on)
I miss kissing on you
You know I miss kissing on you
I miss kissing on (you)
Miss touching on you baby
I miss touching on you
I miss touching on you baby
I can't stop thinking about (you)
I can't stop thinking about you girl
I can't stop thinking about (you)
I can't stop thinking about you girl
I swear to god I miss it all
The way that you would call
Beating up your pussy, knocking pictures off the wall
In the studio thinking to myself, "I got one song left, and I'm coming home to you"
Love it when I hit you from the back and you look back at me
Our sex attractive like metal to a magnet
Turn that T.I. On, that's her shit right there
Get drunk, now she hollering, "that's her dick right there"
I send this off to the ladies who had my head grown
A pretty black girl, a couple red bones
I guess we learn from each other cause we're stepping-stones
With kids now like "damn, that's how it is now"
Riding to New Orleans, laughing the whole time
Living life with out a care, walking down cannel
I remember how you smell, the polish on your toes
Remember the first time you went down low
[Intro: Lil Phat]
Ahh Shitt; Them Levi's Back...
Them Levi's Back, And Now I Need A Cowboy Hat
Lil Phat [Look, Look, Look]
[Verse 1: Lil Phat]
Air Force Ones, I Need A Size 10 501's Levi's Stick In
My Levi's Be Dope, My G-Nikes Be Coke
Like Everywhere I Got, I'm Pulling All Yo Hoes
Tha Veddy Niggah Whilin I Be Shinin I Be Clean
I Be Fresh And I Be Dumb Like Everytime I Hit Da Scene
I'm Still In My Teens But My Whip A Hundred G's
Doin 200 From B.R. To New Orleans
Before I Was On Em, Ross Was Pluckin Levi's
I Saw Em With Em In Miami And Dey Caught My Eyes
Hit Tha Stuntin Like My Daddy In Da Bak Seat Of Da Phantom
Drivin My 80 In Tank Top And Da Bandana
Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out
Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out
Tell Em Take Me Through Da South Off Tha Window Hangin Out
Ohh There Go Stupid Let Me Hang All The Way Out
[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
I Bought Them Levi's Back Hoes Jockin My Swagg
White Tee's White One's Can't Go Wrong With Dat
New Chain "SuperBad" Models All On My Dick
When BadAzz In Levi's You Can Call Me Brad Pitt
We Got Big As A Bitch His Waste Ahh 36
Phat Got Big Too He In A Jag Comin Through
"Boo" Got Too Many Cars Ain't No Room In My Yard
Levi's And Tighty Whiteys Keep My Dick Real Hard
Polo Hard To Bite My Nuts Thuggin
501 501 White Girls Love Em
My Mommah Say I Look Good In Em Got Tah Whole Hood In Em
Stone Wash Wear Em One Time ANd I Through With Em, I'm Ballin KRAZYY
I'm A Dog I'm A Dog 5 Fresh Pairs Of G-Nikes When I Hit Tha Mall
She Won't Call And Meet Me Up In Traffic While I'm Sippin My Cup
I Put My Hoes In Levi's, Make That Ass Sit Up {Heyyy}
[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Young Savage, Trill Ent., Look
Since I Put Up Them Evisu's And Monkey's Dats All I Wear
I Went And Hit The Mall Tuesday And Bought Like 50 Pair
I Leave The Tag On The Back To Show You They Fresh As Hell
50 Bucks On Them Taxes Man These Bitches Playa
I Like Em Hard But The Soft And Starched Ones I Don't Much Wear Em
Lil Boosie Webbie And Phat Oh Yeah This Shit Right Here Gone Jam
I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too
I Like The Brown One Da Best Cause They Go Da Best With These Gucci Shoes
I Got The Orange Da Purple Da Yellow Burgan And Terp Ones
Tha Red From Indigo One Yeah I'm Tha Hoes Choice
Catch Me In My Stone Wash Ridin In My Rolls Royce
Fresh Levi Jacket For Whenever I'm Cold Now
You Know I Make Em Look Expensive Just Because I Be In Em
Got So Many My Closet Look Like A Levi Convention
I'm Dope As A Chicken Bout As Fly As A Plane
I Take Yo Main And Old Lady And Straight First Night That Thang
[Chorus x2: Lil Phat]
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-Nike Be Cocaine
My Neck On Froze Mane Pullin All Yo Hoes Mane
My Levi's Be Dope Mane G-NIkes Be Cocaine
Boosie bad azz Come roll with a real nigga who got you Say girl look
[Chorus:]
Let Me Ease Ya Mind Bring Ya in My World Cause You Don
Caught My Eye And You can Be My Favorite Girl
[Verse 1:]
Watz up with cha girl how doin watz up with dem draws gul can I get into I'm looking for
Sumbody who gonna be sumbody my mind made up to be a lawyer so she gonna be
Sumbody She got problems and she say sex ain't the only way to solve'em but let's
Solve'em let's jump in my bentley and cruise the city with the lights low Roll to da boat
And blow sum stacks and let the dice roll
[Chorus:]
Let Me Ease Ya Mind Bring Ya in My World Cause You Don
Caught My Eye And You Can Be My Baby Girl It's gon be alright
{fuck what dem haters say} It's gon be alright {I got cha} Cause you can
Be my baby girl
[Verse 2:]
I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler {I'm a be aiight} yo man ain't nunthing
But a busta and I know you tired Come with me tonight and butcha like big boys I'm talkin
The best when you get lonely put cha head on my chest it fit cha Ya never dealt with a
Nigga my type who make ya happy take ya places teach ya game sum like ya real
Daddy I'm just tryna ease ya mind and I'm tired of hearing over and over all the time
She like boosie I got a boyfriend but I'm like girl yo boyfriend ain't ballin plus he bearly calling
So waz up I got plane ticket just me and you I'm like he scared she late now she packing her
Bags, first class is how we do it let me cater to you let cha shop to ya drop spend sum paper
On you whatever no matter the pleasure is better den what cha dream of thug passion
From a real thug say gul
[Chorus:]
Let Me Ease Ya Mind Bring Ya In My World Cause Don
Caught My Eye And You Can Be My Baby Girl It's gone be alright
{fuck what dem haters say} It's gone be alright {I got cha} Cause you can
Be my baby girl
[Verse 3:]
You been on my mind all night and I can smell ya {and ya smelling right} and girl I wanna tell ya
I'm a let ya ride take ya on a rollercoaster with me {you know} riding round blowing doesha
Through the city conversate and we laugh talk about the future and past time {old days} good
Love making cause it's been so long since the last time kissing and fucking stuck in dat shit to da
Bed eyes go back in my head and she go down on dat head and dats my homie, lover, friend
{you go be alright} da one who I can fuck with to da end {you gon be alright} I got cha girl man
Dem hoes ain't up and our world dem niggas either you ain't never had a thug like me go tell ya
People when ya with me it's amazing {good times} I give ya knowledge, teach cha game, give ya
Wisdom shit dat you can't learn in college just be my lady I know how to treat a lady it's whateva
I keep a secret baby
[Chorus:]
Let Me Ease Ya Mind Bring Ya In My World Cause Don
Caught My Eye And You Can Be My Baby Girl t's gone be alright
{fuck what dem haters say} It's gone be alright {got cha} Cause you can
Be my baby girl
[Boosie Talking]
[Outro:]
I don't, cause you can be my baby girl I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler
I don't know what you been told but I'm a hustler {I'm a be aiight} {I'm a be aiight} {I'm a be aiight}
{so you can be aiight} {she gon be aiight}
South Baton Rouge this the baddest place in the whole wide world stand up y'all lawd have mercy...
Yah man remember the baddest place in the world south baton rouge lawd have mercy... Roosevelt street project nigga (boosie badazz)
Fresh off the project step is boosie
We went from shooting oozies to shooting movies
Mr cogee man you can't take that from me (ah ah)
[? ] he showed me how to save money
Walking to school with a tool and a bag of weed (fire)
Never knew that the feds would be after me (oh)
Casualty after casualty it's real
I hustle on the hill when walter got killed (woah)
Senn alot of shit man I did alot that's probably why it took so long for me to hit the top
Ask nuck I don't back down from shit
I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick
I slung eye with everytime grinding till I shine (let's get it)
Dickies and tee'z till I made my first fifty g'z So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me we from the same hood south baton rouge
Can't knock my hustle
Lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine
Yah man
Shoul ain't my fren
Lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
Yah man [x2]
Pick them out line them up like jeezy say
Niggaz can't out hustle me on a freezy day
I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say
Any nigga steal from me steal off jesus plate
Hard times in the ghetto we was lost
No school no job me and busta rott
Became a boss took losses could'ntcry nigga
Sucked it up told my main man double it up
When my label wouldn't drop my shit
Ain't get mad I went got them bricks
I had a jacob like 50 cent
In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga
I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years
Still ain't satisfied that's how scopio's is
Hot like hot fries southside baptised bitch am a hustler you can see it in my eyes eyes
Can't knock my hustle
Lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine
Yah man
Shoul ain't my fren
Lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
Yah man [x2]
Guess what? next up is the haters
They test up but get ate like sweet potatoes
Heads busty niggas go running to the people
The swagga boy yet they thugging like it's legal
Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q
I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother
Save change 8 gallons already saved trust fund man my kids alreadyy paid
Still camera shoot the 50 with my?
Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big
So my hustle a moda fucka man you feel me man
Hustle cross the track call me penny wayne
Money stash to the side I got a load of it
Facing to gun charges I need more of it
Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die
King pen of the southside certified
Can't knock my hustle
Lawd have mercy
Can't stop my shine
Yah man
Shoul ain't my fren
Lawd have mercy
Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang)
[Intro:]
Uh huh Lil Boosie this me nigga gangsta I'm a do some shit some real shit
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
[Boosie:]
I been goin' thru some shit
From my niggas to my bitch
And these niggas wanna stitch
I wanna get rich
Plus sometimes I don't believe (why?)
Tryin' to sell 100, 000
But they burnin' my CD's (that's fucked up)
Biggas and bitches
Please
Won't you get me help
Get your ass up off the computer
And buy this shit up off the shelf
Cause I wanna ride candy man
Just like the others
Sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
Like my brother
These niggas say they love ya
But they get dope
How you a rat like that
And try to steal ya ho
I still cope
And these niggas wanna rap about you
Know you a soldier
But they still wanna bring that savage out you
To get exposed
And these hoes they for the money
Tell your old lady dirty lies
But they know they frontin'
Check this out
In baton rouge
It's real wicked
And you can't go platinum now here
Cause this ain't New York City
And all my cousins doin' time
Thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' bout em
Everytime I take a sip of henn
And I ain't gonna lie
I don't wanna be like cammaflogue
I met him one week
The next week he died
I almost cried
Damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
They hatin' cause I'm VIP
Ride through my city
With my hat bent like TIP
I'm all G
They got a niggas signin a deal
But they can't talk like I be talkin'
Cause I spit the real
Till I get killed
These niggas changin' like a weather
Think he your nigga
But you lookin' at the fuckin' devil
Who want your bezzle
And that voice that he wish he had
Jealousy got niggas creepin' down to bust ya ass
We livin' fast
But you notice I got em B
Money cars clothes and hoes
Till they pocket me
This for my niggas down in Texas
All the fuckin' swingers
Who got the whole other side of town
Wanna thank em
I'm stressin' cause the things I did
Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
This shit is real
Wish I had a real friend to holla
They tend to laugh
When I tell em bout my fuckin problems
But I be stackin' the feds
So I be straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for webbie
Cause webbie wild with that crown
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
[Boosie:]
I'm sippin gallons tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin my niggas keep it gutta
But they seem to change
That's why I'm solo
Blowin' dodo in a different city
Thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me
But they rollin' with me
My ho da sickest
But she listen to what the streets say
That got me stressin
Cause she might be leavin' anyday
I try to pray
But when I holla he ain't holla back
That's why I'm missin' prayer daily
Tryin' to get these stacks
Why that
The situation that I'm in
The judge tryin' to send me to the pen
And give me ten
And do me in
Got me stressin' on some major shit
My mama agin'
And my grandma and my baby's sick
This hatin' shit
Got me one step away from clickin'
This me against the world livin'
Got all my people bitchin'
I look my mama in her eye
Told her respect the game
She like boosie leave it alone
Look at craig ganes
Damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
Hopin' my niggas stay the same
But they always change
[Outro:]
That's real life right here
You go through so much
You know what I'm sayin'
Nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin'
But a nigga be strugglin' at the same time
Why they be ballin' man
I been goin' through some thangs
I been goin' through some thangs
And don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
But don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
Ahh!, we in dis
Is we? Yeah!
Big Head the dome busta [? ]
Hey, Lil' Boosie in dis
I love my hood! (I love my hood!)
You love your hood? For sure! Fours up!
[Hook:]
Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
[Lil' Boosie:]
Oh, Oh it's about to be some raw shit!
They done let the two sickies of the Dirty South click
Say Big Head! What's up?
I ain't been givin' a fuck
Been, ridin' strapped down on those dubs, just livin' it up
In the bottom where you find me, for sure nigga
You know New Orleans doe nigga, my mama ain't raised no hoe nigga
Vouges nigga, that's what I love, that's what I claim
That's what I'll die for, till I'm down took out the game
They go down from four up to four down
I fuck with niggas I know down, so let the weed go round
Don't put your Calico down, cause niggas like to go round
I prefer a showdown, FUCK! My favorite pronoun
Keep gettin' your hoe down, she says she likes that four sound
Lil' Boosie got some more sound, so pop and blow pound
Drink up and throw down, you knew how it was gon' sound
All my niggas gon' clown, the water deep so don't drown (So don't drown bitch!)
[Hook:]
Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
Say Boosie the same thing in that UPT
[Lil' Boosie:]
Well it's a South thing, and everybody spread the word
We rule Baton Rouge for puttin' domes on the curb
I got my dubs you got your dubs nigga, believe dat
Cross da tracks is where dem G's at
And God, they got dem weed sack
Ain't no joke, when it comes to West Poke
And we got OG's in the hole, if you want you some dope
You must don't love your hood, if you ain't tatted
Can't take the pain or blood for your wood you ain't no savage
See bread I gots to have it! Shit! Look
I'm a let ya know
I was sixteen with ten g's, now fuckin' with Loc
And niggas know me from da South, will take ya bitch or take ya shit
And if we beef, will take your click (What's up?)
And from the top to da bottom, we poppin' What? X-pills
Get it up nigga, givin' dem hoes sex thrills
Just chill Head comin' and now Bubbles had somethin'
SSB and UPT, bitch we head huntin'
[Hook:]
Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
Say Boosie the same thing in the UPT
[Big Head:]
On the block were I hang, yeah we slang!
Bust niggas brains, hold up
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Dome Doctor baby
So lock it in your two-way
Niggas, lock it in your mind
I'm a leave your ass soufflé
Lay you out like a buffet
I need mine today
I tote a brand new K, just to see a new day
But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace
But if you cross me or my click, then I'll become the Beast
So stay out da streets and da heats won't release
Don't talk to my peeps bout peace, till you deceased
It get high like three, when you pass by da Yang
Best to call da police, 'cause we blast by da Yang
Best be quick on your feet, we move fast by da Yang
Right now I'm on Rock Street, but I could dash by da Yang
Sixteen is what I claim, but dat four is in my blood
The baby mama want dat thing, 'cause she knows dat I'm a thug
Say Big Head it's goin' down in that SSB
What's in yo hood? what's in yo hood?
Murders rapists 15 year old paper chasers
Old heads niggaz still rock dem alligators
Dope head nigga snort a whole bag up
Fuckin feds tryna snatch all our asses up
Hood rats tryna take us for what we got
Bullshit man it's like it don't neva stop
Korean bithces don't wanna cut us no fuckin deals
Dats why we post out front dey store with work and dem fuckin pills
Young niggaz rock enyce bustin heads
Stds aids
38s aks
Anybody can get it nigga it don't matter
Keep my name out ta mouth or get caught up in da rapture
[Chorus:]
In my hood man shit be real
In my hood man niggaz kill
Niggaz bout dat paper paper chea chaea
Niggaz ductape behind a mil
You got da rappers in da hood big head and boosie
The crackers in da hood big head and bronstupid
The jackers in da hood who die or go to jail
The ballers in the hood who post everybod bail
U got da bithces who be quick to fuck
Niggaz who be quick to buck
Ectasy methamines and dat angel dust
The heroine user
The three time loser
The funky junky what on his back we call the monkey da back stabbin homey
You don't want it I told you I run with soldiers
Three time losers who keep three black rugers
You got the hard nigga
The street nigga
The smart nigga
The weak nigga
[Lil Boosie talkin:]
I ain't never wrote no song sayin I'm sorry man but I'm sorry
[Verse 1:]
Now since birth I hurt ya I made you turn purple stole change from ya purse
Wouldnt shut my mouth in church but most of all I hurt you I curse ya I talked back to
My mama that's why I went through drama look like I'm go be the man of the
House since my brother ain't bout jackin no nigga to put no mothafuckin
Food in this house mama I'm sorry but I ain't comin in tonight it's a drought up in
That South and I'm the only one with white I made the faculty look at her wrong
Probablay say that she could teach good at school but not at home man you got
Her wrong cause my mama taght me wrong from right I had the grades but my
Behavoir it was outta sight one time I caught my mama cryin watchin guiding light
She prayin to God that he guide her baby boy right I spent my twelfth grade year under
Jail life mama she trippin hollin bout you livin Trell life mama I'm sorry I was addicted
To them tv screens mama I'm sorry I'm addicted to promenthazine you say I'm flashy
But I love it when my whip be clean mama I'm sorry and I apologize on everything
[Chorus:]
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
[Verse 2:]
Right I'm hollin fuck everything
Fuck that syrup and mary-jane
Fuck them cigarettes I'm tired of gettin sick and shit
That ain't no killa shit wanna no what happen at a video you don't no what happen I'm
A let ya no I was dehydrated and a nigga could'ntmake it
If you don't like it then fuck ya hoe Bleek over me
Rob over me
Kirby over me
Hollin why
Heart beatin fast it's time to die my blood suga 565 can't take the shit up in my dick
Finna check myself up out this bitch gotta get well at home not Earl K Long
My mama callin and she cryin boosie what's wrong you need some fluid in
Ya body boy ya no ya ain't strong when I come she real she still cooked a meal
Made sure I took my shots and ran my bath water hot
[Chorus:]
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
[Verse 3:]
Now I promoised her and he promised me get some stacks before you leave the
Streets yeah tell em yeah but I'm back out here look like I got the beatsy meat but I'm
Sorry Turk for the studio I was gone off pills and truly bro and you wasn't fellin a nigga and I got tired
Of that pussy nigga now mama called and she hurt to when I hurt him I hurt you I'm
Rappin and trappin I no you heard I got the work to Don't go to church cause my grand
Pa picture lookin at me and everytime he lookin at me look like he ain't happy now I'm
Thinkin bout my daddy thought I saw him in the choir God please clear my eyes I
Broght the pain that's probably why a nigga diabetic that's why I gotta stick myself
To take my medicine (4 real) this for the struggle don't talk back to ya mother she
Carried ya 9 months mothafucka need to tell that ya
[Chorus:]
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
And Mama I'm sorry
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
When push come to shove she be always there
When push come to shove she be always there
When push come to shove she be always there
When push come to shove she be always there
MAMA!... I'm sorry
Mama I'm sorry (sorry mama)
For everything I put you through
Everything I did for you
I did it cause I'm sorry
[Intro:]
Now I'm a Do This One For The Mommas Who Lost Dey Babies, For The Niggas Who Lost Dey Niggas... And The Lil Boys And Girls Who Lost Dey Daddys.
[Verse 1:]
See These Devils Dey Do You Wrong(Dirty Mutafuckas)Niggas Died To Get Money Long(Dirty Mutafuckas)Everybody Gotta Hustle And They Hustle And They Strong Here Today Next Day You Gone In Ths Hood I Roam.Carla Hit Me On The Phone Like Becky Gone Camrae Just Died And Tefa Gone(Dedeauxs)For Every Momma Lost A Son They Gone Play This Song Missing Her Baby More And More Everyday He Gone.
Sincerly To Miss Linda From My Heart And Soul Twin You Still Gotta Brother Mutafucka You My Thug Til The Day I Go.Wish I Can Spin A Block With Ivy And Joc, Wish I Can Count Cake With Ace, Wish I Smoke Dope With Roe Mane Make You Feel Like God Tryna Tell You Something So Much Death In This World Nigga Ain't Scared Of. Remeber The Police They Killed My Nigga Nail Shawn On The Front Row Pulling Out A Hair(Damn)
[Chrous:]
Sometimes I Wanna Break Down And Cry, You Don't Know How Bad I Miss You Neva Gone Foget The Time That We Shine.
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
He heard da news bout his father na he mad(fucked up) He at home all alone n he miss his dad
Pressure on em all his life to get his daddy killa, momma strung out on dat liquor, son selling momma flippers, It's a cold world
Knw my grandma looking down an my father too, mad at da choices I make but I'm a father too
Fleet n Moo, my nigga don't say how much he miss ya
My thug running diamond Jacobs, rest in peace be with ya
Every gangsta cross da track n da fuckin grave from gun shots, to aids, life sentences gave dey memories keep em here with me, that purple n dat hennessy make it clear to see dat dey gone
[Chrous]
[Bridge:]
I drunk a whole paint of syrup fa ya(cause u don't knw how bad I miss u)
Yea, I throw a party every 3rd fa ya (cause u don't knw how bad I miss u)
Neva gone fa get u nigga
[Verse 3:]
Dis fa every momma lost a child, life ain't life no moe cause she lost with out a child
Remember breast feeding ha baby, send em school, wippin da cold out his eyes with ha spit what she'll neva fa get(mane)
Sincerly to Brandy Butler, I lov ya, I send so many kisses n hugs to niggas who gone like my Ivy... na da whole Southside ain't smilin dey wildin
Dey killin niggas mommas n retaliation, dey talk about da old days but dis new generation
Dey get bread n bust head fa any situation, one shot fa my nigga soulja, had ta soulja hate em(mane)
[Speaking:]
Say mel and t mayne
I'm a make a nigga feel on this
[Pre-rap:]
Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(south baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns
[Chorus:]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But god kno I'm thug so
U kno lil boosie go and get skeet
[Verse 1:]
Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth
Can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to
And god kno
And god know I'm thug life, u fuckin right
So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right
And god got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die
These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the southside
I'm thuggin with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit got hog tied
God know I know these niggas
Don't make me show these niggas
Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas
And I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
God kno all the killas
He done walked with all them niggas
He done talked with all them niggas
Before they went sparked them trigger
He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists
These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin
We do wat we gotta do, to get that money
And god kno my past
I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin a steal
And god kno my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it you in trouble
Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
Thas why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out
And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no fuckin unity
They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me
So boosie be on other shit
Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris
And mac on u a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey
Killin my own people, servin my own uncles
And I
[Chorus]
{prayer}
Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
[Verse 3:]
But we stay reppin
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d
80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya petey
God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this
And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet
And god kno he raised me
When donkey went jonsin
Bronson kept me wide open
And that's a fact
But I kno they gon hate tho
Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked
[Chorus]
[talking:]
Now if don't nobody now
God kno
Nigga u a hood rat
God kno
A nigga try to bring you down
He right on side u
God kno
Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears
[Talkin:]
Yea dis Lil Boosie Bad Azz and dis next song dis for my grandma.We gone call dis one granny granny.Cause I miss u, dem churn miss u, yo grandchurm miss u, yo great-grandchurn miss u, yo sistaz miss u, n yo brtha miss u.Gradma I luv ya Rest In Peace.
