I tellin ya boy I got them boys
Dog I be tryin to tell em
You can't catch me boy
Don't upset me boy
Touch me my dog a wet 'cha boy
Never disrespect me boy
Dog you better check ya' boy
Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha I'll tech ya boy
Pray to God protect ya boy
Cause when it's on it's like Electra boy
I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha boy
And if my money ain't right you better stretch it boy
Cause when it's bout that bread I'm sweat 'cha boy
You see I'm riding round in a lexus boy
Cause we rob a lot like a Texas boy
And if ya aint Slip-N-Slide I'll wreck ya boy
Give me fifty feet stay out my section boy
Disrespecting hoes like we sexist boy
You know a nigga keep a Smith and Wesson boy
I don't mean no harm just protection boy
We can shoot it out like a Western boy
I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
I went ahead and bought that Benzo boy
That bitch with 20-inch Lorenzo's boy
And the big crib is hittin boy
Bought me rollie with them bulletproof windows boy
Cause them jack boys you know that got the energy boy
Fuck if I offend ya boy
Got a place I'll send ya' boy
And a clip I'll lend ya' boy
Tell the morgue that a real nigga send ya' boy
Cause I bend ya' boy
And I want every dime that ya' got boy
I need some D's on my drop boy
And two ki's in the spot boy
See the real niggaz just want stop boy
Huh, we on top boy
I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
You can't fuck with the south boy
Watch'cha mouth boy
Fucking with the tribe in this game a take ya' out boy
In 95 south find another route boy
It ain't hard for us to show you what we 'bout boy
Leave ya' dead with out a trace boy
I'm at 'cha funeral and I can't see ya' face boy
Ya brain is a terrible thing to waste boy
And ain't 'cha way to fast for ya' pace boy
It aint no thang for me to catch another case boy
Stay in ya place boy
Cause I'll have ya' ass erased boy
When this shit hit the fat you gone feel it boy
You wanna fuck around with Faith I'ma seal it boy
I put a hole in ya' can't nobody heal it boy
We got this shit locked can't nobody steal it boy
I'm tryin' to stash somethin' close to a million boy
Is ya' with me lost tribe (yeah I feel ya boy)
This shit serious boy
I know ya curious boy
You wanna know why we livin luxurious boy
You hearin righteous funk boogie on this track here boy
You better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain't no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you'll never come back here boy
So I suggest you don't be (fucking with me)
And if you don't wanna die (don't be fucking with me)
Don't wanna lose ya' life (don't be fucking with me)
And if you ain't slip-n-slide (don't be fucking with me)
Niggaz' like us we off glass hope ya heard me boy
My dogs deal dirty early in the morning boy
Ain't no yawning boy
I gotta keep a eye on what we earning boy
Keep them things turning boy
Who you referring boy
I'll burn ya' boy
Mind ya' business cause this here don't concern ya' boy
I'm trying to warn ya' boy
I'll toy turn ya' boy
Ya betta move the way Slip-N-Slide tell ya boy
Ya betta have me fo I Big Worm ya boy
I'll put some fire to that ass that'll learn ya boy
So I suggest you don't let me get 'cha boy
Guarantee a right cross gone split 'cha boy
Is this ya' boy
Then ya better come and get 'cha boy
Go to the morgue and enlist ya' boy
And if ya' violate my turf I'm gone get with 'cha boy
Man, ain't nobody gone miss ya boy
Last thing you wanna do is go and piss me boy
Get the picture boy
Fuck ho's get richer boy
Keep one eye open for the snitcher's boy
That bullet proof vest want protect ya' boy
I got a chopper in the trunk that a wet 'cha boy
You better pray and hope God don't forget 'cha boy
Fucking with me
Trick Daddy comes in after 4th fucking with me to say:
Don't fuck around and let 'em get 'cha boy
Silly bitch is fuckin me
Suckin fuck in you
Suck and fucked my whole crew
So whatsa a nigga 'posed to do
See all my dogs is gettin cheese
Rollin D'd
They got them thangs from seventeen
Straight from overseas
Na show me shit I neva seen
Fullfill all my dreams
I put her down
They gimme cream
Na I'm on they team
Know what I mean
I'm representin
Realizin somthin missin
I'm on a mission
Want a million under these conditions
Which is
Marble tubs and gold dishes
The baddest bitches
AK's fo my protection
Gotta gaurd my riches
I want the latest trends
The newest Benz
To rule his friends
To fly a plane wont be no thang then
Mosquino fo all my hoes
From draws to robes
Valet parked around like Benz I steal the whole show
They got the Trick again
I wantsta fuck they friend
Suck that pussy then fuckin beat that pussy in
She suckin fuckin me
Wanna fuck my whole crew
I'm thinkin like yo though