[Chorus:]
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(fucked all up)I'm goin crazi.
[Verse 1:]
When mama put me out and daddy left da house she took me in quick and put food in my mouth
She go to church every sunday so I kno she in heaven
Now I'm walkin round strapped hopin dey catch me
A pool of tears at da hospital everybody gotta cry for big mamma nigga
Mane itz feelin like a dream but itz reality
And itz hurtin told god mothafuck him az I lit back up my purple.
I came in 2day can't beleive she gone,
Go to her house look in her room she gon.
Dis shit is eatin my up I'm back on dat ecstasy don't give a fuck or don't trust
Nobody who next to me
She used to laugh with me
She uesd to say look at my grand-son watch and act with me
On concert nite she gettin worriedand sit down in da kitchen
Hollin God help me keep my grand son careful.
[Chorus:]
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up)I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up).
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(every day now)I'm goin crazi(every day now).
[Verse 2:]
Connie hurtin, Margie hurtin, Phyllis hurtin, damn
Birdy hurtin, da boyz hurtin dat hurt da whole fam.
Now I'm livin like da past I don't give a damn
Itchin for killin trynna get me sum healin.
10 million wouldnt make me happy.
All I want is my granny her mamma da onli onez understand me.
Da funeral ain't even came yet and my legs weak
Ain't no screws n my head boi don't play with me.
I'm stressin now fuck it, I'm messy now
I'm cursin God I prolli neva get a blessin fuck it.
She uesd 2 wake me up for school and iron my cloths.
Da only one cud calm me down when my temper explode.
I'm loosin it mane gotta choppin n my name.Ready to swang dat thing.
U don't feel how I feel I can't maintane pass da doja lil nigga I'm fucked up in da brain.
[Chorus:]
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up)I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up).
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(every day now)I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up).
[Verse 3:]
Mane dis last verse for da kisses on da cheek.
For da manners dat u taught me n all da luv u brought me.
For da pain dat I brought u found dat weed n da house 50p's n da house.
Boosie get that shit out
I uesd 2 sleep da bed with her til I waz 16.
Let her stash 100 g's she ain't take one thing.
So I'm askin God why u had to take mo mo
Her and I in 1 yr I can't take no mo.
And da pictures make me break down
I ain't ready for dis life with u not around.
I'm smokin weed n front da cops now.
A.K.'s in da drop now.
U a get yo azz popped up.My mind inna notha place.
Head hurtin ready to shoot a nigga in his fuckin face.
Jus da otha day she waz smilin sittin up
Nobodi but me kno shit how much I miss her.
[Chorus:]
Granny Granny.Why u had to take big mamma away mo mo.I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up)I'm goin crazi(I'm all fucked up).
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I know u hollin fuck me.Well it's fuck you too
And that instagatin nigga I'm gon touch you too
It's just a matter of time 'fore I start dopin ma nine
Fuckin with da wrong nigga u must don ma dine
Fuck it.
Hop up in da bucket let's go find these niggas
Shoot out shots for their head tryna blind these niggas
Don't let me catch you on the inner state
Then it's late
I'm gone see how many bullets your gonna take
You fucking with a young thug nigga who is savage with this
And I'm gon down slug nigga so be packin your shit
Plus I'm maggin the shit
Cause am a fool, am gonna catch you on da corner introduce you to ma tool
I pay ma due so boy am finna let chu kno
Messin with the wrong click when you fucking with dat 4
Fa sho
So it's war time patna u should ready for that
Should of robbed you but I'm waitin on yo fetti 2 stack
[Chorus: x4]
If it's fuck me nigga then it's fuck u too
Fuck your mammi
Fuck your daddy
N fuck your crew
That's true
[Verse 2:]
U don't even know how bad I wan' bust you up
Please come across that track so I could fuck you up
You with all that mouthin off u done got me red hot
Might as well take your vest off cause am shootin head shots
Front them hoes cause u let your nuts hang
But my fo fo will let your fuckin guts hang
Bitch, u gonna euricate long if u play with me wrong
I don't give a fuck about your momma baby bein gone
It's on motherfucker I ain't slippin
Stay throwling through you hood with ma nine and the clippin
Them niggas that be bucking with u ain't gone get it too
If I catch them niggas first they gone get this shit for you
That's true
Plus am sicker of u
I got ma bitches they u
Nd I could buy a murder choices as my digits done grew
And lil boosie shit he ain't scared of shit
And I'm gonna duck tape your momma n shoot off ya daddy dick mutha fucka!
[Chorus:]
If it's fuck me nigga then it's fuck u too
Fuck your mammi
N fuck your daddy
N fuck your crew
That's true
Look
In Memory of my brother dee
My brother dee huh look
Look...
In memories of my brother dee
Can't let them destroy me
That's my phone ringing
Who the fuck is bee (is bee)
Mane get down here
A bitch nigga just murdered dee
I dropped down to my knees
And asked the lord please
Don't let this here be my brother
I'll make you bitches bleed
Know out here looking, stressing
It wasn't his time to leave (time to leave)
Remember nissing when we hit licks
And rode D's and scored Key's and OG's
Mane it was ugly
Went from a old cutlass
To a new caddy on buttons
See we was thuggin'
I can't believe you dead
In the paper I read
Got me fucked up in the head
Remember what you said
You'll be there to the end
I would rather you lock down
And go into the pin
We live that life of sin
So I guess we gotta suffer
I just talked to lil' India
She said tell her daddy see love 'em
This just really your lil brother
And I hope you pray for me
And I hope you watch over your brother
While I'm on the streets
? Rest in peace
A cold hearted killa out that south
Dismissing your issue
If you ever shot em out
He straight jacking you bitches up in tha drought
Know matter what he hit for
Look we parlayed it out...
[Chorus:]
It seems like I'm a lose my mind
Cause I lost so many of my time
And it hurts me down to my soul
But I never ever let you go [x2]
Look Look
Dee bitch said he told 'em (I know him)
He got killed but he
Left one in tha comma (you lying)
Him and da nigga terry
They had a lick
For two bricks
Busted open a nigga shit
And start taping niggas up quick
One nigga felt for his life
So he starts to wrestle
That boy terry panic
And shot dee off in tha bladder
He fell to the floor
Blood all over the bed
Terry dropped the gun and fled
And left dee up in the house dead
Ole' bitch ass nigga
Not knowing what you doing
My brother you just ruining
Left my family boo hooing
My brother you just ruining
Left my family boo hooing
My brother you just ruining
Left my family boo hooing
Sleepless nights as he gone
And we grow
Niggas wanna test
That's why I keep dat dirty heat chrome
I'll bloods keep
So I'm a be strong
Don't let these niggas get the best of you
Riding late at night
With that chopper trynna check a fool
[Chorus x2]
My soul
Mane...
When I lost my nigga Ivy
I lost a quarter mill
Every time I leave this lil drought
One fall with all my cheese
Bathing Apes on our feet
We live da good life
He told me don't get in that car dat night
He saved my life
So in return
Ratchet hatchet got you nigga
From your son to your girl
Never let your name die
Long as I'm in this world
When you died I cried days
Throw my hat to the front
I lost weight, sip dallas
Smoked blunt after blunt
And I miss my big dog
Mane... Shit my big dog
Had swag in my last pocket
Kiss my big dog
I told keith I got them believing
And any nigga talking on CD
Gotta see me
Dat nigga took my main man
It's fucked up
Nigga took a bulldog mane
Now tha hood ain't the same
And I'll never let you die
I mean that
I'm a send your kids to college
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout, if you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make a nigga wonder sometime fa real (ohhh oooohh do it againnnn, do it againnn)
[Verse 1:]
Now if I ain't have shit would she still love, a nigga hair all nappy underarms musty, if I wasn't boosie bad ass would she still fuck me, tell the truth would me n you ever had an discussion, would you do it again, get away from all your friends, would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her long night on the corner all the nights I jumped on her, chill mama but mama just a little girl, I'm 17 she 15 we having a little girl, she keep it guttah gotta give her dat, she say she tired but if she tired tell me why she ain't leave yet, never had a job over a week I really spoiled her when we go eat she beyonce and I'm sean carter, if I worked at burger king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me
[Chorus:]
If I could'ntgive you the finer thangs, the money and the whips and the diamond rings
Would you do it again
I wanna know, I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
And if I didn't have my baller status
And if I din't ask with the 7 karrots
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
[Verse 2:]
If she brought me home to her mama, she disagree with her decision, would you wild out if she threatened to put her child out, would she still go get them birds for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g's on a pinky ring, if I wasn't boosie boo would she ride for me, would she had layed down took that pain and have that child for me, she kept it real from the start she ease my brain, was it the chain, was it the game, was it the name, she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin, I had my homework she had her homework, she went from drawers to thong work I'm a fool with it, if I worked at mickey d's and hooked you up with a #3 would you be nice and give your number to me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy if I ain't have nothing would you still be by my side, if I ain't have this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad hoes girl would you still be my hoe, no fendi no prada no gucci can't buy that would you still lay under me at night time in the projects, no diamond chains from emmit a honda no bentley, would you still go low if I ain't have this image no sean john cologne no deodorant my odor strong, would I fuck these red bones if I ain't have my bread long, rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck me, no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me, just rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck'd me no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me
f-u-c-k all the police,
fuck the judge,fuck the jump-out,
and the district attorney,
check my bank account bitch and see what im earnin
its a dirty,dirty world and it keep on turnin
niqqqaz keep gettinq shot
but they still aint learnin
wrap ya dick up
cause yab dick will have the heat up
women play games so i advise you get prenup
geena sixteen?
you see this world wicked
[Boosie: talking]
I'm a do this one here for my momma
[Verse 1:]
When I was young me and my mama rolled deep
Watchin daddy lose his mind tot hese muthafuckin streets
Running the rooms, scared to go home, living in dooms
Saying prayers looking at the moon
And you've always been a black queen momma
Cause yeen never been no crackfien momma
Look, and when my daddy fuckin life was over
I watched him cry for two hours on your mommas shoulder
This for them soldiers who was raised by they momma
Cause daddy was gone, she had it down for thangsgivin
Made her kids be strong, expelled from school,
Not scared to go home because my momma's fuckin cool.
But when I started sellin dope she used to search for me,
Ridin cryin, thinkin somebody they gon murder me.
She put me out fo her house, since I was hurtin her heart,
She askin God "Why are you doin this to my babyboy".?
She teachin kids, and she tryna teach a baby games
She cook a meal everynight, but then I think.
She used to send me to my relatives, cause it got to a point,
Where momma couldn't tell me shit. And I was missin my dad so bad
That I ain't listen to my momma, and that was all I had.
Now I bless her everynight, cause I'm grown.
Our love super strong, and she gotta hol on.
[Chorus:]
She sweet as sweet Sady
Momma!
Dats my baby...
Momma! Momma!
U remember how daddy used to act,
Act so crazy...
And I thank you for the Blessings you did.
[Verse 2:]
I used to always tell you momma, keep ya head up,
Tears dropping from your eyes, I kno u fed up,
Fresh outta work, to the kitchen tryna fix a plate,
Before work she in the mirror, tryna fix her face,
No one could ever take my place cause u my one and only,
You my nigga, and forreal you my closest homie,
She used to iron my clothes, everytime I go to school,
Wipping the cold out my eyes, that's my baby boo,
She gotta heart made outta gold, like she God angel,
She go to church every Sunday, and say "God Thank Ya"
And when my daddy used to hit me, she would holla "stop",
Got to the point, where she would threaten to even call the cops,
She used to be like "why are you hittin him and you smokin rocks"?
I used to be like ooh I wish I had a 40 glock
But daddy wasn't always mean forreal
When he was sober he a soldier like a bat on da field
And my brother stayed quiet he ain't talk at all
Me n shakor try lock my daddy out da house
Do u remember playin bingo when times was hard
Yeah I remember fightin nija and teeshashard
Remember momma put me on a plane n 9 n 10
She try to get me out dis hell dat I was livin in
Remember momma on her knees cause her baby whylin
Now when she see dat rose open, my baby smilin
[Chorus:]
She sweet as sweet Sady
Momma!
Dats my baby...
Momma! Momma!
U remember how daddy used to act,
Act so crazy...
And I thank you for the Blessings you did. [x2]
[Talkin:]
I did that for my momma cause she sweet as sweet Sady
(I love u Momma)
[Rappin:]
Missin a lesson plan
It's time to go stay n da room cause daddy comin with dat mess again
Momma I did that for u.and yo momma
And her momma.and momma Jessy my great great grandmom.n my momma
[Verse 1:]
Now, this first verse, for Ivyanna
The only seed I actually watched come outta momma
And she so smart, and she so cute I think she gifted man
She gimme sweet eyes say she love me just to lift the pain
But she don't know about her sister and her baby brother
They need to talk, but they can't talk cause they crazy mothers
I feed her, clothe her, take her places all across the nation
She know I rap and know her daddy be on tv stations
She see my magnum, and she run up, hollin daddy daddy
So on that strength, when I'm n beef, I'll let you niggas have it
And she ain't even 4 though
But she be laughin at her daddy when he hit dat do do
Behind Ivy man, I go loco, I lose my mind
I see her wake up every morning, even love how she be cryin
And plus she get her nails done, toes done at three
Wear purses and lipstick, oooo, you gotta see
Man, I love her, that's my heart, ain't gon lie, Ivy bad
She done rode first class before she had her first class
[Chorus:]
But even if yeh mamma tell yeh different, daddy love yeh
For da time that I missed you, daddy love yeh
For da missin time, da prison time, when ain't no one won't give a dime
Remember dis, Daddy love yeh [repeat]
[Verse 2:]
Now dis second verse for Pretty Black
No matter what her momma tell her, she gon love Hatch
And all she want is for her daddy show her love back
She look just like her other grandma, Victoria Hatch
The first year I only saw my child on holidays
I broke her bread but I feel guilty bout da hidin days
And now dey wanna put a child on child support
I'm finally turning 21, now I'm back in court
I gotta hook up on dat lean, now I'm stackin dough
My babys mama's stay at war, it's embarassin whoa
And everytime I see her outside, and she dirty, I clean her
And it hurt me when I clean her cause I'm fresh up out da cleaners
Now I'm feelin bad, time to put her in a beemer
Let her hit da block, looking like her auntie trina
Now she smiling at her daddy, but she ain't sayin too much
Just like Ivy, I give Tarlasia, that tickle touch
Man I love dem girls, I like dey hair up in curls
I put a end to ya life, if you fuck with they world, tarlasia
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Now dis last verse for Tootie Ray
The Ray for his grandfather, who passed away
I wonder if he be like daddy, who blast da k
Made me feel good, cause he cried to go with daddy today
When he get older I'm a sittin him down and straight up tell
When you was in your mommas stomach boy I gave yeh hell
You got a cousin look just like yeh, name lil trell
You got a uncle name Bronson, but he up in jail
And Rocawear jus like his daddy, spit on people like his daddy
I guess my fuckin son gon be a savage
And I be havin em saggin, and shame on me
But he ain't gonna be no lame round me
So ain't no need to spank a g
And all I do his holla at him
And he get right, and he sit back
He act like he gonna cry, then he wipe his fuckin eyes
Some of my family members won't accept him, dey cold hearted
But dat boy gon be a legend, he gon be so retarded
At 11 I'm gonna go get my son A farari
It's Choppa city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!)
4's Up 4's Down
Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't give a damn... from the top tah da bottom...
It's choppa city in da ghetto, yea we on dat lever, flippin and turnin I hope you niggaz bout whateva, 50 100 mane we'll send you to the devil, I work this bitch like donkey or last level, every block gotta choppa or two to clear da whole set, dontegive a fuck when it's time to bust from the top thr da bottom dey on give a fuck, nigga get them choppaz out the closet and come and hit cha up extended clips rip a hole in yo fuckin stomache when the war over with that's when they really comin, so I take my fuckin money and I buy em all, cause my niggaz be in beef summer, winter, spring, and fall, it's iraq in the hood, ain't really no stacks in da hood, they puttin choppaz in ya face up in south baton rouge, cut the barrel make it short, dats that track shit catch ya at da red light, smashin!
Remember tryna snatch a purse in that south, now I'm slangin choppas with a hundred round burst in that south I ain't got no scared aim I ain't shootin through no car, I do walk ups and stand offs put barrels in yo mouth, for my boulevard niggaz, DB and dane, still send the money for us for real I neva change motherfuck weak fans it's a Uptown thang, I fuck with cane and I'm a die behind this lane, you niggaz ain't no killas you niggaz shootin in the air, and since Ben gone I'll neva play fair catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I'm bare like fuck a rap for real bitch come take this bloodbath. Say fool, on the real I fuck with you, but fuck them other niggaz that ain't nothin like they do, they don't throw em like we throw em they don't bone like we bone it's a Uptown thang so they find they can't cope.
Long clips and choppas in this hood where they don't give a damn. From the top to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz ain't playin. Long clips and choppas... choppas... choppas... choppas... choppas... from the tops to the bottom, 2009 mane these niggaz ain't playin.
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane!) mane I wish that bitch was still with me. As a juvenille hid it by the club got at some pussy niggaz and fell in love with that yacht. 2 liter two 23's protect my household, my la familia fuck with them, bitch I'm a kill you. Choppas on deck dog you ain't gotta respect a real nigga no way cause u can't when ya head off. I told these niggaz now it's time for me to show these niggaz, jump out with 4 of dem bitches a nigga know it's crystal. That's how da game go, every nigga come up dead they come and get me, these niggaz snitchin (niggaz telin) real talk I know some niggaz on that real walk, and go the bound who gon' clown when they touch down. That's how it is tho, this nigga dead, that nigga dead get out my hood if ya scared!
And lately, I, been so confused
Dropped outta school got a beef and got a tool
Now I'm ready to chop ya crew
Been talkin to tha devil is whateva with lil bo
You ain't heard I was raised by some hard heads
They locked up or they all dead
Spoon fed or dog fed
We untame, that's how I play it
And everybody changin, trippin all a sudden
Ain't askin how I'm feelin they just askin me for money
Now three years ago they talked about me,
Criticized me, and laughed at me
Called me local joker had lil boosie finna stop rappin
I'm still so confused, got bread and still ain't happy
Cause I'm lost without these pictures, lil I and my fuckin daddy
God tell me bout this ho right here, is this just a ho right here? will she keep it gutta if a nigga go and blow this year
That purp is what we smoke this year
Blowin up I see it clear
Rap game on a nigga
I'm finna show them bitch that boosie real
That hatin cause I shake back
Brand new monte, take that
Real spinnas on it, whatever they want
I'm gon pay that
I got it so I lay back
Jung-out style
And I got a five westin connection,
Ask my nigga lil rob
And I got diamonds on my pinky ring
Niggas wanna stank me manye
I flood the city with drank now they callin me the drank king
I'm still tryna maintain, fore I catch me a case
Tryna make baton rouge look like cali and you still gon hate?