What's tha bitch supposed to do
One day niggaz gon learn
How hoes really work
Lil silly jerk
Done got ya feelings hurt
Now was it worth
All that agony agony
Gettin mad at me
About ya boo
But she fuckin me suckin Trick and lickin you
And doin my crew
So whatch gon do bout it
Huff and puff jump bad
Nigga I doubt it
Aint hard to fade
Get ya shit split real quick
Nigga you bitchmade
Done fell in love scared of the truth
And if you only knew
She's doin it do it like the screw
Na see
She's tha type a girl ya die for
And when you dead
I'll be the type of guy she lie down for
And spread them legs
And gimme head
Show me all the kinky things she do
While you R.I.P. she's throwin it back thinkin bout you
Now when I'm through
Pass through my crew
She like it wit two
Or three or four
A lil gang bang with a low class hoe
She suckin fuckin me
I really thought you knew
She wanted to fuck my crew
Now what you wanna do
See all my bitches got anotha nigga
And all my niggaz got anotha bitch
But why these niggaz are suggest to get these bitches rich
I buy em shit
Half the time
Hell I line shit
Every hoes a lying bitch
Sometimes they even find shit
Ya bitch is beepin me
My bitch is beepin you
And when we hop fucked up gonna fuck
We beat these bitches too
These bitches hard at first
But then they fall in
Dont ya know they call me the freaky freak of all freaks
I break these bitches down
I make these hoes change
I sell these hoes game
Fuck with theese bitches brains
Have em wanna leave they man
Kick em out and move me in
Juice them niggaz and they plan be to bring bread
She's one of the baddest bitches
Animal she's off tha chain
See she's hard to tame
And aint gon change
Nigga don't wreck ya brain
Over no dame
Who pullin trains
And runnin game
See I know these hoes
And what they for
Nigga it's all the same
From these slimy sluts
And mangy mutts
They suck and fuck
For one quick buck
And turn around and set you up
And shit
She suckin fuckin me
Dont give a fuck about you
She wanted to fuck my crew
Sns / Roland (Featuring Deuce Poppi, Tre+6)
All aboard!!!
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
[Hook]
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
S-N, S-S-N-S
We sendin' this to all you (All you)
So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop)
This is the funk (That funk) it's something new (Uh-huh)
We sendin' out this message to
[Money Mark]
All the pretty little young and sexy women
And they great-great grandma's love they way we are
Make them shake they body, bodies
It's the number one clique who love to party
We from the bottom, M-I-A
Came to have a ball and y'all, it's okay
Money Mark and the S-N-S, we don't play
No day, no way, WHAT YOU SAY?
[J.V.]
I got my eye on a victory that'll take my crew down in history (Huh!)
[C.O.]
S-N-S so fresh so clean, and can't none of y'all fuck wit my team
Anything less than that, it's just a dream
We gotta be sittin' on top ya'know wha'I mean
Y'all done slipped so we slidin' in
We sellin' records like Goofy trapped again
Bet yo ass this shit won't stop
You know C.O. got shit on lock (Huh)
Big boy takin' over the block
Got kids on the curb goin' (Bop, bop...)
[Deuce Poppi]
Now hold up, wait a minute
Let me get a lil' gangsta wit it
Can you pig and pop the Belve
And swig your jaw rap out we live it
Poppi gon' get it, seven digits
Seats in the six coupe made of lizards
And we won't stop like puffin' it
Whether it's crack or rap hustlin'
Cuz we drop the hits that'll funk the hardest
Radio gon' play this regardless
S-N-S, bust like an SKS
Betta ask somebody who the best (Yes)
[Hook]
[Trick Daddy]
Call me - Rosco, Peeko Tran
And I come through in that seven tre thang (Uh-huh)
Play wit us, spray the damn thang
See down here that's an e'eryday thang
It's guns and greens on dub dukes
Cop deuces half price from the boosters
See thugs wasn't big enough
You wanted beef wit the thugs, but the club wasn't big enough
All the G's to the V.I.P.
Hoes follow along right after me
It's - SNS in this bitch
Matter fact, I be the best in this shit
Put me on your next remix
Now count the spins that you get (Uh-huh)
See shit get crazy dogg
I'm takin' this shit way back to the eighties y'all
We're packed in jumbo jets
Line it up, the boy bought to bring it back
For
[Hook x2]
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah..
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of B's,
cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again - this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein
Heh, but I'm the man for this
While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this
Locked up, makin plans for this
Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this
Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit
Shut up!
Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+
I been real, been rich, been had this shit
Big Benz, big house and shit
That's right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me
Miss Trina don't play with me
Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me
You need a grand just to speak to me
Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me?
Okay, you better be fo' sho'
Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo'
Okay, you can ball with me
Since you got a hot knot spend it all with me
Okay, y'all know what's up
Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up!
This goes out to my niggeroles
and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up
C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+
So when I come through bitch show me love
If you bout that flow, then raise it up
You got that funk, then blaze it up
I got two mo's of them phat hoes,
late night and I ready to bust
Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say
Okay, come widdit
Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'
Me and Money Mark been done hit it
Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?
Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C
Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me
Shut up!
Lay down, playboy what's up
What about the slugs in your head and your gut
What's up with the keys to the truck
Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut
What's up with the safe, what the combo
Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation
What's up wit'cha Haitian
Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin
What's up, where you store the D?
I ain't found shit but a quarter ki
Nigga ya better not be playin me
You gon' bleed to death, you understand me?
Whassup, are you ready to go?
You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'?
What's up fuck nigga say somethin
Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin
Gun play, how I got the stripes
2-4-K turned out the lights
Gun play, how I got the stripes
[Trick Daddy]
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Seminole niggas, Bal Harbour, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox
Wynnwood niggas, Richmond Heights, Homestead niggas,
Florida City niggas, Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
South Miami niggas, Opa Locka niggas
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right
Verse 1: (Trick)
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, Fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy I'm a powder head
X-man, X-cons
I got the boys all way from Marathon to West Palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You wanna hard
I guess I'll burn it then
(Trick Daddy Hook):
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
(Repeat)
Verse 2: Trina
I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ring blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
Cause I'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
Silen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple X rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
(Trina Hook):
It's Miss Trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
(Repeat)
[Trick Daddy]
New York niggas
DC niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga
Verse 3: Deuce Poppito
I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like Krypts and Bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strio in a tinted drop
And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of Dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray the God that boat carryin' that coke don't sink, what
(Deuce Hook):
It's Deuce Poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Whassup, holla nigga
(Repeat)
This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)
You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on
Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh?
My lifestyle's quite complicated
I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated
I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me
But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me
If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me
But the devil leaves me only a few choices
I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all niggaz don't hear me
See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these niggaz
go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)
I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga
So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?
I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line
get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed
So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em
Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never never know
You never know, you never know that
know that.. (know that..)
And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit
Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have
if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it
I wanted things my momma couldn't afford
And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty
it made me even want it more
But now the police got the spot hot
Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine
And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse
is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team
I heard how bad them boys really want me
But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back
And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em
Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life
I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause
(One murder comin right up)
Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
And wearin wires around they collars
Yo, y'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya
And I declare war on any pussy boy
And tell his momma his son a whore
Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for
See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan
And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man
I was just a law-abidin citizen
And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck
of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya
And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance
So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em
The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
(I thought all our problems were over)
Westcoast, we're not suppose to know better
I suppose we just suppose to let this shit happen, huh?
You mother fuckers done lost y'all mind
Y'all done bumped y'all mother fuckin head
Now there's got to be somethin done bout all this shit that's occurrin
I don't like it
I don't like it one mother fuckin bit
Free me
I've been captured by some demons
They drainin my blood
Taken samples of my semen
Got the nerve to call me crazy
Tappin all my telephones
Questioning my lady's
But I trained them every summer
Hope to ball and never fumble
Survive in the jungle
It stinks like Stevie Wonder
Rainy days, I'll be the thunder
No carma and no drama
So I gots to ask my mama
Yo, why Kenny left me starvin
Didn't daddy do his part?