And I don't lost alot of niggas, my trust fucked up
And I done did some dirty shit that's why my luck fucked up
It ain't no purple in the city so I'm sippin that tus
I mention like smoke out friday when he hit that dust
Member of them zigzag big sacks them burberry dates
When you snatched your first purse went hit the mall and got laid
Manye they got niggas in the grave so confused
They saw they death comin and they could'ntduck them tools
And lately, I been gettin too motherfuckin high
I'm on my third blunt before the fuckin sun rise
From the cradle to the grave,
I'm gon always keep it gutta
I should be number 1 on everybodys list, motherfucka
[Intro:]
LiL Boosie Bad ass
Alot Of theese niggas ain't ready ta be no gangsta So my word of advice to ya'll niggas, chill out
[Verse:]
Nobody hate me cause they love me.They know I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I ain't stuntin (patna). I'm from a real street whid real heat called Gstreet, cross the trap we 50 deep how the thugs greet. Bein niggas from fat, skinny, ta thin niggas chill out for you be up in that jail house mamas ain't bring us up to be no gangstas, the hood got us all with anger hood got us all in pain. Niggas throwed on every coner bottle after bottle, another kidney gettin weak, from every swallow.Thought he was gine kill one when he bust that choppa. He let it off and killed wohty, and all his patnas. Now he locked up in a 6 man cell (Gettin Fucked). When he touch down he a straight up gal.Wan be a husla ain't even got no street since.You don't deserve it anyway. Ain't from that durty anyway
[Chorus:]
It's to late to be the dope man (Chill Out)
Hoes Love You Till You Broke Man (Chill Out)
Watch Ya Friends Real Close Man (Chill Out)
When I was small
My mama told me (my mama told me)
Whatever you want to be (whatever you wanna be)
You can do it (you can do it boosie)
Aiight
I said aiight mama
I'm a do it
Look
I send this out to everybody with dreams
Who trynna chase they dreams by any means
You might wanna be a lawyer a doctor
Whatever
Do whatever you want
You can do it if you put yo mind to it
Talkin' rap stars trap stars
If you work hard
You can be the best at what you doing
That's a fact boy
I know you from the hood
Shit don't look good
But that don't mean you can't make it out
Be in a nice house
Keep ya head up
Never say you can't
Love yourself if you feel nobody loves you
You can be bigger then jigga
Have your own cologic
Money like Oprah Winfry and Raven Samone
You keep shooting that ball
You keep getting tall
You might be headed to the NBA any day
Gotta pray to god to guide you home
So hit yo knees
If you believe then you can achieve
Take the game from me
Boosie Bad Azz
[Chorus:]
Since an itty bitty kitty
I've been chasn' my dreams
I dreamed this on my desk
Back in middle school [x2]
Since an itty bitty kitty
I've been chasn' my dreams
I'm a be all I can be by any means
Say that
Since an itty bitty kitty
I've been chasn' my dreams
I dreamed this on my desk
Back in middle school
Middle School (kill da world)
Boosie let's ride
High School (McKinley High)
Handful of rocks
17 years old I was the man on the block
Fat knots two at the bottom four at the top
18 I was ready (hustle)
19 ready
20 in a beamer living the movie belly
For real I ain't no wanna-be
Bitch I'm a gonna-be
Told my son you can be better then me if you wanna-be
Got ya mind made up and it can happen
I told the principle every time I got paddled
That one day I'll be rich with alotta nice car
He told me shut up
You gone be behind bars
And you can be a star
And never ever quit
If he ain't doing nothing
He don't need to tell you shit
Say that
When I was 5 my mama
Looked at her son and
Told me boy you gone
Break hearts cause you to cute for just one
Damn why it feel like it's saturday mornin in this bitch. girl in the corner lookin like dora the explorer. bartender lookin like stewart griffin. security guard lookin like homer simpson... ooo shit. I must be in a cartoon damn... too many triple stacks (throw it back)
[Shell:]
Look, lookin out my mind yeah I'm on bout two is you thuggin is your rollin I say how bout you? I done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose now I'm bout to transform cause I'm into cartoons. gotta [?] track of pills and a ounce of that dough and my bitch rolled too in a spongebob shirt, she ain't trippin tho she done bought her friends too I use to knock that pussy out off a half of blues clues. back to my crew yeah my niggas go hard, I done left caught a charge gettin full of dem bars, I had this episode fuckin with this lil broad, she wanted me to hit it hit it by [?], you know I'm a dawg so I didn't hit it raw, that red transformer got my dick real hard, she said the pill make her feel like she sittin on mars so I ate her [?] and beat that pussy on the sharks
[Chorus:]
I'm in a cartoon I'm in a cartoon (throw it back) I'm in a cartoon I'm in a cartoon (throw it back) doin spongebob on em do the ninja turtle on em goin bart simpson on em I'm a transform on em... goin bugs bunny on em I mickey mouse on em goin blues clues on em (in a cartoon)
Boosie: cross the track we throw em back from the summer to the winter use to be a ninja turtle now I turned to master splinter I be actin you can't see me I turn to dragon ball z took two to the head dawg an I turned to sonic the hedgehog I'm clifford red dawg we actin me and my 40 glock we like scooby doo and shaggy I'm poppa smurf round this bitch when I'm on purple round this bitch big bucks like scroge mcduff ain't out of shit (I'm in a cartoon) feel like I'm on the moon saw my girl porsha but my eyes saw dora homer simpson in the buildin (ayyy mouse where marge at?) I can't find tootie aww shit where bart at (throw em back throw em back) [?] I'm always in trouble call me garfield the cat me and my dawgs we gettin stacks you can call us thunder cats look at my neck you see I'm on like I'm kin to fred flintstone
She Gotta, She Gotta Walk That Walk And Booty Talk Oh Yeah
We Got Bad Ass In Here Tonight And Lil Webbie Ya Heard Me
This How It's Goin Down Look Webbie Look
[Verse 1:]
I Got A 5'9" Light Brown Juve
She Got A Coke Bottle Well Shaped Booty
And When She Walk She Booty Talk
Twerkin Like She Marshall Faukins
She Get Loose When She Up In The Dark
She In The Clubs And They Jumpin Like Some Elbows
Comin Out Her Ecko's
Make U Wanna Cop Her Take Her Shoppin At The Metro
I'm Knowin If I Grab Dat Ass I Ain't Gon Let Go
So I'm Gon Act Like I Don't Even See Her When She Tiptoe
But Look Though I'm Ballin
From Cali To New Orleans
I B Seein Cuties Walkin Doin Nuttin But Booty Talkin
Come Here And Come Here And Let A Thug Dress
Put That Gucci On Ya Booty And Make Everybody Sweat You
Got A Walk Like Damn Girl Back It Up Cause U Blockin All The Fan And I'm Hot
And Girl U Turn Me On When U Make Dat Ass Wop
Later On We Goin Home And I'm Goin Make That Ass Flop
Now Drop It Like It's Hot And Clap 3 Times
That Ass All On Her Spine
I Wonder If She Got A Mind Like She Got A Behind
I Ain't Lyin I'm Tryna Hit Her With That 9 Booty Talk
[Chorus: x2]
Now When She Rock Them Tight Jeans All The Big Dawgs Scream Yeah
That's That Booty Talk
When She Walkin Through The Park And U C That Ass Off
That's That Booty Talkin 2 Ya Ain't Nothin Comin Out Her Mouth
[Verse 2:]
I Got A Real Fine Cutie Like She Playin On A Movie
But Everybody Talkin Bout Her Tipdrill Booty
Her Hips Like Clips That Go In A Nine
Her Lips Like Eve She Hard To Find
She Lookin Back At That Booty She Know That She Sick
But I Heard Big Booty Girls Can't Take No Dick
She Got Them Watermelon Tities Let Me Suck On 1
And Them Bazookas N Da Back Let Me Rub On 1
Her Click Name Nba Nothin But Ass
Jumpin Clean Out They Pants Everytime They Dance
Ray Charles Could C Dat Booty When It's Up In The Light
He Might Say Georgia Georgia Dats Wat I Like
I Like It When U Make It Fight
Evanda And Mike Ty To And Jerry Rice
That Booty Like Shootin Dice
U Might Fall All Though The Door When She Come Out Them Draws
I Know Wat I Want 4 Christmas A Big Booty Santa Claus Yeah
Man I'm The Realest All The Big Booty Girls Feel This
So Exercise When U Hear This
[Chorus x2]
She Gotta Booty Like Shenana U Kno I Ain't Lyin
Got Me Growlin Like A Lion When She Walk Though The Line
Put A Glass On That Ass When She Stand Straight Up
God Damn I C Wat Her Mama Gave Her
I Like It When She Make It Clap
When She Rock That Baby Phat
Got My Thang Hard Like Superman Knee Caps
She Make A Thug Relapse
Girl U Kno U A Fool
Plus U Hotter Than A Oven Kno A Thug Need U
Well Look Here Girl With That Thong On Yo Back
Make Me Look Good N The Hood When U N That Cadillac
Matta Fact Count Stacks And Get High
Put A Seatbelt On Them Thighs And Let's Take A Long Ride
But The Question Is Y Yo Booty So Wide
Like I'm Pickin Up A Couch Tryna Take It Inside
She Gotta Face On Her Shoulders Plus The Body
Tight Jeans And Spandex Is Wat She Rockin
And She A Real Dime Piece She Cook And She Clean
But She Always Have Problems Puttin On Them Jeans
Now Booty Talk Get In There Booty Talk Get In There
[Chorus:]
Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch. Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
[Lil Boosie:]
Ask Louisianna, ask Mississipi, Ask little rock nothin can fuck with me. Real talk you can even ask 50. Betta yet you can ask p.diddy. Baltimore my city, I set it off. In Milwaukee I'm the governor nigga, they lovin' a nigga. I'm duvall finest, I'm laced with diamonds. Been up in st. Louis all they do is bang Boosie. [?] in north carolina [?] hundid thousand on my wrist bitch, both arms. Louisiana ain't even gotta talk, (fa what?) in every town I'm the muthafuckin boss. Savannah Georgia I'm higher than anybody, rest in peace camoflauge nigga I got it, got a style that just can't be faded, gotta small drive bad bitches craze.
[Chorus:]
Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch. Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
[Lil Trill:]
We in that thing d-bo, hotta than a heado, walk a wrong way & getcha stung like a mosquito. Young nino, money like a casino, boss name in my city, think I'm al pacino. Chea with the fightin tonight gettin ya chills on. We tryna party all night we ain't goin home. Trill fam yeah you know how we rock every city we hit we got the town on lock. All or nothin yeah that's just how we comin. Tell ya boy to stand down we come in a whole hundid. You can buck, you can dance, you can wyle out. Get outta line & we gon make ya file out.
[Chorus:]
Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch. Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
[Webbie:]
Whatchu mean bruh? Awh mane bruh. I'm in this thang and that's the only thing I came fa. Mugged up, I got my people with me. The whole trill fam, and we don't give a damn. Bout what they talkin bout. Spillin liquor put us out. Put one of em out, I'll punch em in the mouth. Full of drugs, feelin good. I dare ya fa ta look at me. Fuck with me, what nigga? knock ya out & then kick ya apart, stomp the shit up outta bitch & take that shit to the car. Put that tool up on ya homie right in front of ya boy. Murda, first degree, I'm ready ta catch me a charge. Whaaat!
[Chorus:]
Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch. Ya'll betta not fight in this bitch, cause I plan on stayin' all night in this bitch [x2]
[Foxx:]
Don't get to fightin my niggas might get to shootin. I got fifty niggas with me, 49 of em bootin. I'm on all kinda drugs I don't know which way ta go. Left my mind at the house, left my cigar at the store, left my weed in tha car, left my henny at the bar, left my rubber on yo bed, left yo woman in the dark. Tell tha dj run it back, yeah we on the hundid pack. Got somebody babymama kissin where my stomach at. Betta cool yo lil nachos, actin like you macho. Hitcha with that 40 knock the meat up out ya taco. I don't even drank but got this giant goose bottle. You can keep the ratchets cause I'm leavin' with a model!
[Chorus:]
Success Rolls Up On You Without A Warning, But It Looks The Same For Everybody.It Has Eyes Ears And
A Jealous Streak.Mistake It For Anything Else... You'll Suffer.
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it
My money don't fold, don't get mixed up
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it
Always stay true, stay true to tha G-CODE
I'm a still do me be the same ol g you better believe me.
I'm a rep my block every town every city everywhere I go.
That's if you didn't know. you better believe me.
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
Ladies And Gentlemen It's Boosie Boo King Of Louisiana I Been The Truth
If You Don't Know Betta Ask Somebody
I Am The Show And The After Party
I'm Stackin Dough Ain't Gotta Sell Crack No Mo Still On My Grind
Gotta Alot Of Kids At Home Gotta Get It On Late Nights Til The Early Morn
50 Grand In My Pants Like Ivy Smith
Give Back To The Hood Like Nino Brown
Neck Kinda Freezy Boy Believe It
You Can Playa Hate But Take It Easy
We Got The Streets (who dat)
Me And Jeezy
Learned from the streets How To Stack The Breezy
Got Love From The Hood So It's All Good We Both Gone Eat (who dat)
Me And Jeezy Ridin Down The Highway (Zooom, Zooom)
4'5 On Side Mee (Booom, Booom)
Badd Chick On Side Me (Ooohh, Ooohh)
She Roller Coaster Ridin Me.
In The Projects Where You Find Me
I Got The Hood Behind Me
My Records Sellin Out The Store Now
My Money Don't Fold Now
You Best Believe They Feelin Me
From Alaska To Tennessee
From The East To The West Coast
I Smoke On The Best Smoke
We Pushinn Lambos; Phantoms;
And Bentley Coupes Now
People Hollin Out The Window Ayy Boosiee You Got The Juice Now? !
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it
My money don't fold, don't get mixed up
You better believe it
You better believe it
You better believe it
Always stay true, stay true to tha G-CODE
I'm a still do me be the same ol g you better believe me.
I'm a rep my block every town every city everywhere I go.
That's if you didn't know. you better believe me.
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Brick on top of brick yeah I layed my foundation and I built my house
And it was mixtape after mixtapes and next thang you know I was running the south
Streets introduced me to the trap see that wasn't enough I wanted the world
That was round time my album dropped and the next thang you know I was running the world
Who u thank he is bitch one of the girls jeezy
See ya ass in dem jeans make you one of tha girls
I'm a super nigah need a cape for me
Real street niggas can relate to meh
Big disappointment I would hate to be
At the wrong palce at the wrong time
Wrong line, wrong name, right car but the wrong thang
Can't tell me shit I'm a grown mane
16 years ole with a old thang
Same clothes for days, same spot for months
2 aks and a box of blunts
If money you want then it's money you get
Hanging with rite blow den it's money you get
Ever beleive that I'd ever believe that I'd ever achieve what I ever achieve
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Stop this bitch let me tell the world some
From the bottom to the top shoulda seen that shit
Me and my lil nigga thugged it from the mud every thang I spit I really mean that shit
It's crazy ain't it hard to explain and I done got famous
All I did was bring it
Savagelife behind the mic now everybody hollin out trill entertainment
Rest in peace pimp c I scream that shit everytime I do shows
You put me on and I ain't forget so for my nigah I gotta fuck two hoes
Whateva ya'll mean I ain't got green jus cus you see me in the hood don't thank I can't leave
When I was 19 already had a whole deal ya'll other lil niggas ya'll jus selling ya'll dreams
I ain't through yet I done it all
But I got a lot of stuff I even do yet
I fucked up I ain't make it through school I'm a see if my kids goin make it thru that
From Miami to LA back to Manhatten where the big cake
From Baton Rouge I done did it goin head admit it I'm a the shit hey
And I don't care what a bitch say I'm a be like this till I get gray and I ain't putin no rims on it
When it 500 hundred to ride factory
The new album is on the way this the real deal so you know you gotta wait
All bustas
Father God I've been Betrayed (Cause I've been betrayed)
Feel Like They Beat me Like a Slave
How many niggas been betrayed out there tonight,
Plenty of times nigga, Nigga don't keep it real nomo'
After all the fucking shit we done be threw, (huh bruh)
All the pussy niggas we done 'tend too
But it don't mean nothing when a nigga money low
Nigga'll shoot ya in ya back and cut ya fucking throat
Like rich and [?] now it's hard for me to trust somebody
Family need it, they'll steal if they know you got it
God forgive me I've been hurt by a couple of niggas that's why I wake up say my prayers and be like fuck a nigga
Bitches want riches so they tryna the slide the rubba off
Tryna get pregnant when you stupid hoes gone learn ya lesson
Man it seems like the mo' love you showed a nigga, when it fall off
You be like damn did I know this nigga
I'm glad I wrap 'cause these days the testify,
Need ain't catch Lue with nothing and he got 25,
Just 'cause he say he gone ride don't mean he love you dawgg,
It's Cane and Abel again, forgive us Father God.
[Chorus:]
Father God I've been Betrayed
Feel Like They Beat me Like a Slave
But I Learn From My Mistakes
We Living in the Last Days Pray For Me They Made Me Cold Hearted
I've Been Betrayed
Feel Like They Beat ME Like a Slave
But I Learn From My Mistakes
We Living in the Last Days Pray For Me They Made Me Cold Hearted (Cold Hearted)
They criticize me huh
They Talk About Me But
Ain't Nobody Wanna Sign Me
I Had to Show My Ass
If I Love You There Ain't No Question I'd Give Ya My Last
One Day This Heart Gonna Get Me Zipped up in a BodyBag
What About ya First Love? huh She Played it Cold Didn't it?
Made a Nigga Shed a Tear and She Changed the Nigga
So We Fuck'em And Dump'em Never Trust'em Or Love'em
No Need For Friends Fuck Friends Friends turn to Bustas
Momma Gonna Tell ya When That Nigga Ain't Right (Momma Know!)
Momma Know Because She Pray Every Night
I Done And Wash My hands With this Pussy Shit
Niggas Be Hating But Boosie Boo He Hood Rich
On Top Of That I'm a Scorpio so I'm UnForgivable
First Time You Fuck With Me Dog I Let Them Killas Go
I'm Down and Dirty Cause a nigga Heard Me
Jesus suppose to be dead But I Let him Slide Cause he Ain't Worthy
Father God I've been Betrayed
Feel Like They Beat me Like a Slave
But I Learn From My Mistakes
We Living in the Last Days Pray For Me They Made Me Cold Hearted
I've Been Betrayed
Feel Like They Beat ME Like a Slave
But I Learn From My Mistakes
I Kno Lately Dat We Ain't Did Much
But On My Momma, Girl I Promise I'm Gone Make Dat Up
I Kno U Sick Of All Them Bitches With Dem Rumors And Lies
But However Gets The Weather U Gone Always B Mine
So I'm Gone Stretch My Time,
We Gone Make Things Rite
No Mo Layin Between Da Sheets By Yoself At Nite
And I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Beat Dat Pussy Up
Girl I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Till U Holla Dats Enough
[Verse 1:]
I Walked Outside(Look) I'm Tired Of Dis Man
My Juvie In Da Yard With My Draws In Her Hand
My Girl Looked At Me Said U Dog Ass Nigga
Finst To But Dis Knife In Yo Mufuckin Liver (No U Ain't)
I Could Say Shit Had To Leave Da House(Let's Go Man)
She Punch Me In My Shit All I Did Was Walk Off
Because I'm Wrong
But Tonite Wen She Go Home
I'm Gone Keep Callin Her Phone
Till She Let Me Lay Dat Bone(Fuck Dat Shit0
My Other Bitch Done Put Me On Child Support
My Nigga On Dat Run Slip And Got On Dat Dope
I Need To Fuck Somethin Bad I Got Some Presure Built Up
So The Next Thang I Fuck She Gone Get Extra Ripped Up
I Looked Up To God And Said U Gotta Fix Dis Shit(U Gotta Fix Dis Shit)
I Got Jlo At Home I Need My Bitch
Look 3 In Da Mourin Girl Still Hangin Up Da Phone
She Answered Bring Yo Nasty Ass Home (Girl I'm On My Way)
I Kno Lately Dat We Ain't Did Much
But On My Momma, Girl I Promise I'm Gone Make Dat Up
I Kno U Sick Of All Them Bitches With Dem Rumors And Lies
But However Gets The Weather U Gone Always B Mine
So I'm Gone Stretch My Time,
We Gone Make Things Rite
No Mo Layin Between Da Sheets By Yoself At Nite
And I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Beat Dat Pussy Up
Girl I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Till U Holla Dats Enough
[Verse 2:]
Man Dis Next Time Dis Bitch Hit Me On My Cherp
Boosie How My Mouth Was
And I'm Rite On Da Side Of My Fuckin Girl
Oh U Letin Dem Hoes Suck On My Shit
I Said No She Suck B But He Just Played Like He Was Me
She Got Quit For A Minute I Kissed Her On Her Neck
I Played With Dat Pussy And I Got My Girl Wet
She Said I Love Yo Black Ass, I Said I Love U Too
Another Bitch Hit Me Up Boosie Wat Do We Do
She Grab My Phone Who Is Dis
Hoe Hung Up She Broke My Shit
Threw All Out My Doeja Shit Made A Nigga Mo Sick
Damn Wat I Done Did
She Like Boosie U Ain't Gone Nevea She Yo Muthafuckin Kids
I Told Her Dat I'm Sorry
I'm Tired Of Lyin Tired Seein My Girl Cryin
I Need A 2nd 3rd Chance
Please Don't Get Another Man
Been Months Since I Took U Out
Always In Dat Fuckin South
I Wanna Beat Dat Pussy Up Please Don't Put A Nigga Out
I Kno Lately Dat We Ain't Did Much
But On My Momma, Girl I Promise I'm Gone Make Dat Up
I Kno U Sick Of All Them Bitches With Dem Rumors And Lies
But However Gets The Weather U Gone Always B Mine
So I'm Gone Stretch My Time,
We Gone Make Things Rite
No Mo Layin Between Da Sheets By Yoself At Nite
And I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Beat Dat Pussy Up
Girl I'm Gone Beat Dat Pussy Up, Till U Holla Dats Enough
[Verse 3:]
Now Lately Erbody Been Tripin
Me, U, Da Children, Eebody Been Slipin
I'm a Keep It Real Let's Get It Rite
Let's Have A Dinner Girl Candle Lite
Dat'll Be Nice
But Da Ice Don't Make It Happy
But It Wasn't All Dat It Was Hoes Who Made Da Madness
Us To Laugh With Each Other Now We Mad At Each Other
In Da Bed We Us To Cuddle Now I Barely Even Fuck Her
And Er Time U Gone I Be Thinkin Of U
Got My Thang Rock Hard Girl I'm Fennin For U
And Da First Time We Met It Was Da Rite Time
U Was Bonnie I Was Clyde
U Down To Ride Please Nigga I'm Ride Or Die
Dats Wat I Like To Hear Whispered Softly In My Ear
Let's Take Em To Da Bank
Like Sagar Dey Hard To Kill
All Des Years Down Da Dran
75 Percent I'm Wrong
I Never Change But I'm Workin To Get Betta
I Kno Lately Dat We Ain't Did Much
But On My Momma, Girl I Promise I'm Gone Make Dat Up
I Kno U Sick Of All Them Bitches With Dem Rumors And Lies
But However Gets The Weather U Gone Always B Mine
So I'm Gone Stretch My Time,
We Gone Make Things Rite
No Mo Layin Between Da Sheets By Yoself At Nite
[Verse 1:]
I like dem freaky ass hoes kno wat I'm talkin bout
Them hoes who don't talk who just put it n their mouth
Them hoes who go off suck da whole click up
Ride a nigga dick from da back niggas love dat
I'm patiently waitin
In da corner I'm smokin while ma niggas in da room hollin bussa wide open
Ii like gurls who like gurls I like'em pairs five people in da bed n we locked up like crabs
Like sex like money she don't neva use her teeth so I kcall her young gummy]
Big money got da women real loose they don't need no goose they just wanna c boo n it's goin down jr jumpin out da top row seats too bleek finna join in and slang me too evrybody fuckin somethin
Big dookie he cuttin something
Jack wanna sample
We clownin savanna
[Chorus:]
Send me one ain't scared ass mouth n head [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Let's get straight to the fact(wats happenin)
Girl wats happenin with that cat let a nigga stab dat
Only nigga want a nigga like woooo
Beta be careful school girl boosie boo like hoes
Only n fa one nite so u gotta get rite
N if u ain't then u gota get like
Like a bitch with a mean head
Clean pussy
Pretty face
Pay da bills at her on place
Dats ma lil gangsta
Bend ova let me spank u on da rite side
U kno wat taste your pussy if yo mouth dry
She like where ya'll niggas from we say da southside
Actin bad whoopin dem hoes with our call fire
[Chorus:]
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
Knock, knock, I'm in this *** let me get some act right
Who it is at the do'? This baby track light
They criticize me, talk about me like some ***
They *** my name up with promos, say I don't come to shows
But you got me *** up, so I'm bucked up and *** up
So I wrote this song for *** made ***
Still got all switch played ***
?He gon' die from diabetes?, that's what they said
?The way he livin', he gon' end up like his *** dad?
They say my attitude rude, I need sum ADD
So they put on medication, told Mama to pray for me
Wonder what make 'em hate on me, my heart made of gold
But now I'm *** off, ready to cut they *** off
Stick it up in they *** mouth and *** it, oh, yeah, I'm thuggin'
Strappin' up in the project got me ain't scared of nothin'
Keep my name up out yo' mouth and be careful, lil' ***
Or the *** ambulance gon' have to help you, lil' ***
Man, I'm tired of this childish ***, gon' get into sum ridah ***
Every time I see you, I'm gonna hit you with that proper ***
*** bring the blues, really ain't got nothin' to lose
Keep my name up out yo' mouth and *** I ain't gon' *** wit you
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
My sugar up, I'm heated now, ready to get even now
I don't talk no ***, I talk my *** where the *** now
I don't hold back ***, yeah, they so bad ***
Everybody holla-in' gutta *** know that's had ***
My baby mama, she gotta go, she leave my son wit anybody
She won't be needin' so bad but she need that face and that big ***
My teachers talk about me bad every time I cut they class
Now I *** they daughters in they *** 'cuz they made me mad
All my friends who turned on me
They like, ?Boosie, you wanna get high??
I don't burn, homie, they even talk about Donkey all the time
I heard yo' cousin got life plus 99
How he get out 'cuz he shot at all the time?
Damn near had me crown and they say I ratted on you
But his own blood ratted on 'em, put that in yo' notes
But I kept it real wit his *** when we start makin' that cash
When it went down, he changed, that's why I'm mad
That's why I'm mad
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
They killed my dog, it's hurtin' me, got me back on purple leaf
*** my head up mo' 'cuz I see 'em lay down on the murder scene
Now I'm mad as a *** sad as a ***
Ready to get in some savage ***
Gotta be cool, can't be no fool, gotta plan this *** and damage it
Police, they nosey, they askin' how much bread I make
Askin' 'bout my watch and bracelets, deep inside, they player hate
Now I'm mad at the world, cursin' out everybody
Sometimes I take it out on my girl but I'm sorry
But I'm thinkin' 'bout my father and I got so much rage
And I know that he gon' rise up out that muthaf*** grave
You ain't heard? They banned that 50 movie
'Get Rich Or Die Tryin''
But if it's a law, then Arnold S*** they kill all the time
But he black, so it's different, it's a fact, it's racism
Plus I'm mad wit Bush decision, what he gon' do about terrorism?