She explained she had a heart
She did all that she could do; She kept her faith in god
(Its Hard)
You better run nigga
Do ya thang nigga
Get off a chain nigga
Cause you's a free nigga
Run nigga
Thang nigga
Chain nigga
(What)
I'm holding in my hand an original copy of the emancipation proclamation
Much to my dismay I noticed that Lincoln forgot to sign it
And that means technically I'm still a slave and you're still a slave owner
I rest around the roudy bout it g niggas
And niggas who wanna be known as thugs
Livin the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs
But ain't no love when they spray
Pray for them everyday
Cause they kill ya dead and take ya bread if you play with they late
To my dismay my niggas ain't no thugs
They some slaves tryin to runaway to a better day
And anything in they way, they gonna crush it
But if ain't about that flow then don't discuss it
Plopin and pumpin we off the chain and disgusted
Willin to die for anything, and that's official
Without or with you, pistol be government issued
With the scrached off word so the Tre would be observed
We serve, L-Ron fuckin with nerve
See no like myself
See I hear no, speak no, see no evil
Except for them demons that be by lookin like everyday people
Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my nine milli {WHAT} bang
But na that never was my skillo, Funk Boogie mostly just be like chillen
Dealin wit these crooked villains, standin ready like Freddie
Tryin to whoop a nigga for somethin
That's why I'm on the rock so for sure they gets nothin
Except a nigga asscrack, kiss it, runaway slave, that's the click
We set you free nigga, break yourself from the clinch
Samba bring dead ain't got shit to live for
Talkin bout you real how you killed so
Scared to death, shakin like a dildo
Find something to live for
It's sad to see you with that slave mentality
Let me set you free, come follow my cracks ain't no lookin back
Better run like hell, for sure you'll end up dead, don't bump your head
Man I'm bout to make right for you and me
To my ghetto children, Be Free
See how life's suppose to be
Run nigga
What
Thang nigga
What
Chain nigga
What
(It's over)
Run nigga
What (it's over)
Thang nigga
What (it's over)
Chain nigga
What (it's over)
(Nigga we runaway slaves)
Hey wut dat is? You hey, you hear dat shit
Damn dogg, I know it ain't what I think it is
Hey man, hey hey, you selling Trick Daddy CD's?
Yes, no no no no
So wut is that?
Salsa Madenga
Fuckin' Latin
Ohh, Madenngee
So, no Trick Daddy?
No, no Trick Daddy
Do you like Trick Daddy?
So you not selling Trick Daddy?
Okay, good, good my friend, good
Good god, a ha ha
Yo Trick I think we done did it again man (
of course, of course)
Miami's finest, T Double D (haha haha)
Y'all know who we be
I wanna be your homie, your homie, love, and friend
I wanna be your boy that you holla at night on the weekends (ooh baby)
I wanna be the 'G' that your girlfriends brag about, that's what talkin' bout
Ohhh girl come and let me show you what a thug's about
I ain't the type of nigga, who get a little bit of cheddar
And start hanging on the beach and think he better than the next nigga (next nigga)
Though I'll prolly go to Bay Harbor about Gucci, Louis, or Prada
For my wife son or daughter, yeah (wife, son, or daughter)
They gon talk about us, you should expect that
Look at them bitches, they broke, they can't afford this
They still livin' with they momma and they wonder why niggaz fuck em'
And won't do nothin' for 'em
Pump ya brakes lil' mama, some are down to bitch
Stay out my face if you ain't got shit good to say
And my wife don't like ya (don't like ya)
Matter of fact when she see ya, she might wanna fight ya
Ho, I tried to keep it real witcha' (keep it real witcha)
But by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya
Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga
Deal wit' 'em and I wanna chill witcha
Now you ain't neva had a stunna
You ain't neva had a gunna
You ain't neva had a dirty ass gangsta motherfucker
Now you glad you did
First you was scared
Poppin champagne bottles, go on take a swig
You see this life I live is for the real and not the fake
So when we walk the streets girl I'll make ya feel safe (huh)
I know you lovin how I'm thuggin all dayyy
Your momma hate me but she thank me when the rent payyyed
Say my name and watch how ya friends act
I got a brother and a cousin they can get at
First you was shuddered wit niggaz that get in trouble
Then I got you in the cover no other did it so betta
Tropical colors on ya dresses impresses me
I ain't worryin' about yo 'exes' come flex with me
YEEE!! Girl what's gooood
You lookin' for love and now you found it in the hooood
You see the problem is
You accept too many promises (too many promises)
And you subject yourself, where you can't help yourself
But I'm here to help (I'm here to help), so tell the busta to step
And baby have no fear cuz "Thug Life" is here
And I got a remedy for you to get replenished in
But hot showers, clean towels, and a double hennessey
And I hope you got plenty energy
Cuz' when K-9 these felines, shit gets finicky (whoa, haha)
Anyways, I got plenty ways, to make ya stay
But Im'a keep it straight, it's better that way
I'm better gettin' wetter that way
And I'm bigger than ya last, and we gon' need "Magnum"
In fact I'm ready right now (right now)
We can get butt naked and I'll hit it right now (right now)
But we homies, so let's stay homies (stay homie)
Conversation only
Thug holiday, go ahead you can cry it's alright baby
Everything gone be gravy later, that's right
This the time when we take time to remember
All the loved ones we lost in the struggle you know
I dedicate this to my brother Hollywood, Toby, Bam
My dog Itchy and Lil Trav, I dedicate this to the struggle
Everybody in the county jail, state penn, check it out
If it wasn't for bad luck, hell I guess that a nigga wouldn't have none
But when I think about it, what would I be without my gun
How could I, get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldn't run
And why was I given a daughter when I always prayed for a son
Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing
I've been waiting on freedom to ring hell but ain't a thang changed
And I lost my brother in the struggle, and then he lost his mother
And I was thinking if I lose mine, who's gone raise my brother
Not to be a thug, stay in school, don't use drugs
Who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love
So I pray for the better days, face the bomb had a run-a-ways
And, I put my guns away and I pray for peace on Sundays, it's crazy ain't it
Just like the soldiers, that ain't coming home this year
Just like the fellas, in prison, we miss you so much for real
What about the children, who ran away, that ain't coming home today
Well here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most a thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
Here go one for, all these killings and all these conflicts in religion
See the Muslims, Jews and Christians but know they are all God's children
There's only, one him, plus ain't none of y'all confronting him
So blind in our own minds we wouldn't even know God if 'we was in front him'
And, I read your books know all your remixes to the Bible
What about a verse for the thugs, a cure for drugs and survival
Let's add some chapters nameed Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan
In all my history books, only one died was the Americans
And, that's point of my, who's responsible for Vietnam
And, hold on there's more, we had two World Wars
And, how come the judges make more than the teachers is making
When they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education
Life is crazy ain't it
So many tears, through out the years
Somebody tell me what's going on
And so many lives, but only God knows
About the pain deep inside
It gets so hard, you got to keep your head up
I know you're fed up, but stay strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
Cause when them thugs really need it the most, thug holiday
Just like em, just like em, just like em, a thug holiday -
This is for my people in the ghetto
I'm calling out, calling out
To all my thugs in the ghetto
Calling out, calling out
It gets hard sometimes, but you
Got to keep your head up, and be strong
Here's a message from coast to coast
phone ringing
hello
crying
girl whats wrong calm down
girl he he ...
slow down slow down slow down calm down slow down slow down slow down
he didn't call me
who din't call you
he wont call me
who wont call you slow down down
trick trick
trick
yeah i keep callin him
you fucked trick i told you not to fuck dat nigga
why he wont call me
he got dat double dosage shit don't do dat
girl im feignin for it girl
girl see thats what i am trying to tell you
it got me it took me a year to get ova mine
cause it was so long
it was so long it was so long
i know girl i know guess what ima
call him right know for you
okay tell him tell hime to call me
ima call him right know ima call him right now
don't worry bout a thing i got you
phone hangs up
fuck that ima call dat nigga fa me
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
These are the days
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
Me and my team (out there livin our dream)
Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come)
Look how far we come (doin what we love)
Doin what we love (cause these are the days)
(ballin, we gon' hold on)
And I remember back in the days, if you ain't like a nigga
You let him know, then you asked for a fave
And then he coulda got a head up
Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up
And everybody gon' know about it
Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho' about it
Cause everybody done lost one
But don't come home cryin unless your ass mind another one
And your ass better fight back
And you bet' not run and let it get back to mom
Cause, daddy ain't made no punks (uh-uh)
And, momma ain't raised no chumps (no way)
So, go 'head for what you know
Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it goes
Cause tomorrow we'll be best of friends
Never ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon
Now leave the guns and the crack and the knives alone
It's, T-Double on the microphone, and I can
see trouble right in front your home
Far as the kid's concerned, let him live and learn
And let him grow to be older than us
Teach him more than gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups
And slow up, hold that drinkin just a little bit
And when they wanna get high, just let 'em hear this
And let 'em hit it 'til they OD
Cause when they sober up, they gon' love and respect us
Now we havin mo' doctors, lawyers
Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea explorers
C'mon
These are the days, Lord these are the days
These are the days (these are the days) Lord these are the days
(for the thugs)
Whatever happened to the momma and daddy jokes
And why you cuss so much, right in front of these old folks
That lady about seventy-five years old
That's twice my age, and fo' times yours
I know momma taught you better than that
Believe stuff like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack
Always hollerin about child abuse and child neglect
Where the hell did you get that?