Need to send some nuclear bombs
'Cuz once again they gon' come
They hittin' them big cities
I'm glad I'm from where I'm from but I'm mad
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
They criticize me, huh? They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, you done made me mad
I thank these niggas scared me (its cool though) nigga bump my shit see dont even holla.
I bump yo shit nigga Ima holla at you (Butfuck that shit Ima real nigga to me)
Before I lay me down to sleep
I know that they dont want no beef
I thank these niggas scared (scared)
I thank these niggas scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
Bitch but I know you scared of me
Bitch dont wanna holla Bitch Im bout a dolla
I done came so sick now Ima problem (problem child)
Cant get no features on my album niggas scared of Lil Boosie
So when they ask me "what it do?"
Ima tell em "Fuck you"
When they mention me its negative
Its neva positive
Nigga down talk me but I got alot of skills
I got a lil dough that make these niggas suckas
Yall rappin n rhymin I tell life stories muthafucka
You thank that you can hold me back bitch I been retarted
And I got respect regardless if I dont hit the red carped (how you love that?)
And finna make em catch hell
You saw the double XL
Me and lil nigga finna scoop a baby G and real nigga
This game a nigga got a put yo hoes on my track have hoes sellin top and bottom
That mouf and that cat bitch
All you niggas wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin
Open ya eyes while ya shootin
Ole scary ass nigga!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an dont fuck around wit boosie
I thank they scared (Man I thank these niggas scared)
I took a walk by the big dogs niggas turnin they head
They listen to my music but cant holla? Them niggas scared
But its cool wit me bitch you know Lil Boosie be in yo city on yo stage
Do wat you gon do to me
After the show Im wit my fans givin kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by muthapunks who wanna be thugs
You niggas lyin on yall records bitch you got me heated
HANNIBAL LECTURE ONE OF YOU BITCHES
CUT YO TONGUE AND MAKE YOU EAT IT!
They burnin my cds, burnin my cd, well they burning my cds made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matta what (no matta wat)
Every street, every ally, every corner wit the fie marijuana
They got Boosie in the deck
And Boosie got respect
When the otha rappers hit I put goosebumps up on they necks
To his throne Ima threat
Man Im young but Ima vet
Man Im right behind you in line nigga
And I next
All you niggas wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin (Betta know wat ya doin)
Open ya eyes while ya shootin
Ole scary ass nigga!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an dont fuck around wit boosie (Betta stay in the movies)
I thank they scared (Man I thank these niggas scared)
You niggas goin platnum sellin more than my clique
But aint nobody at yo shows I know ya feel like a bitch
Cuz yo street cred is nuthin (nuthin)compared to me who thuggin (thuggin)
And on the way under you a one hit wonder
And I drop hit after hit
You aint got to fast forward shit
Just put me in and Let me role
I bet you say he ice cold
Im shinin like a light pole (bling)
Got niggas lookin stupid (stupid)
I got more ice than sum of these clows that play on movies
And its bright night I thank they scared of me
He saw his bitch checkin me out
Now he handcuffin
If you aint neva live that life then don rap bitch (dont rap bitch)
If you aint neva live that street you need a map bitch and a cold cut sandwhich
Ima tell ya I dont feel that nigga
He only show up once a year ol mc rib ass nigga
So I be like
"before I lay me down to sleep I know that they dont what no beef"
ARRH RUFF MAN I THANK THESE NIGGAS SCARED!
All you niggas wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin (Betta know wat ya doin)
Open ya eyes while ya shootin
Ole scary ass nigga!
All you rappers (all you rappers) wanna be actors
Betta stay in the movies an dont fuck around wit boosie (Betta stay in the movies)
Yeah, we finna set it off in this muthaf***, you heard me?
I'm finna put you *** ass *** in the trash can
What you talkin' 'bout, ***?
I'm tired of all y'all ***
Y'all annoyin' me now for real, ***
You wanna talk s***? You wanna run your mouth?
You want some gangstas front your muthaf*** house?
We'll set this *** off, yeah, set this *** off
We'll set this *** off, set this *** off
They call me Bad A** and I'll punish you
You ain't my equal, we ain't people and I ain't one of you
Since '98, I grabbed my plate up off the lunch table
I told Mama I'm thuggin' outside, we don't need cable
Now I'm the nipples on the ***, I'm the motor called a Hummy
I'm the V-12 in that 760, you ***
We real *** with G-codes, love to go in 'Beast' mode
We thuggin', we all got bread
So if we fall, we the crutches, we the dodo in the dutches
I'm the photo in the camera, I'm the *** when it snap ya
I got the sickest Beamer, I got the sickest Magnum
I got the sickest charger, y'all's 30, mine's 40
I told you ***, Webbie and me, 'fore you get stretched in the street
This the day that you gon' be deceased for playin' with a beast
I told Turk take off my collar, I'm finna take it there
You *** ain't playin' my projects, y'all played at the fair
Trill Entertainment, that's my thugs there, it's love there
D.A., don't search my house 'cuz there ain't no muthaf*** drugs there
We smart with this s***, we got retarded with this s***
Duce-Duce up in my shoe, I set if off up in this ***
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Man, I be thuggin', I be fresh, I be super clean
With Gucci shades, wit some J's you ain't never seen
The race car jacket with 'bout 80 *** patches
With the car to match it, Tony Stewart, it's a classic
Y'all penny pinchin', *** we spendin' on y'all ***
Call Savage from the back
Come pour some Henny on these *** man
You don't wanna *** wit me, I learned from the streets
I roll wit my heat, never turn on my peeps
'Cuz I'm gutta, came out my mama a hustla
Been through the rain and the pain, now I'm a dirty muthaf***
I'll hurt a muthaf***, set it off in this ***
Y'all *** coughin' in this ***, we flossin' in this ***
And I walk real well, *** goin' to jail
Come home and set it off and get ya mail
I got a mind full of evil thoughts
So don't get ya people caught 'round my people house
'Cuz believe me, I'ma set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
You jumpin' like a frog, we'll put you on that wall
Set it off in this muthaf*** set it off
My click, all dogs, ***, don't make us set it off
Oh, you bucked up and f*** up and you ain't got no mind
Don't even respect your elders, no, you ain't respectin' mine
But I'm gon' hit you wit that n***, put some sense in you
Shoulda put somethin' on your *** when you was a lil' ***
But you won't play wit the real ***, well set it off
You scared to let it off, plus your daddy was no dog
Your mama had more heart than your daddy, ***
He ain't gon' set nothin' off, that's who made you soft
***, you wan' come in the south, where it get dumb in that drought
Where *** whyle out like O dog and run in your house
And run in your mouth, it's crucial, watch what you say 'bout Boosie
'Cuz 'Boosie to U***, that is hip main foolish
I ain't never had s*** but I can f*** a bad ***
Quicker that you can count to 6, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, she hit
I don't play, I lay laws, you my size, I break jaws
Get disrespected at all, I set it off
I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off
I set it off in this muthaf***
Don't make me let it off in this muthaf***
And you gon' respect a dog up in this muthaf***
'Cuz I'll set it off, set if off
I'll set it off, yeah, this Boosie, Bad A**
And it ain't no game wit me, you heard me?
Ain't *** ain't nobody *** wit me
Out there right now, you heard me?
I'm comin' sick, straight from the heart of Baton
You know what I'm sayin'?
I hear these streets, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'd took you from anywhere
You can put this *** in the White House
Their song, it ain't no game with me, n***
And if you don't like me, you're lame
Fuck You
Waz sup Waz happenin
This Weebie Trill young savage aka Lil Baton Rouge
howeva you wanna me (Big Head Boy you stay yo ass outta jail)
now look at the bad bitches nigga
fuck them industry niggas
niggas made it hard on me
but ima keep it in the streets
long as i got my cds nigga im straight
ya heard me nigga
lets go this real nigga shit haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..
Damn nigga how you do it like that
Make the gangsta ass niggas bump to music like that
Make them bitch fine hoes shake they bootie like that
21 row scrap wit lil boosie it like that
Play mad games wit me
I'll do ya like that
I'm a grown man
bitch pursue me like that
Smoke nothin' but the best
cruise and lay back
with some trill niggas
that I knew just way back
Still young
I ain't caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrappin'
and can't wait to push a nigga face back
Number one on 1-oh-6
still around the racetrack
still hangin' in the mix
where I ain't safe at
I'm on some foolishness shit
with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house bitch
you move and get hit
I can't take out my grill
cause I can't take out this reel
I'm the savage shit trille
and from my heart man I feel
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
I did your bitch outta pocket
put some dick in her ass
I got a 84 baritz and its sittin on glass
I'm a young pimp nigga
with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone
like my name Mick Jagger
pussy niggas can't fuck with the pimp in the savage
we gettin' sucked in every city
make a whole lot of cabbage
Gettin' head on the regular level ya ain't shit
some real trille niggas for life up in this bitch
I never go to war without that motherfuckin' gun
Down south bitch we like DMC and run
Like chuck D say bitch my oozie weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch I'll knock out ya lungs
I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin
niggas knock out ya brain
Leave a lump in ya lap
your tongue in your dash so I bust 17
and I smashed the gas
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
Fuck you nigga
my bloodline sicker
make a quarter outta nickel
been like that since I was little
From the hood
where the killas keep them pistols smokin'
swishas drink liquor bang a nigga
southside gangsta nigga
fuck everything you goin' through
badazz'll punish you
show no love
love will get you killed
so here we come for you
gats a gat a stack's a stack
my click they'll beast
it's goin' down where we roam
in the hotel suite
old lady gone crazy
caught me rollin up 3
beat that pussy out her drawers
and I put her to sleep
you bullshittin' with me
boy my nerves stay bad
get one of my convicts out the hood to put that dick in ya ass
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
Nigga
fuck you
yeah I fucked your bitch nigga
fuck you
And you better not say shit nigga
fuck you
yeah you be runnin' that shit nigga
Fuck you
you ain't got none of that shit nigga
fuck all yall niggas
If you ain't rollin' with us,
fuck you nigga
Nigga makin' all these broad statements
you'll be on a motherfuckin' shirt
nigga
face the shit nigga
If your ass washed up you washed up
it's a new era nigga
for this gangsta shit
and we don't play no games
yall niggas be rappin' bout that shit
but we put that tool on yo bitch ass nigga
go shit yo ass down nigga
garbage ass nigga
bfi ass nigga
nigga we got in this shit straight off you know
real shit
we got in these streets our damn self
nigga makin these
we goin' let that shit go
But you know what
This is for my niggas, my romes, my rollers, my killas, my thugs, my niggas
my luv, my cock it back ready to bust
Boosie Bad Azz
(Now) If you love yo nigga, Hug yo nigga (hug yo nigga)
Look em' dead in the eye
And tell yo nigga
tell that nigga you love em' (you love them)
We started out
smoking weed in the park
vision in our eyes
tryin make it home foe dark
flippin off the clothes line, holes in our jeans
fuckin wit these hoes mind, on the trampoline
trippin off that purple haze, tryin get it off
gotta find a junkie
at the bottom mad dog
all fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets
and even if you right or wrong it on mane its beef (off top)
I cut class wit this nigga
act a ass wit this nigga
off that hide-go-get
unless them hoes suckin dick
feeling like the shit on the first week of school
till ya clothes run out now you acting a fool
member when we first started grindin'
they was giving us hell
all the OG's was hatin tryin hog all the sells
but the OG's started chosen
we busted the hood open
and my niggas they keep a nigga rollin
I Love ya
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
yeah I love my niggas (I love my niggas)
and all my niggas love me (They Love me)
yeah I love my niggas (I love y'all nigga)
Till eternity (4 life)
This for donkey, bleak, kirby, and my brother
Brunson Ed Lova and my nigga headbussa
This for Jr and Big Chris off the GST
This for Ivy Ace and Josh who resting in peace
This for Big Turk Big Mel Spurlock and Big deuce
Big Slim AL too Fat Fox and head too
For Tony T. my nigga Goola and Project Pat
This for Lil' Mel off the BL
For Titus and Timmy, I aint seen em' in a minute
This for my nigga Gator on the purple purple spinage
This for bleak in Angola (Poochie) Mook in Angola (Wow)
This for my nigga Dee Dee knocking heads off the shoulders
For the families, The Hatches, The Givens
for the prays they were sending that keep a nigga living
This for Webbie
we had that argument that day
he still came to see me in the hospital the next day
He must love Me
[Chorus]
Whoever thought in elementary that me and yooou
end up in penitentiary
If I tell you that I love you I mean (I meant that nigga)
that aint this liquor or these pills that's the way a nigga feel on the real
hung around the nigga so much we like the same hoes
spit the same game, plus we wear each other clothes
on the rode they be wit me city to city
they watch my every move quick cause lil boosie loss shit
This for Mouse and Bee, who keep my tracks coming down
This for my Uncle Dee OG out of Eazy town
This for my son tootie that's my lil nigga
and even when Im gone im gone still be wit ya
Say Que a nigga miss ya and I miss ya peeps (Chicago man)
Who help started this vibe that made you leave the streets
What up bunk you know its love here from my block to yo block
This for my niggas in the cell block (WOW)
[Chorus]
I wanna thank that nigga Pimp C for everythang nigga
All the love believe that
I wanna thank my CEO Big Mel and Big Turk
for not quitting on a nigga
keeping me focus
keeping my mind right, all the way right
My mind right, bread right, whateva
I wanna thank my family for the prays
The Hatches, The Givens and Trill ENT
That's why I Love ya, One moe time
[Chorus]
[Intro:]
Uh huh Lil Boosie this me nigga gangsta ima do some shit some real shit
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
[Boosie:]
I been goin' thru some shit
from my niggas to my bitch
and these niggas wanna stitch
I wanna get rich
plus sometimes I don't believe (why?)
tryin' to sell 100,000
but they burnin' my CD's (thats fucked up)
niggas and bitches
please
won't you get me help
get your ass up off the computer
and buy this shit up off the shelf
cause I wanna ride candy man
just like the others
sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
like my brother
These niggas say they love ya
but they get dope
how you a rat like that
and try to steal ya ho
I still cope
And these niggas wanna rap about you
know you a soldier
but they still wanna bring that savage out you
to get exposed
and these hoes they for the money
tell your old lady dirty lies
but they know they frontin'
check this out
in baton rouge
it's real wicked
and you can't go platinum now here
cause this ain't New York City
and all my cousins doin' time
thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' bout em
everytime I take a sip of henn
and I ain't gonna lie
I don't wanna be like cammaflogue
I met him one week
the next week he died
I almost cried
damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
They hatin' cause I'm VIP
Ride through my city
with my hat bent like TIP
I'm all G
they got a niggas signin a deal
but they can't talk like I be talkin'
cause I spit the real
till I get killed
these niggas changin' like a weather
think he your nigga
but you lookin' at the fuckin' devil
who want your bezzle
and that voice that he wish he had
jealousy got niggas creepin' down to bust ya ass
we livin' fast
but you notice I got em B
money cars clothes and hoes
till they pocket me
This for my niggas down in Texas
all the fuckin' swingers
who got the whole other side of town
wanna thank em
I'm stressin' cause the things I did
Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
this shit is real
wish I had a real friend to holla
they tend to laugh
when I tell em bout my fuckin problems
But I be stackin' the feds
so I be straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for webbie
cause webbie wild with that crown
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
[Boosie:]
I'm sippin gallons tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin my niggas keep it gutta
but they seem to change
that's why I'm solo
blowin' dodo in a different city
thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me
but they rollin' wit me
My ho da sickest
but she listen to what the streets say
that got me stressin
cause she might be leavin' anyday
I try to pray
but when I holla he ain't holla back
that's why I'm missin' prayer daily
tryin' to get these stacks
why that
the situation that I'm in
the judge tryin' to send me to the pen
and give me ten
and do me in
got me stressin' on some major shit
my mama agin'
and my grandma and my baby's sick
this hatin' shit
got me one step away from clickin'
this me against the world livin'
got all my people bitchin'
I look my mama in her eye
told her respect the game
she like boosie leave it alone
look at craig ganes
damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
[Outro:]
That's real life right here
you go through so much
you know what I'm sayin'
nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin'
but a nigga be strugglin' at the same time
why they be ballin' man
I been goin' through some thangs
I been goin' through some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man
[Intro:]
Uh huh Lil Boosie this me nigga gangsta ima do some shit some real shit
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
[Boosie:]
I been goin' thru some shit
from my niggas to my bitch
and these niggas wanna stitch
I wanna get rich
plus sometimes I don't believe (why?)
tryin' to sell 100,000
but they burnin' my CD's (thats fucked up)
niggas and bitches
please
won't you get me help
get your ass up off the computer
and buy this shit up off the shelf
cause I wanna ride candy man
just like the others
sometimes I wish I shoulda take the good route
like my brother
These niggas say they love ya
but they get dope
how you a rat like that
and try to steal ya ho
I still cope
And these niggas wanna rap about you
know you a soldier
but they still wanna bring that savage out you
to get exposed
and these hoes they for the money
tell your old lady dirty lies
but they know they frontin'
check this out
in baton rouge
it's real wicked
and you can't go platinum now here
cause this ain't New York City
and all my cousins doin' time
thuggin' in the pen
I'm thinkin' bout em
everytime I take a sip of henn
and I ain't gonna lie
I don't wanna be like cammaflogue
I met him one week
the next week he died
I almost cried
damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want rock candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
They hatin' cause I'm VIP
Ride through my city
with my hat bent like TIP
I'm all G
they got a niggas signin a deal
but they can't talk like I be talkin'
cause I spit the real
till I get killed
these niggas changin' like a weather
think he your nigga
but you lookin' at the fuckin' devil
who want your bezzle
and that voice that he wish he had
jealousy got niggas creepin' down to bust ya ass
we livin' fast
but you notice I got em B
money cars clothes and hoes
till they pocket me
This for my niggas down in Texas
all the fuckin' swingers
who got the whole other side of town
wanna thank em
I'm stressin' cause the things I did
Not wearin a rubber got me stuck now with three kids
this shit is real
wish I had a real friend to holla
they tend to laugh
when I tell em bout my fuckin problems
But I be stackin' the feds
so I be straight when I'm gone
I been prayin' for webbie
cause webbie wild with that crown
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
[Boosie:]
I'm sippin gallons tryin' to ease the pain
Hopin my niggas keep it gutta
but they seem to change
that's why I'm solo
blowin' dodo in a different city
thinkin' these niggas tryin' to do me
but they rollin' wit me
My ho da sickest
but she listen to what the streets say
that got me stressin
cause she might be leavin' anyday
I try to pray
but when I holla he ain't holla back
that's why I'm missin' prayer daily
tryin' to get these stacks
why that
the situation that I'm in
the judge tryin' to send me to the pen
and give me ten
and do me in
got me stressin' on some major shit
my mama agin'
and my grandma and my baby's sick
this hatin' shit
got me one step away from clickin'
this me against the world livin'
got all my people bitchin'
I look my mama in her eye
told her respect the game
she like boosie leave it alone
look at craig ganes
damn
[Chorus:]
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
I been goin' thru some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
I want ride candy man
I been goin' thru some thangs
hopin' my niggas stay the same
but they always change
[Outro:]
That's real life right here
you go through so much
you know what I'm sayin'
nigga be thinkin' nigga be ballin'
but a nigga be strugglin' at the same time
why they be ballin' man
I been goin' through some thangs
I been goin' through some thangs
and don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man
i want rock candy man
but don't nobody understand me man
[Chorus: x2]
Lil'Boosie love, Lil'Boosie, Lil'Boosie love, I've been holdin it down so long,
Lil'Boosie love (yeah baby)
[Verse 1:]
Now when you see me in my Benz put your L's up, dat mean you got love for me and you care bra. So many years of rough rhymes got dem lovin Boo, and I'm a real thug nigga and I love you too. Light up your swisha lil' nigga gon crank it up, you got your li
Ghter and your liquor gon drank it up. Now swerve by if you Boosie through the sign, you love your hood throw your hood high in the sky. You lost your thug pour some syrup on the curve for him, keep it poppin throw a party every 3rd for him. And Lil'Boos
Ie love is from the newest thug to the truest thug, everybody showin love. Cause I keep on coming and I keep on spitting, I gotta tell it like Tupac that you can't knock my visit. And I don got betta, and if you a hater you need to get up on my level and g
Et Boosie love.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
(Look remember this look) I call my bitch, and talk to my bitch. I slaughter my bitch and ya'll love that shit. My family in the background hollin thug that shit (man thug that shit) My hoes in the crowd hollin look at that bitch. It's that bad azz shit
You gon rewind this song, you might know the whole thing by the time you get home. I'm on the grind in the monin, I'm the best of the best. I ain't no deadbeat daddy all my chern be fresh. Look they banging Boosie in the morning, Boosie in the evening and
Boosie when it's storming. Look man I'm the one that got these niggas hollin gutta, and can't nobody touch me when I'm talking bout my mother. I throw a capital sign for my motherfuckin brotha, he throw a prayer back for my motherfuckin struggle. If you
Hustle you gon feel it if you don't, then you lame if you lame then you lame and you need to make a change and get Boosie love.
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
(Check this out look) Walk out the house every morning feeling luxury, ride luxury you niggas can't fuck with me. New fits and new kicks, I got a lot of new shit. And all my raps they be true shit, but sometimes I loose shit. Be in the world of my own, s
Tressing bout this sugar shit ready to bust me a dome. This for them real niggas that love Boosie, holla when you see me cause we finta shoot a movie. Man hop in this jacuzzi girl, and get this Boosie love. You grab it and pull it in gon do it girl. We in
This thug world. Babies dying mommas crying, I explain the game if you read between my line. This for Tennessee, Kuntucky, my Mississippi G's for dem Alabama G's and the whole Florida key. And I'm a Carolina star. And this for plan to Georgia man I hold
It down for flaw.
[Chorus x2]
[Outro:]
Step with me (C'mon) Step with me (C'mon) Step with me (C'mon). Yeah you can 2 step off to this one here, you can ride all night off to this one here. For dem niggas out there, I love ya'll. And dem nice young ladies out there all dem women out there who
Love Boosie. I did this for ya'll, I love ya'll, Lil'Boosie love
Hook:
Do it big den
you gon do dat shit
(you gon do it shit)
nigga do dat shit
(do it big den)
webbie:
I copped an old school cutlass/
it was navy blue/
fuck dem hubcaps i had to cop/
some 22's/
throwback 1952 like my nigga boo/
some bauds too now whats a fit/
wit out the shoes/
650 dolla gear man i'm fitted up/
fresh cut/
all you niggaz ho's gettin fucked/
gas tank filled up/
plus I'm grilled up/
a couple fire ass blunts/den a full cup/
fuck an expidition/
me, i wanna benz truck/
skinny chick, suck a dick/
I want a thick somethin/
fuck 5 figgaz man i hustle/
har for 6 somethin'/
from noon to noon, soon/
imma be a rich somethin'/
Whats conversation if a nigga/
cant just hit somethin/
why fuck a clown when you can/
fuck a nigga really thuggin'/
if you gone score and hustle/
do it big den/
you pull it out in public buss it/
do it big den/
if you gon flip yo' buckets(shit)/
do it big den/
you know dem rims look much betta/
when they keep spinnin/
[hook repeat 4xs]
webbie verse 2:
if you gon fuck dat ho/
well gon get some head den too/
and gon head fuck her friend too/
if you gon drank a muhfuckin brew/
gone head drank a few/
gone head get dat jin too/
you cant afford to do it big/
shit pretend to/
Southpole havin shirt with the pants too/
if you can get that doulja/
that regular killa straight/
if you can get that henny/
then get some N.J./
That shell gas too high/
then go to Circle K/
long as you doin it big/
shit you doin great/
bitch you gone show yo ass/
then gon make it shake/
if thats a fuckin hata/
then gon make em' hate/
[hook 4xs]
Lil'Boosie verse 3:
They hollin' why you do it big/
cuz I only live once/
si i gotsta do it big from my/
car size to my blunt and I stunt/
cuz I aint neva had a quarta/
used to borrow from ballaz/
now i'm dat neighborhood star/
do it big wit his daughter/
tomydome/
sometime she polo/
sometime she wear dem throwback/
dresses she aint even 4 do'/
and if you paralyzed dont feel/
played/
Do it big like no legs and jump/
a escalade/
You got a beat up cutlass/
you besta hit the cona/
climb em' down den the sound/
then you 21 em'/
stay in the club they mama/
stressin man I gosta do it big/
Been hongry for too long/
man I gosta pull a lick/
(huh) you stack yo' paper/
you can do it big/
you fuck wit niggaz who major/
den you can do it big/
you fuck wit niggaz wear gators'
den you can do it big/
when we sign wit a major label/
we gon do it big, shoa'll gon/
do it big/
you steal cars get nothin but/
emmit smiths(22's)/
if you start dem wars you best keep/
choppaz on yo' hip/
(huh) you pop dat ecs. you do it big until/
yo' jaws lock/
if you tute dat powder get a half a sip/
dont short stop/
we do it big nigga!