Shit the last time I checked
You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for that
And it happened right there where it went wrong
Part one's now, part two's at home
So from now on, it's yes ma'am or no sir
Put that behind you, questions and answers
Followed by thank you or no thanks
Or father may I be excused without bein rude
Hold on, so this here should teach you a lesson y'know
Kids, y'know listen to your teachers at school and
Parents, need to pay attention to your kids at home
Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a child abuser
Child neglecter, where e'rybody nobody call HRS on us
Beat they lil' bad ass when they get out of line
That's what my momma did - fo' sho'
Ain't nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin
The swellin gon' go down and the bleedin gon' stop
But your ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that
Until the day a nigga D I E I'll be forever thuggin', baby
Ever [Incomprehensible] these bitches love it, baby
Still got the chron son, I used to be a drug dealer
X-men, Ex-con, forever thug nigga
Around here we smoke a bitch I still book 'em heavy
'Cuz I bought that Benz
That don't mean I sold my Chevy
I love my seven-trey, I talk to 'em everyday
I ride around 'em cool, I walk by 'em yesterday
I'm from the southwest, where niggas drive Chevy's at
Come through with that bullshit, my niggas don't gonna handle dat
I fuck with no bustas, my game is straight must-a
So if you fuckin' with us, we'll hit you up with K Cutters
I feels no niggas but I pitch no hittas
Throw curve balls at they ass, they gonna watch 'em, go get 'em
I'm now the coo guy up the street, up the block from 'em
I used to up my glocks on 'em, then take they blocks from 'em
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
C O, betta known as Mr. Piscopo
Pull out my dick and piss on hoes
In ya face while I spit these flows
Like you ain't know, nigga we kick down doors to get that dough
Hit your hoes, bend your doors, smoke your dough
And we gonna get mo'
For sho', you know dat cheddar make it betta
And it's thug life forever, and we all in dis togetha
Like dun-a, dun-a
Nigga dem rags to riches
Wit' your boy C O Money Mark, T double D, so bitch don't go
So nigga rolls, so every motha fucka get down the floors
Get away from all your doors and your windows
'Cuz a nigga done passed wit' a .44
And Im'a let it go like boom
Betta break ya-self, I can't take myself
But killa, nigga, won't have to make myself
And I'll come to ya wake myself
I won't send no dogs, no friends, no loot
No fool, no car, no clothes, no suit
Just a note that say, he through, now, now thanks to you
Me and Tre gotta make up for these times lost
We bout' that cash, we on that ass
So let them 9's off
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
So mutha-fucking sicka, stupid hoes and fuck niggas
Snitches and bitches, yo, hold on I'm gon' kill 'em
And I'm just chillin' bustas, she fought for me to keep 'em
So I just peep 'em, lay back and I book my reefa
I'm a thug nigga, so ya know I gots to keep my pistols
I got the choppers that I'll bring it down and won't miss ya
You want a nigga that gives a fuck about a bitch
Unless you sucking the fucking ho and tryin' to get rich
I need a bitch that can ball a nigga out
Who can shoot a nigga best, a bitch about stacks ho
All this complaining ho, bitch about that
Ever since I hold a Benz, bitch be all in my face
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life and y'all still with me
When my niggaz and bitches go from rags to riches
It'll be thug life again, so ride with me
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Nigga this is thug shit, that's all I represent
You don't believe me, ask them niggas, I bets they love this
Thug life again, so ride wit me
whoa now bitch,yah fill me whoa now.peace an if dont like well than shit on u.
Freaky deaky, Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe
Yeah, and that nigga, J.T. Motherfucker check it out
See I'm a pimp, you motherfuckers better know
'Cause when I find out my bitch ain't shit I MIGHT let her go
'Cause a ho gon be a ho, nigga that's in the game
So all you niggas that be taking them out and buying thangs
That's less I got to do plus that bitch fed
I get her for half of everything plus some of that smokin' head
So what the fuck? You'se a duck. Nigga spend your flow
See I know you just want to say you fucked my ho
But that ain't shit 'cause I ain't never been a sucker
I'll let you have that hoe, nigga I bet you I can still fuck her
Better recognizer, I'm the bitch-izer
Next time you see your hoe your bitch'll have her thighs up
On a flick with this dick off inside her
Show you how to ride her
I'll make that pussy wider
You marks ain't got nathan for me
I'll make your baby mama leave you and tell you she love me
So who's the motherfucking man now?
You can never outdo me dawg and never understand why
This goes deeper than just dollars and cents
You keep breaking off them hos and that money keeps getting spent
'Cause I'm a pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Yes sir, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Yes, I'm a pimp pimp, come on say it!
You a pimp baby, You a pimp baby
One more time, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp
What is this shit about you on the rag?
You wants to lag in my pad with my cash before I get that ass, ya dig?
You think I'm bluffing
Let me catch you cuffing
BITCH!
I won't stand for this bullshit
Now while you blinkin ho I'm thinkin
Pretty Tony's thinking
Now I'm yo people get that bank and ho from here to Macon
Other creeps can't compete with this pimp in me
I'm chaufered round In this '97 photo fleet
peep
My chunky sable
Read the label
I'm getting bread out you bitches 'cause I'm able
You got me looking like a million bucks
Turning tricks suckin up dicks and lickin hella nuts
'Cause I'm the real
Ain't no need for you to bill me
I'm already hot
Get the cash out that ass I'm that type of guy
I introduced you to these fucking streets
Gave you a PHD
So 'fuck you mean you don't need me?
I'll break your neck hoe
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
Hell yea, 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
That's right 'cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!
You's a pimp baby, You's a pimp baby
Hell yeah, 'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby
If you see me walking down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off my ass, a Class A pimp
And I walk with this gangsta ass limp
Some call me sir Trick, or even mack baby
I got these girls down south going Trick Crazy
Now come take a walk with your future mack
So we can discuss all our future plans
This is my lady never disrespect her
Or your sure to get fucked up
If you see me with another ho
Baby just let it go
'Cause it aint worth getting your neck broke
Bitch, I'm wearing the pants, I'm the law man
Just put your money in my gotdamn hand
'Cause I'm your pimp, pimp, now let me hear you say it
Latoya Edwars
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!
You're my pimp baby, You're my pimp baby
Yes sir, I am yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
Pimpin hoes ain't dead,
My eyes is red mother fucker
Smoking trees and B's
I got many hoes on they knees
From pittsburgh to mexico
I got all kinda hos Nigga
You better recognize and realize
Real game aint no thang
It's just a new thang
I feel like I'm too hard to die man,
I feel like I can't see faded, you know?
I feel like can't no nigga fade me.
I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to walk the earth and shit,
you know what I'm saying?
Blaaah!
Steady comin got you runnin for your damn life
I'm busting shots with this glock, nigga act right
You crossed this nigga how you playin I'm a naughty head
The last bitch got 4 shots to the head
I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete
Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat.
There was no motive for the murder on the straight tip
And all you can seen was blood and brains every damn where
So I refuse to shoot a nigga in his stomach or his face or his forehead (killa!)
Kill-a-head and the body dead
Come down, your best bet is to sport a vest
nevertheless
I'm leaving a mess
Nigga, fuck your chest
Hollow points leaving brains on the front seat
Fuck with me and I'mma set you free nigga
Pop my trunk check out my funk
Nothing but pumps,
Leave that ass smelling like raw conch
You coochie niggas playing with it you gon get shitted
Metro wants to know who did it
Now aint nobody rapping to the fucking cops
And if they do we coming back for 'lick them blood clots
We killing bitches not to mention snitches everyday
The 9 glock triple platinum in the MIA
Kill-a-head and the body dead
The graveyeard is my home
Tombstones and bones
Murder weapons is the case now don't hearse my bone
Headhunting is my hobby who the victim be
And who's next on my everyday headless spree
My gravedigger got a fade with a nappy top
Now I'm a fool and a freak for them dreadlocks
Quick to pull a trigger cuz that's all I know
Robbing creeps raping hoez and just slanging dope
I got my masters in disaster
I'm like Andrew kick in your door at your hoe mad, your dawg too
I'm new in town your aint heard man Jason Lee
Satisfied to his ass I had him begging please
I went to hell now I'm back and I'm hellafied
Took over down there made the devil cry
I'm a bad motherfucker with a bad rep
I got a trophy in my mouth for every bitch I killed
I killed my wife and my kids, my parents too
I killed my posse and my friends, I'm after you
I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man
What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again
Kill-a-head and the body dead
I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing thangs
Time served only out a few months, associated with birds
They wanna plot, but I got bad nerves
Peep, milli 14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
It's grounds missing who did it? I'mma deal with it
So 'fuck I care about your shawty?
Nigga you been naughty
You skipped town with two pounds of my doo-doo brown
Naw nigga how you playing I done counted that
You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
My cuban friend want his ends
Instead of you flipping the dividends straight to me and him you cop a benz
Silly rabbit you dont started stabbing, now I got to let you have it
Rapid-fire from my automatic
You left me stuck so now you out of luck
'Cause you done fucked my credit up
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Coochie nigga what fuck another minute you won't get to spend it
I'm licking shots like a dread, bitch, Kill-a-head
Verse 1:
I got me a girl, my little pearl. Cause when I met her she changed my whole world!
But what I've seen out there, it ain't fair, all those beautiful honeys with long luscious hair.
I just wanna call'm, be ball'n, Show em' the shit that I'm haul'n
Bring home the bitches, take off their britches, fuck them and my girl like mad wicked witches!
Show em' a good time, break out the wine, cause fuck'n two girls would be so fine!
Chorus:
It's not a phenomenon! Two girls is all I want! In a menage a trois! Fucking like "Ooh La La!"
Verse 2:
Lay em' on the bed, at the foot and the head, I want to fuck em' hard til their faces turn red
Give me some, let em' cum, nice and slow like ooh yum yum!