[Talking]
Attention Ladies I'm Tired Of Playin
Why The Fuck You Tryin Fuck When You Know You Gotta Man
Wonder If My Girl Like That Thank About It
That's What Got Me Packin And I'm Out It
Let's Go
[Verse 1:]
She Keep On Askin Me Bout Hoes Everyday
But I'm Comin Home To You So Fuck What These Hoes Say
But It's Time To Go
So Now I'm Searchin At The Club
So I Can Find Somebody Just Like Me A Straight Thug
With A Heart Of A Winner Who Fix Me Breakfast For Dinner
Who Won't Fuss When I Get Home Just Let Go Up In Her
That's What I'm Lookin For
A Girl Who Far From A Rookie Bra
But She Gotta Be Raw So All My Haters Could Look At Her
So Thru The Door Came This Click Of Lil Cuties
And I Was Hopin One Of Them Would Like To Get With Lil Boosie
So I Picked The Rawest One Out The Click
Grabbed Her By Her Shoulder Uh And Told Her This
[Chorus: Repeat]
I Need A Thug In My Life
And You Ain't Gotta Be My Wife
Just Hold Me Down When It's Tight
And We Gone Ride On First Class
And You Ain't Gotta Be Afraid
Anything You Want You Ask
[Verse 2:]
Now On The First Day She Told Me
That We Could Only Be Friends
Say She Was Hurt Once Before By This Lil Nigga With Ends
Ran Into Me Bout Her Problems As She Lay On The Pillow
Told Me How Her Momma Died And How Her Pops Was A Killer
Told Me How She Lost Her Virgin To This Nigga Who Lied
Broke Her Heart Told Her He Loved Her Just To Get Up Inside
That's When We Went On A Ride To New Orleans
I Made Her Smile The Whole Time
I Laced A Bottle With Wine And Told Her This Is How It Should Be
And Asked Her Can Have Her Heart She Said Could Be
I Told Her Bout My Lifetime That's When She Started To Cry
Told Me She Coulnd't Believe That I Was Walkin The Life
I Told All I Want From Her Is Her Heart
Don't Worry Bout The Sex We Can Do That When You Want Start
She Ain't Want To Go Home So I Let Her Stay With Me
And Whispered In Her Ear Right Before She Lay To Sleep
[Chorus: Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
As Time Went On We Got On (We Got On)
Now Three Months Later We Majoring Back And Forth To Las Vegas
Smokin On Garcia Vega And My Hoes Mad
I Told Them Get They Shit Together Now They See All Leather
On My Wrist Is The Better See My Bitch Bout Whatever
And She Was Taught By Torrance Hatch So She Was Taught By The Devil
Wasn't No Thug When I Met Her But I Seen It Up In Her
But She Love My Thug Pleasures So I Got Me A Winner
Breakfast Or Dinner She Happy For A Thug On Time
And When We Fuckin She Be Screamin Like I'm Touchin Her Spine
I Know I'm Touchin Her Mind Cause She Ain't Never Had A Thug
Who Fucked In A Suit Over The City In A Tub
And Money Don't Change Her
She Stay The Same Thru Thick And Thin
Kept Her Pussy In Her Draws When I Went Off To The Pen
That's Why I Depend She More Than A Friend
She The One Who Took The Charge When The Do' Got Kicked In
Lil Boosie Bad Azz
Yung Joc we got a hit lets go baby
Everybody like zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
They on them dubs like zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
[Verse 1: Boosie]
I'm Boosie Bad Azz and i zoom like fire
760 patna krispy kreme on tires
Smoke that fire purple **** by the pound
Ask my dawg Webbie this is how it goes down
From my hood to yo hood mayne we makin money
N da club we poppin bottles
The room we hittin models
Rollin through the Bottom all the kids hollin Boosie
This life a nigga livin like im starrin n a movie
Fresh out the jaccuzzi lil powder on my chest
Got 30 my neck Turk and Mel jus cut the check
Naw im zoomin n my chrger on them 24's
Gotta think about Big Head and Pimp so slow ya roll
Ice cold from my neck to my wrist we gettin paid
On my feet i got them j's play wit me i got them k's
Red Gucci shades me and Joc gettin paid
naw the whole United States takin pictures all day
[Chorus:]
A fresh pair of j's i hit the stuntin
Wit a fresh pair of shades makin that money
Everbody gettin paid everything lovely and im doin my thing my thing my thing
Everybody like zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We on them dubs like zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
We walk up in the club
[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
You see the way i hustle they think im Rick Ross
Jus as soon as i **** em tell them **** to get lost
A lot of niggas mad they all pissed off
If a nigga think he bad tell him jump like chris cross
im poppin ? tags cuz the wrist cost
? shell how to break a soft
Just ask my nigga Boosie he tell u wat it iz
Face card good cuz the face card trill
If u gotta problem i suggest u head home
He in the red zone **** leave ya head gone
Don't hit me on my chirp thats the fed phone
Talkin bout the work u dead wrong
Can't believe i keep them beans for them **** tell em dreams
Ain't no **** on my team
Like my clothes crispy clean
I like my dough Krispy kreme
64 on lean
thats my nigga mouse and turk and got the work for the fiends
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Boosie]
Mayne i been zoomin n my drop top mobbin through the city
Fresh fade fresh j's wit 2 bad bit****
One name sarah one name tina
together they make weather like katrina (they a fool)
shawty red she a rough rider
she get on back of that motorbike and all u c iz back on that motorbike
I drive fastcars
They call me nascar
You feel me but im in love wit the hemi
Get retarded n ferraris i get loose in the coupe paranoid like pac so i keep that glock
when i zoom zoom and after that lets get a room room (im VIP)
i need a dime piece
a fine freak get on back
u could ride on the back or n tha lac (ha bro)
naw we got everybody zoomin
the lil kids zoomin look u got a hit Boosie
[Chorus]
u be actin like a bitch main, u aint sayin nuthin
u talk a lot of shit main u aint sayin nuthin,
im a fool from that new school u aint sayin nothing
dont make me hit u with that tool u aint sayin nothing (x 2)
Down in the bottom where I roam it get buck down here
fuck around if u want might get plucked down here
we don’t stunt, we don’t talk we don’t play no games
we jus shoot mo niggas don’t say no names
cuz every nigga put a boot in his mouth until u take it off
put it on yo feet ,kick door, and shoot in his house
whenever drama spark the real come out
cuz most niggas is broads they turn bitch when that steel come out
I rep it hard for all my niggas on the block
who hustle in the gutta and they keep they shit cocked
fuck a nigga talking loud but aint sayin nuthin
guaranteed get his mind right or u sprayin somthin… now lay it down
u be actin like a bitch main, u aint sayin nuthin
u talk a lot of shit main u aint sayin nuthin,
im a fool from that new school u aint sayin nothing
dont make me hit u with that tool u aint sayin nothing (x 2)
see wut u say with yo mouth will make u lay in that south,
my name is boosie i aint even got to say wut im bout
and u can find my by the levee countin fetti fo days
or in the studio wit webbie burnin ounces of haze
we got them k's from Ponchatoula to the capital city
u might know me by my throwbacks or my all white dickies
say cali when they hear this one they gone smile,
give them red bones by numba if they want that oscar myer,
yea, and we be bucked up and fucked up
we lose our mind i dont affliate with bustas
we slang that iron put yo hood in the air main and represent it
if boy get out a line stomp him with yo reebok tennis
Im a menace to society don’t make me show yall
my fans call me bad ass my niggas call me o-dog
I represent them 4’s dawg until im dead
jus remember I aint eva scared, I aint eva scared
u be actin like a bitch main, u aint sayin nuthin
u talk a lot of shit main u aint sayin nuthin,
im a fool from that new school u aint sayin nothing
dont make me hit u with that tool u aint sayin nothing (x 2)
Fuck all that talking loud nigga go on, do it,
and I know niggas gonna hate it cuz lil cali fuck with boosie
I can see it in yo eyes if u real or fake
and I can tell from how u holla if yo ass a snake
that’s why I keep my grass cut to protect my shine
ridin dirty through my city so respect my mind
im the sickest spittin shit this year in the game
and every verse I drop get colder so its neva gonna change
I know yall feelin me main the gutta raised me hustlas taught my the ropes
told me put down the crack u get mo money with coke
so I cop’ed it weight it wet get yo yay from my set
lowest numbas u can find I bet
im a hustla my hood rep for me they strapped right now
so go head cross that line u could get clapped right now
I live it I hustle I grind in the street
play with mine shit all yo dogs read yo mind in the street
fool it aint nuthin im still buckin
plus im on paper and im still hustling
u aint real u aint trill u don’t think it can happen,
pass me that choppa out the trunk these niggas actin
u be actin like a bitch main, u aint sayin nuthin
u talk a lot of shit main u aint sayin nuthin,
im a fool from that new school u aint sayin nothing
dont make me hit u with that tool u aint sayin nothing (x 2)
(Chorus)
They got my niggas in tha pad.
Chillen on a visit
Waiten on a visit.
But it gon be okay
It gon be okay
I wish I had my ak
I wish I had my ak
They got my niggas on preroll
Thuggin on there chose
Hopin something folds (something folds)
But it gon be okay
But it gon be okay
I wish I had my ak
I wish I had my ak
Man I realize im stuck in this bitch
And I'm a trigger finger itchy
From the K I love to go spit
And aint no business
When your bread gone
My head gone
Can't say shit
Because I'm dead wrong
I'm dead wrong
Convo say ray no
And I cant even buy no titties
So I'm ready
To take of my socks
And box cuz Im'a miss (huh)
I love taking pictures up that road
To let my niggas know
I waz wit you everyday you chose
I read it up in jail
Why the fuck you put me in the field
My hands hurt
And this gon come up and keep it real
When I get out this bitch
They gon say mayday mayday
You done took half of my life plus my ak my ak
From Musta and Gola and DCI to cry tears
Come over from 5 years
See how the world is
I wish my life was gas tank
Cause I need a fill up
Couldn't pay my cousin lawyer that done fucked my whole year up
(chorus)
This is for my niggas on the reasons
Scratch like it like a pit
Everytime a nigga wont be home
But he miss his ak
Cuz thats what raised him
The only real toys daddy ever fuckin gave him
These hoes went to twenty to ten to fucking two
Go fall off in that pit and see how all yall hoes do
His boys conficted fellons and they can't come see ya
Yo little boy I had a program he can't come neither
Now play this song up in your walkman in your bed at night
And tell me next you see me if i lead you right
And ain't no smiles when your shine gone
Looked at a man and asked why he did it
He said the devil got his mine going
Listen when I spit it and watch what I'm saying
I know you sick up in that bitch dawg
But never stop praying
Hold my hand you can lean on me
I'm the friend that pull up on the curb nigga when you go on E
Chorus
How the fuck do you think my momma feel
Mr. Officer you got her crying
Tears everytime my nigga call her
My daughter she don't knows it's my face
Cuz she don't see me that much
Plus I'd hate for her to see me in cuffs
This is for my niggas on preroll man
Like Big Lo Diddy Charge and Trail Charge and James Cole man
Them niggas are hard to pump blood nigga
It pump alien piss
And they love them a.k.s
That's why they stay in that bitch
For the forgivers we some niggas in a rush to get paid
You can see this dawg bitches plus I'm duckin a grave
I told my momma when I die
Put my casket on dubz
Roll me in with all my thugs and put a blunt in my tub
This is for my niggas who incarcerated
Boy I hate it hold your head up and you oughta make it
I told my dawgs over and over over again
When a nigga take may I wont hit some ak...
(it gon be ok.......)
[Lil Boosie: Talkin]
Boosie bad ass(bad ass)
U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(bitch ass nigga)
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
U ain't bout that murda murda shit
U ain't down to lose yo cool and go and hurt a bitch
We got them hook ups on them rentals now we murkin shit
Tinted up spinnin spinnin let that 30 spit
Bitch do want fuckin family in black clothes
The bitches in black dresses the niggas in black vo's(u ain't know)
I'm cut throat Kinival imma buy the bar survival
Sip syrup and smoke fire and i'm wilder(than an average thug)
I'm hard headed my momma told me that
And u got to be real all this drama showed me that
Lose yo mind if u want to(if u want to)
I gotta click of real niggas who gon stomp u
And want u to be hollerin bout that iron plate(that iron plate)
And we gon hit yo street tonite and not the next day
The Tec spray nigga don't worry bout that
They gon get what they deserve bout that
We gon cut down they whole curve bout that
[Chorus x2: Lil Boosie]
U ain't bout what u be talkin bout(uhn ahh)
U ain't ready for yo momma to be walkin out(uhn ahh)
That big ass church wit all yo people cryin hollerin bout(hollerin bout)
Why u had to take my son thats what them choppas bout(is u bout that boy)
[Verse 2: Webbie]
U ain't really bout that shit u be talkin so quit that talkin ya heard me
Quit that talkin and walkin if u gon serve me then serve me
Now i'm young trill entertainment so know one thang i ain't worryed
Cause my family do damage business ain't handled its murda
Niggas sweeter than skittles so they spittin in riddles
See that little shit u be spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals
And if u beef wit my niggas we gonna really squad up
From choppas to a 6 bitch u can't avoid us
Rappin bout smokin that killa don't even smoke killa
Even if u did i wouldn't even smoke witcha
Ya bitch ya fraud ya fake ya muthafuckin fluke
Pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose
U and them other two niggas duck duck goose
Under the throwback jersey the vest bulletproof
Gangsta shit jump off boy u know u finna run out
Close yo fuckin mouth fore i rip yo damn tongue out
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
U ain't bout layin under a nigga house like a mouse
And u light his ass up when he come out(when its a drought)
We get sick wit it u heard about lil Trell
Gunned downed when he was 12 ever since then its been hell
And Webbie they don't live like we live(fuck no)
They don't deal like we deal they ain't real like we real
Look i'm from that track like that bottom of that SSB
Whateva u call it that shit lives in me them niggas kill for free
Like lil Trell on the lum
Cause u niggas ain't my equal and they hatin on this lil thug
A lot of niggas scared of y'all but not me
This for them niggas in rap game who knock me but can't stop me
And my posse is full of thugs
Like Headbussa baby Junior and my nigga Jug
We dumpin slugs on a enemy
I thought u was my closest friend but now on u just a friend to me
And this fuckin penetentary make niggas think they real
But when they get out they got a nerve to pop a pill(but look here)
[Chorus]
[Lil Boosie: Talkin]
They ain't bout what they be talkin bout u know what i'm sayin
Niggas be rappin niggas be spittin but they ain't never do none of that shit
So u don't get no cool points from Boosie(believe that)
They don't get no cool points from me
Hey!
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the reeemix!
Badazz, Savage live, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We still on, we still ridin on chrome, we still pullin up
[Verse 1: Foxx]
I pull up at the club VIP gas tank on E but all drinks on me (wipe me down)
Fresh kicks fresh white tall tee fresh NFL hat fresh bauds with the crease (wipe me down)
Pussy niggas wanna hit me with they heat, real recognize real real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week you can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades so you know a nigga rollin they ain't check me at the door so ain't no tellin what I'm holdin (wipe me down)
Bad bitches they gon bust it wide open niggas flashin they lil bread but I'm the nigga they approachin (wipe me down)
Small niggas tall figures ya'll niggas crowd niggas we gon get mac elevens and maul niggas (wipe me down)
Ya'll niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas get ya issue and whoever fall with ya
[Chorus:]
Cause I'm on (wipe me down) [x8]
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes [x4]
[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
B.O.O.S.I.E.B.A.D.A.Z.Z. that's me (wipe me down)
Red bones caramel all of em stop and stare all of em try and steal my underwear (wipe me down)
I like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off when I sing it everybody set it off (wipe me down)
Black mink yea I'm on play with me I bust ya dome 8 whips on chrome you can gon (wipe me down)
Fresh fade fresh j's on the corner playin spades I'm an ordinary person but I'm paid (wipe me down)
Foxx flippin Webbie smokin and we chokin on a whole pound of purple famous like the ninja turtle (wipe me down)
Just left New York City hooked up with P. Diddy finna blow past 50 you gon have ta (wipe me down)
We the best I'm a fool I'm the hemi man red light green light yellow light get it man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Webbie]
Hot drop drop top top drop hoes drop it like it's hot yea nigga I'm the shit (wipe me down)
You see this ice on my wrist how it glist soon as the light hit you can't lie the ice sick (wipe me down)
Purple got me smellin funky red monkey 500 dollars on em you ain't seen these yet (wipe me down)
Beatin you can hear me way around the corner paint wet with the 24's on em that's a bet (wipe me down)
Ol lady's baby momma's few fiances niggas wife savage life who I'm gonna fuck next (wipe me down)
And I'll use the lifestyle or the magnum or the trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (wipe me down)
Man this chain hit me for a couple grand oh no I ain't complainin just watch how you wipe my chest (wipe me down)
A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil longer I put that dick up on her but I had a flight to catch (wipe me down)
[Foxx:]
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes [x8]
[Chorus:]
Bossie Bad Ass And 95% Of These Hoes Out There.. Yea They Diking..Yea They Dikin..I Got Ma Bitch Up In The Room And Im Finna Rip Her Ass Apart But Ma Other Bitch Here Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now She Diking.. Now She Dikin..
[Verse 1]
Check This Out...Two Red Bones Kissin In Da Bak(Repeat 4)Girl Dont Stop Keep Going And Relax Me..You Want Me To Join In Then Ask Me. I Like Girls Who Like Girls That Attract Me.. And Her Friend Got Drunk And She Made A Move She Lick A Gurl On Her Stomach And She Couldnt Refuse Now She Confused Cuz She Like Niggas Too. You Bisexual But Its Cool. She Made A Promise To Her Girl That She Wouldnt Tell Nobody One Got A Haircut Oh Now They Cant Hide It Now They Dikin They Liking They Play With Theself Before They Go To Sleep They Lock Up Like Crab.
[Chorus:]
I Got My Bitch In The Room In Finna Rip Her Ass Apart But My Other Bitch Her She Made Her Eat Her In The Dark Now They Diking They Liking.
And Her Friend Got Drunk Went To An Afterparty Couldnt Find No Niggars So They Both Got Retarded Now They Dikin They Liking. [x2]
Yea Bad Ass Got A Jacob Gold Tink Top Dirty Hoes In The Pool All With Flip Flops One Of My Hoes Turn Dike I Had To Ask Her She Like Women Know What Women Want And Thats The Past. In Tennesee I Ran Into Some Bad Hoes She Turn The Girl On Her Back And Licked Her Asshole In High School They Were Diking They Played It All They Got And Turned On Everybody That Played Basketball But I Aint Got No Problem I Savage Yall And Im A Real Ass Niggar I Aint Mad At Yall And If Bossie Was A Preacher Ide Marry Yall And Sneak Up On A 100 More So I Can Have All.
[Chorus X2]
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, I swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right, I swerve left
Swerve right, swerve left, swerve right..
You ain't never had shit (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em
Now you might catch me on the interstate (I-10)
Actin bad
Hoes hollerin there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thang (I keep that thang)
There go that boy spinnin hard (yeah)
From lane to lane
Don't play no games
Cause I'll make you out a demonstration (a demonstration)
Why you swervin cause they hatin
Why they hatin cause you makin
This cash dog (big money)
It's Hatch dog who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceilin you ain't rollin with me
I got this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggaz on them pcp's made you get out they way
Hayyy!
People hollerin why you act like this (why boo)
Is it them pills? Hell noooo it's this savage shit
That I done lived
Keep it real you be swervin too (swervin too)
If your shit spinnin
About a thousand hoes done hurdled you
That dirty do
Anything to attract them hoes (check them out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4's
This how it goes
You by the club swerve
You with your girl swerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve
You ain't never had shit (unh unh)
Swerve on 'em
For your daddy in the pen (unn huh)
Swerve on 'em
Actin bad off that gin (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again
Fuck you nigga swerve on 'em
I'm goin 55 in the burbon straight swervin
With a high yellow fine virgin and we swervin
Hollerin I'm a fool boy ya heard me straight swervin
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swervin
Hit the parkin lot by the club just swervin
Headlights shinin on my dubs while I'm swervin
I keep an old pistol on my lap while I'm swervin
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 6 by 9's with the slap while I'm swervin
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swervin
A four or five hunderd dollar stack big swervin
Smokin on some doesha early Monday and I been swervin since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swervin
Shit I done took my eyes up off the road when I was rubbin on that cat
Doin it big like that nigga swervin
It's all good we on the map Baton Rouge where you at swerve
This for my dogs in penitentiary (in the pen)
Who holla shit like gutter gutter when you mention me
And Hennessy
Man that hen got me swervin crazy (swervin crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil bleet hollerin in the back (in the back)
I'm in my sts lil jr in my other lac
Don't fuck with Hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that nina ross (that nina ross)
It's on your head bitch you dead I'll pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the South side of Baton Rouge
Where niggaz swervin on them 20's and them 22's
We act a fool
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppers with them fuckin screens
sippin that lean
Actin like I never had shit
Bust your head in traffic
I'll wrap you up in plastic
Show your ass magic
Abrah kadabrah kadoo here go lil boo
This verse for all my hoes who be swervin too
SSB swerve (bottom)
UPT swerve (top)
Park T Easy T CC serve
Fairfield swerve
Sherwood swerve
Every hood in Baton Rouge it's all good swerve
I never had...swerve
This for my daddy...swerve
I'm gettin cash...swerve
I act a ass...swerve
I'm a do this one here for my momma I love u momma and the closes nigga to me my muthafucking bother and all that money I done made this one here called love she dress me every morning wiped the cold off my put a roof over my head every night its storming on to of that she prayed for me she asked god everyday for why cuz for baby thuggen a ten pound baby ool and a ten pound lady think god I made it she so small but she sofeated and every time I got ecspelled from school she hollered tears by boosie u a fooland momma showed love and momma showed love on the holidays took us to the mall and bought us all a par jay's when daddy died I seened ya face swell up looking at ya like lil woman how u take that stuff damn missing her lesson plan its time to go stay at a room cuz daddy comin wit that mess again never be lesser than that what I promised myself after seeing all the drumma that my momma done feft don't take her boosie from her u do that u take her heart don't take her future from please don't do that to my momma an I can here her in the bed at night seeming the lord jeaus boosie head ain't right but that's momma and momma showed love cuz she thuged life she on her knees tryen to get me out this drug she pray to god that he help lil boosie jugde right and I no fo life I my momma an momma showed love cuz she thug life she on her knees tryen to get me out this drug life she pray to god that he help lil boosie jugde right and i no one thang I love my momma
we went from play fighten to K fighten on the corna wit the thug nigga's showen no love nigga but some time u treated me like I was bussa we find one meal we feed each other u my big thuga he use to walk around shirt off early early wit a 30-30 hollin he gone murder his momma use to drank that beer and trip he made a promise to to his self he was block his grip fasheseand when they gave when u life in prison jos ya every week sent u shoes money had yo convenserie sweet I took care ya momma when ya momma knees got weak and crum came out took care yo neece now that love from 11 dog he told me sence I got sugar he wish he had it and he sressin dog I done took baths wit'em I hit the ave. wit'em sence I was a lil nigga wit money so I woool them go slabs wit father forgive us we was thuggen at a early age now we got childern and they taken all they daddy ways I love u nigga till the dat I'm gone and thats why I'm sangen this song I love lil dough and bother showed Bother showed love when the beef kick when It's no thats the nigga that u sleep wit and when u rong he gone tell yo ass some deep shit peep this I love my bother bother showed love when the beef kick when its onthats the nigga that u sleep wit an if u rong he gone tell yo ass some deep shitpeep this I love my brother I started maken now every boby from my side and the other side seem to be hat'in u but I'm in love and they can't tell me shit money money money thats why I sell these bricks and I know momma momma I know u tired but the main man just put it on me and tired of it I got to do it cuz payen the bills I'm playen wit forty G's but it fill like a meal u know why I'm from the gutta nigga comin up threw the we had to scuffle nigga to see who was the tuffa nigga and in the hood the lil nigga all ways the sickes he bout his bread bussen heads puls he bout his bitches and money changed my whole family exspelsaly me use to be dirty round the hood now I'm extra sweet u can't get next to me them lies u sayen ain't affecten are sressen me cuz god keep on blessen BITCH!!!!!!!!
Yeah
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Sure bout dat lil daddy?
[Verse 1:]
Take a walk across that track where you see junkies pheens and robbers
Calicos and choppas infa-reds that spot yah
My niggaz got on dem reeboks wit dem baby 9's tucked
Hollerin I don't give a fuck if you love yo hood then throw it up
Now where the prayas prayers to us we need a Mill. man
Two days from Christmas and I gotta pay the bills man
So I'm on a rainy night with a gangsta who don't play no games
He love them fortys and them fortys don't get jam man
Now you wanna be gangsta step to me and you gon' disappear
My momma raised all dicks it ain't no pussy here
Now I love them gangstas from the lil ones to the ol g's
From the weed papers to the Optimo leaves we blow trees
So think about it when you step in that water
You wanna thug but you gotta thug harder nigga
[Chorus:] [x4]
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
[Verse 2:]
Verse two for the niggaz who knock knock who really wanna chop
For the niggaz who change like grades and made me write that animosity
For the niggaz who rap about you but that only make you betta
Everytime I hear my name its like anotha love letter
This for them niggaz worst than you dude
For them niggaz who petti jack for thowbacks and Fubu
For the niggaz who steady stack ya playem' they a shoot you
For the one who drop hits on you bitches like Lil Boo do
You don't know bout the game you need a nigga to come and school you
You don't know bout this pain yo closest nigga he a fool you
You bust and you bang
Man you betta get ya bread cuz niggaz comin to get yah behind the color blue wit red
Anotha shot of that hen I'm gon be tipsy man
Since they killed solja you will neva catch me slippin man
Lets grip this thing and fill our enemies with hot lead
Bury me thuggin I ain't scared just like Pac said
But I'm tired of runnin from guns too much smoke in my lungs
But they keep callin back so I gotta make runs
[Chorus:] [x4]
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Boosie I'm thuggin I ain't backin down from nothin I'm bout bussin
[Verse 3:]
You sho bout this yea you don't know bout this yea
Well is you down to bust a head(Head you know I ain't scared)
Well it take way more than half of you cross the track to the depth
Since you gon tat that on yo arm you gotta be bout that there
Meet me at twelve on the corner in the projects
I feel you real but I don't know cuz we ain't ride yet
Now show me where the niggaz at who playin with my son
Imma hit him up you walk over him knock out his lungs(Bluh)
And tell that nigga sumthin gangsta when you hit him up
Like what o you playin huh(Bluh Bluh)
And now we scratchin off the scene in the Elcamina
Streight to the river where the killas throw the black neenas
Now you official nigga
My nigga want love anybody play with you they get they issue nigga
We got them 45's and 38's 22's and 25's
12-gauges that come from lock with a hundred buck shots(Bluh Bluh)
You niggaz scared cuz domes get blown and you ain't seen it yet
And them green eyes fuckin with yah and you dreamin that
Its consequences when you thug you betta ask my cuzin Bronson
Yeah they cut his braids off and seperate him from his young one
Yeah
Fa real nigga
Yeah
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
You wanna gang
You don't wanna get out here boy its real out here
Look check this out
Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
Answer that nigga
Listen clear when I rap and I could teach you boys some knowledge
You ain't peepin my knowledge all you seein is the violence
So you sho you wanna be a gangsta?
This is for my thugz (my thugz)
My real ass niggas
My smokin weed dranking partnas
Pill ass niggas (x4)
This is for my big rollers
My big smokers
My drankas and pill poppers
For my niggas who keep it real partna
This for my niggas who drink fifths at 8 o clock in the morning
For my niggas who burn all day when it be raining and storming
This for the pill poppers
Like Lil Bronce and Lil Trail
This is for the D W I gadgets who capped their ass out of jail
This for my nigga Lil June
Yea thats my nigga then (my nigga then)
If he don't get no bigger then
Thats still my nigga then (my nigga then)
This for my niggas who big roll ounces
Have some Killo
This for my niggas who pump 4's
To Lil Flip and Lil O
This for my niggas smokin dust for there tri
This is for the mommas crying if they wanna take there fucking child away from that chronic that reefer aka indonesia
For my niggas who took two that peater and be ready for Eva
This for my niggas who be rollin put they dick in they back
This for my real soldiers nigga like me click off the track
Chorus X4
This is for my hoes who love dick
And be bout that thug shit
Ain't with that stuntin and they just ready to fuck quick
This is for my hoes who smoke joe
Go to the club and wope hoes
And was by her man side when he went to take his Josce
This is for all them Lil juveniles
You think Lil Boosie on file
Short Red with that ghetto ass style
This is for my hoes who steal close
And keep they man lookin fresh
This is for my hoes who love that nigga and tape they name to they chest
This is for the gold diggin hoes
Who rat this ditch its niggas joe
For the firey spicey thugs who take they dick to they tho
This is for the pill poppin hoes
Who ready to take off they clothes
Who smoke weed all day
But don't fuck wit they nose
This is for the real ass hoes
Who hold they nigga stash down
Who sell out all the shade
And k see gotta mash down
It's Lil Boosie the track clown
And me I like a gangsta bitch
Do or die for her nigga and a shanksta bitch
Other Chorus
This is for my guls my guls
My real ass bitches
My smokin weed drankin partnas
Pill ass bitches (x4)
Outro...
All my pill poppas put yo ex in the air
put yo ex in the air ........
All my big smokers put yo blunts in the air
Put yo blunts in the air......
All my big drinkas put yo hen in the air
Put yo hen in the air...........
That boy be buckin when he jumpin
Throw your hood in the air repeat until fade
uhn uhn
it dont stop, pop it on me guh shit
drop it on me guh
luk wha wha luk
you see me G'ed up, so wont chu come n bounce on dez nuts?
plus i gotta extra hundred 50 if u wan fuck
dat eye contact got me thankin bout cho pantiesz n shit
i slide dem back n us 2 juviez gon get managed n shit
n i can tell eva since i saw you last week
girl if you want it, all you gotta do is ask me
boi you know im livin large, kevin betta tell ha
we go anywhere you want cuz lil boosie got dat chedda
you might be wit dat jack shit so i keep ma crome
makin me wait too long like you d0nt kno im on shit
but it aint gone work like dat
why you twirt like dat
bounceiin on it, wont chu gone make it hurt like dat
all dat teasein me lil moma, you dont have ta do
and i could have ya gurl easily, but i'd ratha you
so stop dat poppin cuz you makin ma nerves bad
and brang ya gurl, ill brang ma potnas
we gone served dat
cha herd dat?
Chorus:
now pop it on me guh
drop it on me guh
if you aint bout flippin nuhhin, den stop it guh
you need a thug n ya life cuz a square aint shit
n if yuh guhz jus alike, let us have yo cliq
[say it again but switch pop n drop]
uh if its on its on, lets get it crackin
we drankin da bar, ma thug got dem hoes ackin
i tell yuh da truth
n tell yuh sista we been scopin ha too
cuz she think we caint turn ha out, but baby das what we do
i know a lotta young niggas out chea trickin day worm
buyin reason at da beauty shop payin fa perms
but Minelli aint da one, and dez h0ez gone learn
she tried ta slide me a numba but i wasnt concerned
ma nigga boosie got em poppin in da VIP
[boosie: SHE WANNA HOLLA AT CHA MAN!]
i need ta see I.D
she scraight
she got excited when i let ha hit da kronik
n i put ha on tha large 0cean wata at da s0nic
now she tootiin it up
WHA?
she makin it clown
can a nigga get some ta go?
its goiin down like dat
i got lil moma shakin sumthin ta da slap
bandannas round ha waste while i hit it from tha back
now pop it on me guh
drop it on me guh
if you aint bout flippin nuhhin, den stop it guh
you need a thug n ya life cuz a square aint shit
n if yuh guhz jus alike, let us have yo cliq
[x2]
Boosie:
say max, i need ta know if she ready
she poppin like she bout it if she bout it, it'll tell it.
kirby i tol chu mayne she was lookin at me strange
say she been knew me cus i been beefin wit ha manye
look
if you aint a 8 9 or 10 u caint be on my squad
i aint sayin im all dat, but ma papur too large
tol cha
you need a thug cuz a square caint run it right
might be yo last time you see me so you best come tonight
if you dont, cha friend will
from 10 til
me n ma cliq gone toss ha ova like a windmill
and max minelli got tha room im too young ta buy
all dat peepin through tha blinds
wont chu come inside
4 down fa life, g0 clown fa life
if you jump up in ma ride its goin down tonight
and fa you niggas mayne i see you boys hatin on me
n boosie out dis bitch wit cha ol' lady on me
now pop it on me guh
drop it on me guh
if you aint bout flippin nuhhin, den stop it guh
you need a thug n ya life cuz a square aint shit
n if yuh guhz jus alike, let us have yo cliq
[say it again but switch pop n drop]
now drop it on me guh
pop it on me guh
if you aint bout flippin nuhhin, den stop it guh
wha [shiiit]
ma nigga max n dis bitch wit me layin it down, got lil kevin
ya herd me?
cody
all wall niggas ya herd me?
layin it down [deCkY boi!]
big pimpin ya herd me?
drop it on me bitch
wha.. wha
I grew up around gangstas, neva knew who my daddy was/
Tried to be good but it was thugs that tend to show me love//
So thats all I knew/
Looked up to my brother cause I respected what he been through~
Never took shit from any nigga's crew//
He said~
(AG and Speedy)
Neva let a nigga get da upper hand/
It might be hard do what you can to protect yo land//
Real niggas tend survive and dats da main plan/
Hold ya own and make the world respect you as a man//
- So I took it and ran, now I give a damn/
Very loyal I am, always down for my fam//
Confident I stand, wit this mic in my hand/
Spit not a lot but da truth, now I'm da fans demand//
Dat was never da plan, supposed to be a Pro/
Spend all my life wit some hoe, at da nearest court//
All of my love for da game, slowly disappeared/
A resident in dis rap world and I'm happy here//
My words respected so F it I might be happy here/
My Smith n Wesson if fitted I stay protected here//
I'm youuung but sincere do in bout nothin but a year/
Sending tight lines to ear I'm a role model to my peers//
It's been one hell of a year but still I never once complained/
Try ta shatter my problems like a window pane//
Sick of dem dudes in da suits dat pursue to be rude/
And misuse dey power so they abuse da rules//
Chorus (Jokr aka Degeniuz):
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad
Look where we aaat
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad - Soo baaad
Look where we aaat
(say X2)
Ya'll know where da fuck I been/
Success, and good times where da fuck ya'll been?//
Realize da mindstate dat I'm in/
My pops and brother stay in Texas I can't see from da State I'm in//
Tryin not to get locked up like my boy Lil' Ken/
We livin in da battle dat we wasn't meant to win//
Against all odds like Tupac - /
I gotta my other brother's big Bro and his damn Pops//
And that's all because another nigga/
I'm teachin my brothers to be fathers when dey grow up~
Don't be dat other nigga//
Mama I regret lots a shit dat I said/
Bein in my position, its lots a shit in my head//
I can't explain why I'm in the place dat I'm at/
I'm not talkin bout physically I'm talkin mentally, where am I at? HUHN/
My mouth keep me in drama/
Fuck manners I call everybody Niggas, like Antwone Fisher's Mama/
Mess wit my life or my family/
I put dis on god sista, it's gone be a fatality//
I'm tryna turn my hopes into realities/
That's the way it is that's the way it gotta be//
In da future, I'mma keep da heat ta blow ya mind/
Closet lookin like San Francisco - inside it I'mma have about 40 9's//
I aint sayin dat I'mma be a killa/
but these days you gotta protect ya scrilla - i'm focused//
Ya'll cant change my mind/
I'm rappin so I can make some change off da thangs in my mind//
Heart of a lion wit me, I'm notorious ready ta die/
So I can see life after death but I'm not Biggie//
Nigga, it's AG
Chorus (Jokr aka Degeniuz):
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad
Look where we aaat
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad - Soo baaad
Look where we aaat
(say X2)
Jokr:
On da real sometimes I feel dat I'm livin for nothin/
Can't make decisions in my own life cause da world tryna run it//
Sometimes I feel like runnin grabbin da gun n bustin/
Don't give a fuck what I'm hittin long as I'm dumpin at something//
But I~
Keep my composure though the pressure is building/
Stuck in a system destined ta fail cause shit be twisted//
Spittin - what I feelin spark a blunt ta forget it/
Try ta tell it to my mother but I know she won't get it//
Industries to da government man dis shit fucked up/
Niggas get fucked up fucked ova cuase da shit so corrupt//
Cops looking for nigga even if I aint do nothin/
Give me a lil' incentative to try n do somethin//
But I'mma keep movin on til da hurtin is gone/
Pressin on through hell on earth livin in da New Babylon//
and man da battles on and politics is rulin shit/
- Can't get a job best believe he gone be movin shit//
Pursin happiness, tryna live swell/
But it's illegal so da POs'll lock me under da jail//
Hell - if da system so good/
tell me why my sista killa got away when he was murdered in da hood//
Should - I be da hardcoe type dat'll grab da .44/
n put through ya 4-doe ta tell da truth I on't really know//
But I do know, in dis world I'mma make it/
I'mma G stackin G's and I aint got time ta be fakin//
Chorus (Jokr aka Degeniuz):
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad
Look where we aaat
Mama wonder why ya child so baaad - Soo baaad
Look where we aaat
(say X2)
Intro: B.G.]
Waaaaaaannnnnhhhh
Yeah, wazzamp (what it do)
It's the Chopper City Boyz (chop chop)
And we gon make the haters mad (make 'em mad)
Look
[Chorus: Gar]
Now if ya out here getting cash, poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make
'em mad)
Make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
And if ya whippin something new with some big ol' shoes when you be passin
dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
[B.G.]
Make 'em mad my nigga, make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
I come through in the jag switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad)
You know I make 'em mad, man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad)
Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got 'em mad (got 'em mad)
[Verse 1: VL Mike]
Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags
I got that bentley thing, shorty be pushin a jag
Nigga I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good
Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood
Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me
But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me
I hit the club hard, then I hit the block
[Female] VL done copped somethin else, [VL Mike] girl you know how I rock
[Gar]
Now when I pull up on the set, them doors go up on the whip
Them big ol' loin hards sit up under three or four bricks
Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell
I'm bumpin everyday I'm hustlin and they say, [Females] I can tell
[Gar] Hell I, gotta make 'em mad and show my ass when I come through
I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle
And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexin my muscle
Bustas do what you could, boy I do what I want do
[Chorus]
[Intro: Sniper]
Snipe, snipe
Snipe, snipe
I say, I say
[Verse 2: Sniper]
Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz
don't play (Okay)
Soon as I crept up on the seen (clean), fellas lookin jealous
Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa
Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is, I make 'em move like Ludacris
Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it
I'm doing it, pursuiting it, wrist blue as a crowd
Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down
It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house
[Hakizzle]
You know it
I got it, I ain't scared to show it (yeah)
Whip sanction (uh)
Roll the carpet (that's right)
Chopper City tryna see a diamond market (believe it)
Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it (yeah)
Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh)
It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle
And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: B.G.]
Look, I'm on top and they hate it, niggaz made 'cause I made it
It's a award for real niggaz, I know I'm nominated
I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases
I whip it in trial everytime, I ain't taking probation
I'm in another world (world), man I stay in that zone (zone)
I done proved to the world (world), that I can hold my own (own)
Now I'm back with my homies (back), and we ready for war (war)
Yall ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar (Gar)
I'm in the backfield (field), playing the sideline (line)
In case I gotta catch a nigga from the blind side
I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod (damn)
Triple black S-five-fifty that's how I ride
Oh you thought it was funny (funny), critics was full of doubt (doubt)
You see how important Chopper City is to the south (chop chop)
I caught Wayne or Baby I might put a glock in they mouth
Stop being mad 'cause ya time on the clock done ran out
[Chorus]
(Boosie Bad Azz)
Let's Take A Trip To Tha Carribean
(Let's Go Crazy)
La Da Da Daaa
[Chorus:]
Sexy Lady, Let's Go Crazy
We Can Take A Trip To The Carribean
Hey Lil Mama, That's No Problem
Girl Let's Fly Away
[Lil Boosie:]
Japan, Thailand, South America
Me And My Girl We Be Two Steps Ahead Of Ya
I Take Lil Mama, To The Bahamas
Now She Smiling At Me, While We Fuck On The Beach
The Virgin Islands, We Be Stylin
I Rock My Gucci Glasses While She Rockin Her Versaces
Let's Do It Big, And I Mean That,
"Jaimaca Jaimacaa" Have You Seen That?
Girl You Ain't Seen That
Pretty Soon Cancun Then Hawaii
Where The Girls In The Club Work That Body
The Next Spot Is Very Cold
The City Called Ontario
So Bring Yo Coat And Leave The Smoke
They Searchin At The Airport
Kobe Play Lebron Tonight, We Could Fly Back
Or Take A Trip To South Beach And Watch Shaq
I Sit In Front The Plane Mayne With The White Mayne (How You Doin?)
Jacob Watch, Jacob Bracelet This Tha Light Mayne
Australia, Yep, Sydney Ohh That's My City
That's The Place You Need To Be If You Want Cop Prada And Fendi
Let's Go To Vegas And Get Lost In Las Vegas (Down In Vegas)
Let's Get A Suite And Leave The Sheets With Lost Babies
Well Let Me Buy You Chanel And Make You A 12 Piece
Somebody Spray Soo Everybody Say "Ohh She Smell Sweet"
Let's Go To China, Where Can't Nobody Find Us
Where The Jordans 10 Dollars
Mayne Let's Do It Big Lil Mama!
[Chorus: x2]
Sexy Lady, Let's Go Crazy
We Can Take A Trip To The Carribean
Hey Lil Mama, That's No Problem
Girl Let's Fly Away
[Lil Boosie:]
The Phillipines (The Phillipines) We Be Clean
Hit Bleek Up On The Chirp "Terminater, I Got A Queen"
She Gone Love Me Better When She Get On Top Of Me
She Grab My Waste And Kiss My Face
Then Drop It Like A Beast
Let's Go To The Middle East, We Can't Go There Sweet Lady
Cause Our Skin Color A Muhfucka & Bin Laden 'nem Crazy
Went To Paris, She Fell In Love With They Accent And How Nice They Be
She Like We Need To Visit This Place Least' Twice A Week
"It Never Rains In Southern California"
Believe That I Been There, I Seen That
You Want Some Apple Bottoms To Fit That Apple Bottom
Well Pack Your Bags Girl We Going To 145th And Harlem
By The Way I Need Some Shades
I Need Some More Evisu Jeans With Those Bathing Apes
Let's Hit The Club We Can Sub Mayne We Super Straight
Hoppin Out Tha Benz With Louisiana On The License Plates
And We Could Fly Away
[Chorus: x2]
Sexy Lady, Let's Go Crazy
We Can Take A Trip To The Carribean
Hey Lil Mama, That's No Problem
Girl Let's Fly Away
[Lil Boosie:]
They Call Me Boosie Bad Azz
I Like To Cruise And Go Crazy
Ain't Got No Mind
But When I Cruise I Gotta Have A Sweet Lady
I Love To Travel Cause Growing Up
I Spent My Time In Tha Hood Lookin For Tierra Mari
I Can Make Ya Feel Good
The Great Lakes, The Grand Canyon, And Yellowstone
I Like To See The World, So Me And My Girl Ain't Never Home
I Went To Africa, Kids Sleepin On Tha Sleep
Everybody Got Hiv And You Pass Tha Commerical On Tv
Inside It Hurted Me
Had To See Some Better Land
Soo I Took My Girl To The Netherlands
We Slow Dance And We Hold Hands
Gotta Fly Back For Court Man And Clean Up This Water
Judge Asked Me Where I Been,
Around The World, Exploring, Ya Honor
[Chorus:]
Sexy Lady, Let's Go Crazy
We Can Take A Trip To The Carribean
Hey Lil Mama, That's No Problem
Girl Let's Fly Away
Sexy Lady, Let's Go Crazy (Let's Go Crazy)
We Can Take A Trip To The Carribean
Hey Lil Mama, That's No Problem (Yyyeeeaaahhh)
Girl Let's Fly Away
[Talking: Lil Boosie]
Now Look, If You Ain't Never Been On A Plane Before
Then Just Put Your Earplugs In, Lay Back, We On Tha Runway
Just Chill, Just Chill, Just Chill, Just Chill
That's Real There
Now Look, If You Ain't Never Been On A Cruise
This Ain't The Titanic, Soo Don't Be Scared
Just Lay Back
And Chill, Chill, Chill, Chill
I Got You Baby, I Got You
You Know One Thing About Bad Azz? (Bad Azz, Bad Azz)
He Crazy, Let's Go Crazy, He Crazy, Let's Go Crazy, He Crazy, Let's Go Crazy, He Crazy
When I step off in the club niggas give me daps and hugs hoes winking they eye I know one thing now they wanna fuck. I'm looking like Que been smoking everybody know Boo be choking so all I'm askin can I bust that pussy wide open can't you tell she carame
l with a smile that a make you precum a dime piece who'll jump on that dick and make that beat run she's so wet so wet she make you wet so wet its sloppy sex so wet the bed wet my fuckin head wet.Shaking when she cumming look at this women kissing me of
my chest I'm tryin to stick it in her stomach look lay down let me suck dem tittes caress them pretty bitches and shove it and show you then (yeah) that I'm the sickest and she so special (so special) the head up on her body make you jump up off the dres
ser (ain't playin I love that head) stop playin girl gimme that cat fore you neva get a phone call turn on some Keith Sweat and let me take yo thong off
[Chorus:] [2x]
I want sex I ain't tryin to be mean tryin to
get up in dem jeans girl I want sex (I'ma be real I'm tryin to fuck summin)
Turn around girl let me see what mama gave ya let me show you tricks that I learned up on the beach up in Jamacia fuck dem hatas(fuck dem hatas) can you get away a day or two so I can show you how lil playa do everybody gone be hating you with living lav
ish through the week Gucci dresses in your you got carats let a nigga have it and beat that pussy let a nigga teach that pussy have that pussy far from rookie and she so wet so wet she make you wet so wet its sloppy sex
[Chorus:] [2x]
I want sex I ain't tryin to be mean tryin to
get up in dem jeans girl I want sex (I'ma be real I'm tryin to fuck summin)
Rubbin my chest combin my hair smelin like red roses (red roses) she say the shit that left my spirits have a thug focus then she baby bath my water witha lil alcohol then she go and get a movie we don't watch it all and she's so wet I feel her cumming d
own I love the way she sound she a thug now.
[Outro:]
Thats all I was askin you know what I'm sayin just gimme that pussy I mean we gone do it later on anyway on top of that that gone make me really show you love I mean I ain't tryin to be Know dog or nothing you know what I'm sayin just gimme that pussy. s
o wet she make you wet so wet its sloppy sex so wet the bed wet my fucking head wet oww so wet she got you wet
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
Like a dophene needs his dope
I need my money in stacks
If it dont work
I work these rhymes
Ima turn to my gats
I need cash
And plus I need it fast
Thats why I gotta ski mask
If I ever need to blast
Since I found out
About you we been hangin out like the fellas
You the reason why
I'm beefin wit them niggas
Who be jealous
We'll thug up to the end
Thats cause you my fuckin friend
Tought me straight out the ben
When they had me facin ten
Its just like we kin
So together we actin foolish
You the one that got Lil Boosie
Poppin out of Baton Rouge
Thats cause I pay my dues
We gon sit back and just laugh
Where the chicks?
Critic corners cash
Look I need you bad, I need you
(chorus)
Since I was small
I waz tryin to make some cheese
Till I snatched a purse at 12
And stole a couple peas
And now I keep my tax in my dorito bag
My rocks in my mouth
Plus I'm on G-Street
The hardest road and block on the south
And now I'm poppin it off
And stackin green
Got my first thousand dollas
And I aint even 17
And plus I keep that thing in my hand
Cuz I dont care
Go to school with a grand
I pull it out and hope step
But without you I ain't shit
I hate to say but it the truth
I almost slipped these hoes
Fuckin me just to get to you
We have never had no problems
As long as you keep in touch
And I love living this life
Thats why I need you so much thats why I need you so much
(chorus)
You the reason went home kickin doors off
You the one that bought my clothes
Put my goals in my mouth
But at times I got to sit back
And wonder why you sin
You the one that got my nigga in a fez doing ten
We don't look at the bad cars
We look at all the fun shit
Hoes and fast cars and power make you run shit
Long as you coming
I cant complain thats the game
Like all we need is weed
Man I need my fuckin change
If I didn't I would be lame probably still on the corner
Tryin to make $200 off an ounce of marajuna
But its times like this
Like when my problems gettin deeper
You gotta understand niggas rapping cuz they need ya they need ya
(chorus)
{bun b}
this for them niggas talking bout they got it on they mine,wanna get it of they mine,actin like they got it in their hearts,thats them same pussy ass niggas that u gon see on they back,somewhere on they ass,somewhere up under that dirt,i put that on a youngster,webbie handle that
lil webbie
now i grew up around triggas but it wasnt the triggas it was niggas huggin the triggas that was bussin the heads,
now i grew up around chickes, but it wasnt the chickens it was niggas
flippin the chickens that was duckin the feds,
and now i sho up wit the choppers but it wont be choppers,
itll be me me bussin the chopper thatl have runnin and scared,
and now ill send u to the doctor but the doctor could try but dont blame
the doctor cause your bitch ass dead.l aint neva scared,
man i been out chea,im gon' be out chea,when u come out chea seem me out chea,hooked up wit bun b out chea,now we tryin to get pimp c out chea,
webbie man yall no wassup.young savage dont give fuck,
23's on heavy trucks when me and my role up,
grew up aruond licks but it wasnt the licks it was niggas hittin the licks that was makin the bread,
now i grew up around bitches, but it wasnt the bitches,
it was niggas pimpin the bitches,
that was gettin the head,
chorus x's2
now hold up,hold up,
fuck it rugget ,we grew up wit soldiers,soldiers,
tell me how u think they gon control us,control us
i got patners wit big choppers and all i gotta halla is loda,
im telli u now i dont play no games cause i be on some gangsta shit
Verse:
head busser
head stopper
you don't want to start partern
creep up slowly
plus they load nigga and they all chopper.
lil daddy you can't win
I'm slippin drinkin hen
my congest to the curb
so you better think again
I was raise and that cave in the south where I stay
treat nigga like slave don't use whip I use K's
my congest is like a bubble you pop it ur bust it ur in trouble won't play me since I'm small bet you ain't gone play another
Nigga I take you brother then conduct and that ur mammy nigga can't stand me cause we coming through on candies.I know some head busser's that leave ur ass dead I ain't never bust a head but I shot him to he fed. Come try it I ain't scared every body got they time if you don't want to die then don't caome and fuck with mine don't nigga swinging iron if you ever touch that nerve that head on ur shoulder I'm not it to the curb.
Chours:
(Oh) Girl give me that
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
Girl give me that (pussy)
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that there
Girl give me that pussy
(Oh Oh Oh) Girl give me that
[Lil Webbie] - Verse 1
You know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here let me Whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl don't hold it from me
Cause right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl stop playing games let me beat it out the frame
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there
[Bun B from UGK] - Verse 2
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil broad I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand man she the shit
She still looking tight though
Still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch so baby stop hesitating
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there
[Lil Webbie] - Verse 3
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple g's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again I ain't gon lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl don't act like you don't want it
Girl you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til we get to the room
Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt now take off your shoes
Don't act confused you know what time it is
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there
This is for my thugz (my thugz)
My real ass niggas
My smokin weed dranking partnas
Pill ass niggas (x4)
This is for my big rollers
My big smokers
My drankas and pill poppers
For my niggas who keep it real partna
This for my niggas to drink fifths at 8 o clock in the morning
For my niggas who burn all day when it be raining and storming
This for the pill poppers
Like Lil Bronce and Lil Trail
This is for the D W I gadgets who copped their ass out of jail
This for my nigga Lil June
Yea thats my nigga then (my nigga then)
If he don't get no bigger then
Thats still my nigga then (my nigga then)
This for my niggas who big roll ounces
Have some Killo
This for my niggas who pump 4's
To Lil Flip and Lil O
This for my niggas smokin dust for there tri
This is for the mommas crying if they want to take there fucking child away from that chronic that reefer aka indonesia
For my niggas who took two that heater and be ready for Eva
This for my niggas who be rollin put they dick in they back
This for my real soldiers nigga like me click off the track
Chorus X4
This is for my hoes who love dick
And be bout that thug shit
Ain't with that stud and they just ready to fuck quick
This is for my hoes who smoke joe
Go to the club and warm hoes
And was by her man side when he went to take his Joes
This is for all them Lil juveniles
You think Lil Boosie on file
Short Red with that ghetto ass style
This is for my hoes who stick close
And keep they man lookin fresh
This is for my hoes who love that nigga and tape they name to they chest
This is for the gold diggin hoes
Who rat this ditch its niggas joe
For the firey spicey thugs who take they dick to they tho
This is for the pill poppin hoes
Who ready to take off they clothes
Who smoke weed all day
But don't fuck wit they nose
This is for the real ass hoes
Who hold they nigga stash down
Who sell out all the shade
And k see gotta mash down
It's Lil Boosie the track clown
And me I like a gangsta bitch
Do or die for her nigga and a shanksta bitch
Other Chorus
This is for my guls my guls
My real ass bitches
My smokin weed drankin partnas
Pill ass bitches (x4)
Outro...
All my pill poppas put yo ex in the air
put yo ex in the air ........
All my big smokers put yo blunts in the air
Put yo blunts in the air......
All my big drinkas put yo hen in the air
Put yo hen in the air...........
That boy be buckin when he jumpin
Throw your hood in the air repeat until fade
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me that
You know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it
Girl, I want it just as bad as you do
And look, see I can tell from this lil vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo, I'm digging you too
You wanna be one of the chosen few
Then gon jig up in this motherfucker
Maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in a crib where you can chill
Don't have to move a muscle
Give you some be good now you be good
Daddy gon hustle
Come here, let me whisper in your ear
I gotta tell you something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Did some daydreaming
Now I'm fiending like I'm on something
Girl, don't hold it from me
'Cuz right now I'll be don strong on ya
I ain't the type to ruin your life
By running game and throwing your dreams
Get in your brain, suit your game
Ease your pain and show you things
Sit you on some leather seats while blowing green
And switching lanes
Girl, stop playing, let me beat it out the frame
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
She five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six, twenty four, thirty eight, pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad, I ain't seen her in a minute
Since the All-Star game and I'm still tryin' to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell things
He caught a fed case and he ain't leave her no change
She sold all his jewels, she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club stripping for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow, drop it to a split
Pussy popping on a handstand, man, she the shit
She still looking tight though, still built right though
Run my game right and after the club
She might go back to the telly with me
Shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
I got Lil Webbie with me and he ain't hating
We some players in this bitch, so baby, stop your hesitating
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Now I can tell from your size that that pussy is fire
So I'm here and I'm willing to give you whatever it require
For you to lay down on your back and then open your thighs
Long sharp deep and wide, have you rolling your eyes
You a big fine horse, I had no choice but to try it
Look like it's worth a couple G's but ain't some shit I buy
Let me whisper in your ear again, I ain't gon' lie
I might share a lil meal just don't tell nobody
Look you know you want it
Girl, don't act like you don't want it
Girl, you want it just as bad as I do
But check this out
You gon' be wishing that you been gave me your money
By the time I finish rumbling with you
While rhymes get loose, let's take this shit to the room
And you just keep yourself excited til' we get to the room
'Cuz I've been rocked up since I met you
I'm ready to give you the blues
Don't stunt, now take off your shoes
Don't act confused, you know what time it is
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
Girl, give me, girl, give me that there
Girl, give me that pussy
Girl, give me that
You know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe you got me feeling that you diggin me boo im diggin yo too
You wanna be one of the chosen few then gone jig up in this motherfucker maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in the crib where u can chill dont have to move a muscle
Give you some dick good now you be good daddy gone hustle
Come here let me whisper in yo ear I gotta tell ya something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Be in some thang dreamin now im fenin like im on someting
Girl dont hold it from me cuz right now Ill be then strong armed it
I aint the type that will ruin ya life by runnin game and throwin ya dreams
Get in ya brain teach ya game need cha pain and show ya thangs
Sit cha on some leather seats while blowin green and switchin lanes
Girl stop playin let me beat it out the frame
She 5 foot 7 a hundred and thirty nine pounds
36 24 38 pretty fine brown bad lil broad
I aint seen her in a minute since the all-star games and im still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell thangs
He caught a fed case and her aint leave her no change
She sold all his jewls she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club strippin for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to the split
Pussy poppin on the handstand man she the shit
Still lookin tight though still built right though
Run my game right and after the club she might go
Back to the telly with me shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
Got Lil Webbie with me and he aint hatin
We some playas in this bitch so baby stop ya hesitating
Now I can tell by yo size that that pussy is fire
So Im here and willin to give you whateva require
For you to lay down on yo back and then open yo thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have ya rolling ya eyes
You a big fine horse to have no choice but to just try it
Look like its worth a couple of g's but aint some shit that i'll buy
Let me whisper in yo ear again I aint gone lie
I might share a lil mel just dont tell nobody
Look you know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl you want it just as bad as i do
But check this out you go be wishing that u been gave me yo numba by the time I finish rumbling with you
Whop whop get loose Lets take this shit to the room
And you just keep yo self excited til we get to the room
Cuz I been rocked up since I met cha Im ready to give ya the blues
Dont stunt now take off ya shoes dont act confused you know what time it is
You know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil vibe you got me feeling that you diggin me boo im diggin yo too
You wanna be one of the chosen few then gone jig up in this motherfucker maybe me and you can do it big up in this motherfucker
Sit you in the crib where u can chill dont have to move a muscle
Give you some dick good now you be good daddy gone hustle
Come here let me whisper in yo ear I gotta tell ya something
Listening to this song kinda make a nigga want something
Be in some thang dreamin now im fenin like im on someting
Girl dont hold it from me cuz right now Ill be then strong armed it
I aint the type that will ruin ya life by runnin game and throwin ya dreams
Get in ya brain teach ya game need cha pain and show ya thangs
Sit cha on some leather seats while blowin green and switchin lanes
Girl stop playin let me beat it out the frame
She 5 foot 7 a hundred and thirty nine pounds
36 24 38 pretty fine brown bad lil broad
I aint seen her in a minute since the all-star games and im still tryin to hit it
Got a baby for this nigga that I used to sell thangs
He caught a fed case and her aint leave her no change
She sold all his jewls she sold all his cars
Now she dancing in the shaker club strippin for the stars
Sliding down the pole slow drop it to the split
Pussy poppin on the handstand man she the shit
Still lookin tight though still built right though
Run my game right and after the club she might go
Back to the telly with me shake her jelly with me
Let my people bust on her face and her belly with me
Got Lil Webbie with me and he aint hatin
We some playas in this bitch so baby stop ya hesitating
Now I can tell by yo size that that pussy is fire
So Im here and willin to give you whateva require
For you to lay down on yo back and then open yo thighs
Long sharp deep and wide have ya rolling ya eyes
You a big fine horse to have no choice but to just try it
Look like its worth a couple of g's but aint some shit that i'll buy
Let me whisper in yo ear again I aint gone lie
I might share a lil mel just dont tell nobody
Look you know you want it girl dont act like you dont want it girl you want it just as bad as i do
But check this out you go be wishing that u been gave me yo numba by the time I finish rumbling with you
Whop whop get loose Lets take this shit to the room
And you just keep yo self excited til we get to the room
Cuz I been rocked up since I met cha Im ready to give ya the blues
Dont stunt now take off ya shoes dont act confused you know what time it is
DIS FOR YALL WHO DOIN SMALL, BUT BE STUNTIN YO ASS OFF
SHOES TOO DAMN SMALL WIT YO BEST FRIEND PANTS ON
AND GOT NO TYPE OF HUSTLE AND YOU ALWAYS TRYING TO BORROW SOMETHING
STUNTIN IN FRONT OF DEESE HOES LIKE, YOU A MUTHAFUCKIN STAR OR SOMETHING
HOES AND SHIT CAUSE THEY GOT THAT SHIT BAD TOO
DIRTY MUTHAFUCKAS NEED TO WASH THEY ASS TOO
IF YOU DOIN IT LIKE IM DOIN IT
MUTHAFUCKA I RASH YOU
??????????????????????????
WANT ME TO GIVE YOU MY LAST TOO
CANT STAND DEM FUCKIN BROADS THAT JUST MAKE TIMES HARD
CANT STAND DEM FUCKING BROADS
WIT NO CRACK OR NO JOBS
I HATE YOU FREELOADERS CAUSE YALL BE ON SOME WRONG SHIT
AINT A DAMN THING WRONG WIT GETTIN YO OWN SHIT
IT FEELS BETTER RIDIN, WHEN YOU ROLLIN YO OWN SHIT
ESPECIALLY IF DAT BITCH ON, AND ITS SITTIN ON CHROME SHIT
WEBEE IM DOIN BAD DO YOU THINK YOU CAN LOAN ME?
MAN FUCK YA IN DA ASS WIT A BIG OLD LONG DICK!!
CHORUS:
IF YO SHIT AINT ON CHROME, YOU CAN MAKE IT ON YO OWN
YOU ALWAYS NEED A LOAN
MAN YA WRONG!
GET ON YO SHIT!
GET ON YO MUTHAFUCKIN SHIT HOE!!
(REPEAT 1X)
VERSE 2 (LIL BOOSIE)
DIS FOR DEM ? HOES
? HOES
FILTHY ASS HOES
CLUB HOPPIN, DICK SHOPPIN
TRYING TO GET EXPOSED
DIS FOR DAT NIGGA STUNTIN, BUT HE WEARIN SOUTH POLE
FOR DAT BROKE ASS NIGGA WIT A MOUTH FULL OF GOLD
DIS FOR DAT FUCKY MAMA DOWN BAD ON DAT CRACK
LET DA STATE TAKE HER CHILDREN
NOW SHE WANT THEY ASS BACK
GET ON YO SHIT HOE AND GET YOU A JOB
HEARD YOU TRIED TO SELL YO PUSSY,
BUT YO PUSSY GOT ROBBED
AND DEESE NIGGAS WONT SQUEEZE DEESE TRIGGERS CAUSE THEY BROKE AND THEY RUNNIN TO DAT DOPE
DATS FUCKED UP, YO MAIN MAN
HE DONT WANNA GIVE YOU NOTHING
BUT YOU WOULD RATHER STEAL FROM HIM, BEFORE YOU ASK HIM FOR SOMETHING!
JEALOUSY GOT DEESE NIGGAS CATCHING FELONIES, I HOPE DAT WORD WONT BE DA DEATH OF ME
MY CITY STILL GONE REP FOR ME
BATON ROUGE CHOPPA BOYS
MOST NIGGAS BE ON THEY SHIT
MOST NIGGAS THEY HAVE IT HARD
DAT DIRTY ASS KID IN DA YARD FEET BLACK
BUT HIS DADDY AT DA CLUB IN A THROWBACK
YOU KNOW DATS A SHAME
WHEN A NIGGA CATCH A CHARGE
THEY TRY TO GIVE HIM 20 AND HE TELL ON HIS BOYS
CHORUS*
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
I aint just tunin in
And I aint new to this
So you dont wanna fuckin play wit my intelligence
You see me, myself
Im on some veteran shit
And I aint that pussy bitch
That you be fuckin wit
Do you know how long it takes
For me to fuck a bitch
And I can spend 25 like it aint shit
Ill treat a bitch sweet
And I'll keep her fed
But I aint the type to eat
And I aint the type to beg
Now I drank like a horse
And I smoke plenty blunts
But I aint the type to snort
And poke my arm up
And like the fuckin cities
I keep it wit me
Know you pussy bitches wanna come get me
But listen
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
[x2]
I aint that nigga
Went to school
You took a class wit
I aint that lil dudes that you laugh wit
And I aint none of them lil hos
You be fuckin
All them mothafuckin boes you be bustin
Im the nigga wit them golds
Who be thuggin
Bank rolls cuz Im hustlin
Ima fool
And I aint the type of nigga
You gon catch wit out a tool
I aint the type to run and
Ima keep it on the cool
You dont know when Im comin
You just be ready when I do
Ima mothafuckin problem child
I know you heard I aint no turtle
Ima crocodile
Bitch I'll serve ya
Wit this gangsta
Boy Im all in it
And thats fo sho mothafuckas
Aint gon play wit me no more shit
Got me fucked up
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
[x2]
Now check this out
I aint the nigga
Who gon false off
And fall in love
I aint the nigga gon eat no pussy
I just wanna fuck
I aint the nigga who gon run
When the beef come round
Im the one who get the gun
And make the beef go down
You prolly heard that I was pussy
From a pussy nigga
Cuz I don cut a lot of niggas
And they pussy nigga
You think Im bitch made
Then this'll be yo last year
Take out my switch blade and cut yo ass from ear to ear
Take off yo shirt and Im gon rush you like a red nose pit
Get in yo shit, like a dick, And Im off of a trick
I aint the nigga who gon sweat ya
Cuz I fuck wit bad guhs(girls)
But if you right
I'll dress you up and tear the mall up
I aint the one for spendin time
Cuz I run the streets
If you dont like it
You can go
Ill buy another freak
And aint no nigga finna bust at me
You think Im pussy
You gon see you outta luck wit me
If you think Ima ho
If you think Ima bitch
A pussy ass nigga
A fuckin duck
Guess what
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
[x2]
oh yeah, boosie bad ass
and we all go some ratchet in us(erbody, erbody got a lil ratchet)for real dey gon love dis one
(Verse 1)
this 4 my ratchet niggas and my ratchet hoes
who come out they clothes cuz lil boosie gotta go
and im a ratchet nigga, but im a savage wit it u wanna first ten gees and put da taxes wit it
u gotta ratchet city u gotta a pocket full of hoes wit some saggy titties then u da sickest look
my nigga Malaco he got dat anna doe dey call him ratchet in dat bottom cuz he move dat costa
na where big papa at u kno he ratchet too he told me take dem x pills and pop em 2 by 2
she in da club jiggin like she a classic chick she on da wall posted up u kno u ratchet bitch
she got bout 9 churin but she be makin feddies
but i cant talk bout lil momma cuz i got three already
and yeah i miss my daddy he was a ratchet thug mayne he showed me tha game about these ratchet guhs
dis wut da streets say and dallas texas dis where dat ratchet nigga stole his cousin lexus
the president he ratchet he good armed mayne
his ratchet ass aint send the mutha fuckin plane i think he overcame it might be overdozers it sad to say but usa dey got some ratchet soldiers
i think its overcame it might be overdozers it sad to say but usa dey got some ratchet soldiers
(chorus)
na do tha ratchet oh yeah
na do tha ratchet come on
na do tha ratchet yeah do tha ratchet
look he ratchet she ratchet he ratchet she ratchet mayne we all got some ratchet in us
na do tha ratchet oh yeah
na do tha ratchet come on
na do tha ratchet yeah do tha ratchet
look he ratchet she ratchet he ratchet she ratchet mayne we all got some ratchet in us
(Verse 2)
okay nah
ratchet wit a gold ratchet king ratchet man
im steady jumpin and doin tha ratchet dance im ratchet when i talk im ratchet when i walk im a ratchet azz nigga its my mom and dea fault
these ratchet boys love stayin right deh
who is ratchetfied and why dey hatein on me
i don't pop pills but i get jiggy
i got dat anna dose from ratchet city
big dog big nuts imma g wit mine
im da mayor i got cash im fresh wit mine
im a gold hard ratchet and a money makin ratchet and lava house got these hoes gettin ratchet
my game is hyped i live a ratchet life i ain't gotta rap i started this ratchet hype
my ratchet ways got these boys drove
i fliped thirty cars and got plenty hoes
(chorus)
im ratchet out dis game aint no reason to lie i been ratchet since 82 so imma be ratchetfied till i die
i get ratchet wit dese hoes
ft. Mr. Magic
[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 cock 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 dick 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 muthafucka 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-cocked
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 fucked 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, cock 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
[Chorus]
I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama girl I promise
I'ma make that up
I know you sick of all these bitches
Wit deze rumors and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite
And I'ma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up
Girl I'ma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough
[Verse 1]
I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane
My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand
My girl looked at me n said
'YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER'
I couldnt say shit had to leave the house
She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong
But 2nite when she go home I'ma keep callin her phone
Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit)
My otha bitch done put me on child support
My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope
I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up
So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up
I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit)
I got j-lo at home I need my bitch
Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer
Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line
Boosie how my mouth was
Im right on side my fuckin girl
Oh let them hoes suck on my shit
I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me
She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck
I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet
She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2
Another bitch done hit me up boosie wat do it do
She grabbed my phone who is this hoe hung up
She broke my shit thew out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick
Damn wat I done did
She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids
I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin
Tired of seein my girl cryin
Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man
Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft
I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children
Er'body been slippin
We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit)
That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen
Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasnt all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness
Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha
In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her
And every time you gone I be thinkin of you
Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you
And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde
Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die
Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear
Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill
All these years down tha drain
Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane
[Chorus]
Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga
Mouse on tha beat
Its more than beautiful baby
Believe that but I gotta holla at you
We gotta go baby cause on my way ho
beast mode boosie bad ass j d q beast mode thats all i need im goin in beast mode hennesy a bag of dro dats all i need im goin in beast mode u kno well its boosie and i go in beast mode my mind click i shoot u like free throws we southside gorillas and we move them kilos live camp and dem sub zeros we in tha club throwin bows we got erbody lookin same way they be lookin when i follow u and screamin beast mode we on tha block freezin cold when i jump in aint tha problem child cold a red bone in a red thong i go beast my peeps be sayin stop playin get in and let dat meat show a 745 with da real spinners on it keep ur girl inside when she come in and act a donkey i dress to impress where a vest upon my chest my beast mode 9 for dem boys who gonna test im da best dey ever did lil boosie da realist ill make u sick when you fish u ol pussy ass bitch *chorus* i smoke i pop i suppose to stop but im not i got a bag of kill like that nigga feel head bobbin at the wheel a ho hit me on my cell and she said come and get me she givin brain from B.R. to da city I said shorty look I aint tripping I got 4 50's so wont you go in beast mode with me.
Come On I need a Bad Bitch, Come on if you a Bad Bitch, Shit I want a Bad Bitch
[Verse 1:]
The girls be cookin and cleanin and cleanin and cookin, She Be constantly gushing and cleaning her pussy and when step on tha scene everybody be lookin and to get in them jeans everybody be wushin. But she only want players who far from rookie and if u a
int got the cake cant play with the nookie her titties sittin pretty and she soft as a cushion and if u try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch and go and get he her fix as a habit and a bad bitch go and buy fitch more than average and bad bitches get to take trips with the savage cant never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy but shit i can tell by her lips that she nasty expensive ass pantsies grip to the ashies she mean like a pitbull sweet like candy.
[Chorus:]
Now That's a bad bitch Bad Bitch [x4]
Gurl U a bad bitch bad bitch [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Now see I can impress the Bad Bitch the girl gon smile caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild i feed and treat it like dats my child then freak it up and beat it up like dats my style u get a lot of heads when yo breads in pile come on right now and
im saying dat loud a trifiline ass bitch make da big growl a bad ass bitch made the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest that's the one im having the one wit no kids and just one baby daddy and she aint hardheaded can least it and respect it and u aint a bad bitch if u got bad credit, a thong with prance on no how to cook neckbones on want that MVP
wit that throw back dress on and dont like to get durty and dont mind working and she don't liek giving me no often lip service
[Chrous]
Now Make yourself say cuz u a bad bitch bad bitch
Now show yo self of cuz u a bad bitch a bad bitch
Man I love them bad bitches wit them sexy ass tatoos them bad bitches wit them bad bitches attitude she a damn fool got a crib she let me camp make sure her niggas stay fill on them food stamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do u know what dat mean man on damn house
floss out big sceen man i keep da game runnin man what chu gon do for me man look at her on it come see a beast manbad bitches holla on dem strrets man she aint cryin over nan nigga she aint weak man the type of little women that would get you off y
a feet man
Come here
Fa sho
Trill Entertainment Nigga
I'm Webbie Nigga
Mouse on tha track 2004
This my year right cha
Im out this bitch, that's a bad bitch
niggas mugg me cuz day must be thank im fuckiin day gurl
wanna touch me cuz im paid and movin up n da world
i aint a threat
dem niggas jus hatin and disrespectin ta get a rep
dats why i aint been intimidated by anotha nigga yet
day get upset and hate to see a pimp succeed
i hustle wit ma mouf piece ta get da shit i need
cash flOw, carz, clothez, fine hoez, and weed
but ever time i roam da street i gotta tot sum heat
blowiin da sweet ridin on deep bangin ma shit
i run ma g all by ma lOney, fuck a side kick
i kno day got sum pussy ass boys wantin ta off me
just cuz da lord done blessed me wit a million dolla mouf piece
i ignore dem niggaz who earn day striffs disrespectin
i let dem plex and catch dem by themselves wen day least expect it
its ma profession dat go dez niggas wantin ta set me up
wet me up
and leave me dead as fuck just cuz im breaded up
ChrOus:
so niggas wanna duck tap us cuz we cold blooded
got too much paper now day hatin but dez hOez love us
[x2]
money made me
sum shit is gravey but i steady be beefin
hoez luv me niggaz hate me so i guess dat im even
ma hoez done went frum black ta cold
ma rollz done went frum fat ta swoll
i was hurtin like u nigga now i ack fa sho
we gone thug tonight
im takin chances wit dis pistol cuz i love ma life
since 12 mayne it been hell, thug ma mind n da maze
fuhhkiin kay, and i put dat on every blunt i blaze
look
who can i call on wen its goin all wrong?
cuz ma dawg gone and it hurts wen he call home
mayne dez niggaz got me pissed
fucked up wen day shot n missed
wuhz it cuz im lil boosie or probably ova diz bitch
see ma bitch? ma fit? ma click? all cold blooded
day see dez niggaz hatiin das why all dez hoes love it
but boy i been thuggin so i kno you aint ready
i aint trippin cuz diz bitch im trippin cuz u disrespectiin
chrOus
[x4]
now im dat cOld blooded killa
from crOss da track by dat river
shOot i shit up n yO liver
been like dat since i wuhz little
wuhhht??
nigga i dont give a fuck
judge tol me 60 days n i laughed in dat bitch face
gotta stash full of kayz n im ready ta gO ta war
gotta black 9 beam fa prOtectiiOn at ma car
niggaz wanna see me gOne from hea
n spill ma blOod
diz One hea
fuh lil dOnkey hea
and das ma thug
hardhitta wig-splita, wid a click bout dat cappin
day wan do yuh cuz day know you hatin on me cuz im rappin
lil boosie bout dat stackiin
until he get a hundred degreez
got cho bitch up in ma firebird unda tint gettin freeked
diz aint no game
i know you wanna end me
but ma eyez say on da track of rosevelt n micinly
so cum try
i aint scared but you betta have yo head right
and if you wan go to war boy you besta get cho bread right cold-blooded
ChrOus
[x8]
[Lil Boosie:]
Ah, Ah Lil Boosie (Lil Boosie) Yeah
What's up! Umm! What's up! Umm!
Don't forget it, it's wicked
Don't forget it, it's wicked
Look, see I walk across that dirty track
At two o'clock a.m. flat
Wake up burn a murder sack
Anything that move, then murder that
Tired of go'n through pressure thug
Cause I'm less a thug
Keep it on your lap cause these days they'll test ya thug
Look, if it ain't that fuckin doja or that weed man
This solja boy don't need
Cause that caine gone shake yo breed
Think I'm lyin keep try'n
Boy that's how it go down
Takin over the world, that's why call me no brown
South side for down, you know that's in my blood
Keep bitchin cause I'm itchin from the fleas and the flood
Hollern "Slow Yo Roll"
Shit, I want the whole
I wanna a fannie swole, so I can act a show
Nigga better ask your hoe, feelin like a mad man
Try'n slang that weed on G street, that's a fast plan
Thinkin bout what dad sayin
"Keep it real and keep ya steel
Take yo time and teach a lil, until you reach a mill"
Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's
Two licks and two days, two fifths and new J's
I'm thugged out
[Hook: x3]
Don't forget it, it's wicked
Roll with Loc so I sic it
Follow me I got the ticket
And some funk to get busy
[Lil Boosie:]
Look, real niggaz be bout that torture
I'll scorch ya if you play me
Niggaz be try'n to hate me
That's why it's off of safety
Whoever, whenever makes no differences who you be
Boy you bleed just like me, but don't come cross CBT
Bottom boy, automatic anything that causes that static
Get you stink by us, little nigga, thuggin 'n smokin angel dust
A donkey boy, leave you funky boy
Smoke everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy
Niggaz hollern bout they bout it, niggaz light as a feather
Can't get mad at you girl cause you ain't on my level
Don't run behind me, when ya find me
You gone regret you missed
Cause my nerves done got pissed
And all you gone get is this (CHOP CHOP!)
It don't stop with solja Reebok tennis
Thug shit up in ninas, label Boosie a menace
God please forgive my sins, niggaz try'n take my ends
I'm just sit back 'n watchin, fuck the talkin I'm choppin
Where yo nigga, yo round, your fuckin whodi, yo convict
This south side red rum shit, so don't you be dumb bitch, wha
Played everything man from proleans to dope fien's
Gettin track in my Balance, stashin dope in the alleys
[Hook: x3]
Don't forget it, it's wicked
Roll with Loc so I sic it
Follow me I got the ticket
WHA WHA WHA WHA
MY LIFE(MY LIFE)
LOOK
DAD DIED WHEN I WAS FOURTEEN
WE GOT US SOME CHANGE
MOMMA TOOK THE BREAD AND SPED IT
SHOES SHOP ON THAT LANE
THAT'S WHEN A LOT OF SHIT CHANGED
ALL MY PARTNERS IN THE GAME
BUT MY POCKETS THEY SHAME
SO I CALLED THAT BOY BIG DAME
GOTTA HALF OF THAT FLAME
WENT ON G STREET IN THE RANGE
WITH BIG BOI AND TUTT THANG MAKING
BALLA G A WEEK MOMMA DON'T UNDASTAND
PUT ME OUT NOW I'M A MAN AIN'T NO TURNING BACK PEOPLE AIN'T GAVE ME A THANG SINCE I'M BURNING SACKS BUT SHIT I LEARNED FROM THAT NOW NIGGAZ LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M GROWN CAUSE I GO GET MY OWN IT GOT REAL WHERE I ROAM I GOTTA PLASTIC GLOCK QIUT SCHOOL AND BASKETBALL JUST TO SALVAGE THE BLOCK MAN I HAD TO BE STOP BUT I WOULD NEVA TO THE HEAD GOT BUY FIFTH'S EVERY FRIDAY PLUS I'M SENDING TRELL BREAD (YEAH) THAT'S WHY I FEEL I CAN'T BE TOLD SHIT CAUSE DON'T A NIGGA DO A THANG WHEN YOU BROKE BITCH...
CHORUS
LET ME RUN IT HOW IT'S DONE IN MY LIFE MY LIFE IS IN THAT FUCKING SPOT LIGHT MY LIFE AIGHT AIGHT LET ME RUN IT HOW ITS DONE IN MY LIFE MY LIFE IS IN THE FUCKING SPOT LIGHT
(LOOK) NINETY-NINE THAT'S WHEN MY SHINE CAME THROUGH MY PAPER GOT MAJOR AND NOW I IRON SLANG TOO I'M GONE OFF THAT KILLA I KEEP A ZONE UNDER MY PILLOW PLUS I'M TOO LITTLE TO TAKE NO SHAWT FROM NO NIGGA MY FIST DUN WENT FROM OK TO FUCKING BALLIN MY BITCHES DUN WENT FROM NO PLAY NOW THEY CALLING I'M REPPING WITH KEVIN NOW THESE BITCHES WANNA DO ME LOC CAME SCOOP ME NOW EVERYBODY KNOW LIL BOOSIE MY BIG FACE HUNDREDS MAN THEY WANNA GET ME OUT THAT I MADE SHIT REAL SO MOTHERFUCKA LOOK I'M BOUT THAT NOW THAT I'M STRAIGHT ALL THESE NIGGAZ WANNA HATE I SIT BACK AND WAIT AND SLICIN NIGGAZ LIKE A CAKE DA MOE MONEY I MAKE THAT MOE HARD TIMES NEVER THOUGHT MY LIFE A END UP WRITTING WAR RHYMES IN MY LIFE MY LIFE (SHIT) THAT'S HOW IT'S DUN IN MY LIFE MY LIFE LOOK
CHORUS
MY LIFE AIGHT BUT IT MIGHT NOT BE TOMORROW TABLES COULD TURN AND NOW MY PEOPLE WANNA BORROW MOMMA USE TO BE STRESSED AND TELLING ME JUST GO BUT SHEN WURRED NO MOE SHIT SHE DUN HEARD ME FLOW KNOW WE PAID FA SHOW NOW IT'S TIME TO BUCK I GOT BREAD IN THE BANK AND ON THE BLOCK I DIME IT UP GOT HOES IN CLOTHS SO OFF TOP THEY RESPECT IT GRAB ME A CAMERA AND GRAB A GLOCK WHEN IT'S HECTED SOUTHSIDE MY SECTION IT AINT NO SECRET BOY YOU HEARD STILL BOUT WEED BUT I SMOKE DUST AND SIPP SURYP SHIT DONT CHANGE HOW YOU FIGGA IMMA FEAR YOU I'M IN MY REAR VIEW CAUSE NIGGAS WANNA KILL BOO I'M GO BE FUCKING BUSTING IF YOU PLAY WITH MY LIFE DONT BE DUCKING IF YOU PLAY WITH MY LIFE AINT NO DISCUSSION IF YOU PLAY WITH MY LIFE DAMN GOD THEY GO PLAY WITH MY LIFE LORD DON'T LET THESE NIGGAZ TAKE MY LIFE MY LIFE
CHORUS
Verse1:boosie
I know u hollering fuck me well its fuck u 2 and dat instegatin nigga i'm gon tuch u 2 it's just a matter of time 4 i start doopin my 9 fuckin wit da wrong nigga u must dome my dime fuck it hop in da bucket let's go find dese niggas shootin shots 4 they head tryin to blind dese niggas don't let catch u on dat intastate den its late im gon see how many bullets yo rental take u fuckin wit a young thug nigga who a savage wit dis and i'm gon doop slugs nigga so keep packin yo shit plus im actin da shit cuz im a fool i'm gon catch u on dat corna and introduce u to my tool i paid my duez and boi i'm fixn to let u kno fuckin wit da wrong when u fuckin wit dat 4 fa sho so itz war time patna iz you ready 4 dat should rob but on waitin fo yo fatty to stack nigga
(chorus) x3
if it's fuck me nigga den it's fuck u 2 fuck ya mami f*** ya daddy f*** ur crew dats true
Verse2:boosie
u dont even know how bad i wanna buss u up please come across dem tracks so i can f*** u up u wit all dat mouvin off u done got me red hot might as well take dat vest off cuz i'm shootin head shots in front dem hoz u let yo nutz hang but ma 44 gon make yo f***in gutz hang bitch u wanna irricate long if u play wit me wrong i don't give a f*** bout yo mamma baby been gon it's on mothaf***a i aint slippin stay stroolin through da hood wit my 9 and da clippin and dem niggas dat be buckin wit u they gon get it 2 and if i get dem niggas first they gon get they sh** 4 u dats tru plus i'm sicka den u i got mo bitches den u and i could buy a murda charge from a distance its true a dea lil' boosie shit he ain't scared of shit and i'm gon duck tape yo momma and shoot off yo daddy dick mothaf***a
(chorus)x3
Say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say
Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads and watch y'all rose
Man, dat joensin' shit old and you real important
So no talkin' bout the murders, money launder, extortion
The feds stay in the area, they watchin' my home
Just waitin' on us to slip and get loose on the phone
Say Webbie I know that fetti got you wit a fat belly
But yo thinkin' cap gotta stay on and stay ready
The game ain't the same, I'm bobbin' and weavin'
Please explain why this snitch still breathin'?
Say Boosie you know better than to fuck wit that nigga
He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller
We professionals now, young entrepreneurs
So you know them fuck feds out to do us
Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
And talk right 'cause one indictment get ya 20 to life
Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say
Say Big Head I gotta hit ya right back
They got trackers on my Beamer and my Nextel tap
He got dat syrup and dat work man who tellin' dat?
Switch dat purple up to that orange now they sippin' dat
Echo's on my phone like a parrot on my fuckin' shoulder
Want somethin', it's face to face, try somethin' it's K for K
The white jeep cross the street that's them fuckin' feds
How you know? 'Cuz when I look at him he duck his head
They want Ivy Honor, Tarlasia, and Tootie all scared
My family fuck around, lose me, it's gone be welfare
So lil' daddy I'mma hit you up later
They ridin' wit LSU shirts on in a blue Navigator
They know I'm after this paper so they after my azz
30 G's up in the airport, they call in the task
They say you love to ride wit no legs, no, I love to get head
You gone be dead just like Ivan, fuck you fed, bitch
(Can ya hear me now?)
Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say savage you got work?
Yeah, white as yo t-shirt playa
Well, I been hittin' yo phone, all I'm gettin' is the voice mail
I got anotha numba cat, you undercover rat?
Playin' like dat a have a nigga doin' a hundred flat
I'm constantly stackin' because I wanna live lavish man
I'm good wit this white because I know life's about havin' thangs
I got two bad bitches that handle bizness for savage man
They get off the plane and I pick 'em up by the baggage claim
Straight to the boulevard, I work it and work it hard
Robbers and murderers, I serve 'em straight through the burglar bars
I fuck wit them Trill boys, don't fuck wit nobody else
'Cause I know I'mma take my charge and I ain't gone tell on myself
Hoe niggas come to my door for the scope, it ain't nothin' happenin'
'Cause nigga's a rat on ya up in court and don't even care
I'm a lil' nigga that a make a hundred bricks disappear
A muthafuckin' gangsta, hold up
(Can ya hear me now?)
Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
I can't talk now, this ain't the time or the place
The block hot like grits, ain't tryin' to catch a case
My nigga just got ten in a for real way
And them bitches know who I am 'cause what my grill say
So meet me at the spot and we can run it face to face
You see this Cingular gone, have a nigga upstate
And if I'm upstate how the fuck I'mma make cake
Oh you ain't hung 'em yet, you must be workin' for them snakes
You know every hood got snitches, bumpin' gums like bitches
So they won't have to live behind them fences
Sleepin' on hard bunks, pumpin' iron on them benches
Niggas tryin' to get wit ya, you gone hook or get ya issue
But keep it brief, them laws never go to sleep
If you want them M&M;'s, meet me on ya momma street
Don't forget to keep yo eyes open
That cable ain't hookin' nothin' up but cameras and they scopin'
Say, say, say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me, can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now?
Say, say round, let me hit ya right back
Hot right now, the feds got my phone tap
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Can ya hear me now? Can ya hear me?
I'm tired of all these bitch ass niggas askin me when I'm gon drop.
I got you niggas now. Say Mel and T gon get this shit pressed up (uh huh ) Im Ready!
(I'm ready) Cuz I'm tired of these niggas askin me.
They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.
I aint fuckin wit this dubin shit the whole world lovin this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fuckin trick
14 15 I told that I had a dream
16 17 I was sellin crack to crack fiens
I live this shit so get it right
My phone wont let me sleep at night
My razor phone is prepaid
Them nextels they like AIDS
They Dangerous, They Gangsterous like all my niggas who hang wit us
All my niggas who bang wit us well Trill Entertainment change wit us
I made you wait until the winter now I got you cold
2006 I'm in this bitch now I got control
Gucci shades thats what I floss wit
My bitch dont window shop she go in and shop for raw shit
I told her outside fuck this
Lets him wit a double hit
Me and Lil Weebie we drop more hits that snoop dog and Ludacris
You aint heard about this Boosie shit open ya ears
When ya open ya ears welcome to phil nigga
Man I been hot sellin out the stores
But always lose my CEO's
Love to fuck wit gangsters I dont affiliate wit hoes
First I got to do my promo shows that gon be hell
Gotta do my interview like 50 that gon make Lil B sell
Gotta ease my mind in wit Reese Keese down ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl for the judge send me to jail
Im thugged out but you cant tell
Was drugged out now I'm mell
Dont smoke nuttin Dont drank nuttin
You play me I'm gon swang sumthin
Since been gon my feelings gone
Mane they did my nigga wrong
If you thank you the sickest
Confess and say you did it
This album gon be the sickest
Thats on my pops
He put that dang-a-lang in my momma 9 months later I drop
He told neva smoke rock
Told me how he hate cops
He watchin ova be the bad azz drop
Here go bad azz pops
Daddy watch ova me the bad azz drop and mama aint gotta work no more belive that..
They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.
They like look Boosie when you gon drop, why not Boosie is ya gon flop nigga, un un.
Boosie where been nigga I been on the block at studios, sellin blocks, whateva it takes to make a knot.
I sick of a nigga wit a 100 bricks
Watch Lil Boosie runnin shit
We dick hoes down for hours
While you one niggas comin quick
We flip these hoes like dominos
Niggas betta hide your hoes
We snatch yall hoes out Magic City
And make them hoes get ratchet wit it
Im dickin dickin down south new makeova
And niggas ********* Lousiana takeova
And like Hova Im versitile
Real niggas gon retire
Im be like George Clinton round this bitch spitin that 45
Wit this little light of mine
Ima shine
You aint got be featured on my tape I dont need you niggas anyway
All my hoes thong drop
Yea I take they thong off
"Boosie when yo album drop?"
As soon as ya finish swallin
Im finished thank you
Pull yo draws up on yo waist
Wipe that shit up out yo face
And lets go get an Outback Steak
Cuz Bad Azz don dropped today
This wat you gon snatch today
This the sickest dub edition since Tupac don passed away
So you aint gotta ask today
When I'm comin Is you followin
This bitch in done wit so ask about the Golden Child
Big stacks Im holdin now
Big Gaks Im buss em
Big nights I fuck em, hand cuff em, cuz I dont trust em
2004 I was ballin woah did you see the DVD
I can hear Pimp C hollin bout "look at me look at me"
Im the spices in the gumbo
Im the fries at popeyes
I aint retarted Im retunto
Compared to no nigga at all
Cuz Im a dog
In the rock Ima Pit
And I stoppin for shit Im full blooded
All my niggas go fearless from New York to Philly
From Detroit to my State
In Florida Ima heavyweight
In Georgia got real estate
California affilinate
Jackson Mississippi got my back like thats my livin state
Saint Louis and Mobile they clock steel and pop pills
Savannah Georgia they K kill can forget about J-ville
A-town and D-town they grab keys like rebounds
Arkansas is stright rage
They shoot niggas on stage
Fear payed and chess say
I end you fuckin career nigga
Hit you wit they steel nigga you wont feel that pill nigga
Cant no rappa fuckin wit me
Hit ya from my way look like Tim Donkey Tong and Parker in my new Genobe
Ask about me if you dont know me and thats off the top
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