I'll lick some clit, and suck some tits, while one of ya'll deep throats my dick.
I hope you want, my dick in your cunt, cause I'm gonna hit that with my funk.
Chrous: Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that's my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Trick Daddy
I used to be a polo kid
who would of thought of all the stupid shit that I did
I used to sport it talk about it
that's the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it
Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my ass
thug nigga going back to the basic
and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated
but first off this is T double
when I hitya with them k cutters
you turn bout three colors
gon and get your big brother I don't care
I'm dade county major slash player
hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up
time for war now be a boy what's the hold up
a new candiate for the thug of the year
I'm the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters
Chrous: repeat 2x
Rick Ross
You know it's your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius
and we getting it
sitting on serious inches
we dem niggas smoking coco and serious vison
(at the door) bouncers don't touch us
they know once ounces go up they hold up
and know what
I drink cris let it bubble back
I'm leaning on double stack ready to snap
Trick already know yall ain't ready for us
we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug
I can let yall lay in the mud
I battle you partner
a spotter that's hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up
keep your glocks up you can't stop us
true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets
in truly didited or god got us
Chrous: repeat 2x
Trick Daddy
Some of these ho's think I'm manish
go head ask me were I got my manners
bitch ask your mamie
I slap a bitch in minute
seen it twice already ho I muthafucking mean it
plus d bout big money get honey lauging
that six hundred still running
so what's the cause mayham or murder
who is the killer shit I'll kill ya
got money so I'll make it in court
plus I'ma thug nigga and I'll never get caught
bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks
plus my glock gon take this shit on top
this ain't no muthafucking hang out
we don't eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house
this is thug life not a citcom
plus we got big guns ready for change now
Chrous: repeat 2 -end
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
Trick Daddy feat. Cee-Lo
'Dro in the Wind
[talking]
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too... see!
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!)
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Oooooooooh!
Oooooooooh!
[repeat Chorus]
Whassup little man, what's wrong wit'chu?
Why you lookin so sad - what's wrong?
Man, I went to school today
and the teacher said I couldn't be no rapper
Say what? Why she tell you that?
She told me I had to be somethin, that's more realistic
like I could actually be, like a construction worker or somethin
Man, construction workers ain't realistic man
You can't be out there done sawin all day, boy it's hot out there
Man, just keep on goin to school, get your education
That way, you can be anything you WANT to be
I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song
I bet you'll love it (I just wanna sing) yeah yeah yeah
(I-I ain't askin for much)
Well go 'head then
I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song
I bet you'll love it (I ain't askin for much)
Listen; I just wanna make music, I just wanna verse or two
In fact, man, I wanna be a rapper too
And I could probably sing the blues
Cause I got problems too, plus I growed up in the projects too
Well can you put me on your soundtrack?
Cause I got a good theme song that Betty Right could probably sing on
Yo, I just want a chance at stardom
I just wanna be more than a thief or robbin
Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat
and get it done all in less than a week
And make it clean for the radio, so the kids could watch the video
Yo, but y'all don't hear me doe
Man, I just want a crack at it
If I fail I'll be back, cause I refuse to be a crack addict
I wanna prove the critics wrong
What started off with a poem done turned it into a song
Now I'ma sing it for you
Listen to me! I wanna be a legend one day, that way
I can be put in the same category with Barry White and Marvin Gaye
And have a tribute dedicated to me
Sell platinum records and win Grammys so that the world can see
you could be anything that you want to be
Play sports or make music, just put your mind to it
And yo, I ain't the typical 'American Idol'
But when I'm done, I'm sure the boy Simon'll like me
Everybody can't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem
e'rybody can't sing
But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods
somewhere right in the hood, plus
Yo you ain't never seen a, meaner team
of tennis players than Venus and Serena
So, it's people like that that helped people like me
And they gave me the courage to sing, so I'ma sing it for ya
I wanna do commercial and TV shows
I wanna blow and sell records like the BeeGees sold
And I don't really need a chaffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook
Just a vacumn cleaner and coasters
And I can cook and clean for myself - with the right promo team
I feel, I can really do big things, and
I could probably write me a book
With all the stuff I got to tell 'em, it's got to be a best seller
And it's way deeper than a Coke and a smile
Why go to schools when the teachers ain't helpin us out?
My art teacher drive a Benz but he ain't bein artistic
I got music second period but the class won't listen
I wanna sing
So, to all the kids
All the mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of the world
Y'know? Our kids need encouragement
We need a reason, y'knahmsayin?
Let's show 'em somethin, let's give 'em somethin to look forward to
So all you teachers that ain't doin your job, y'all step aside
Cause I got a little brother and sister that's gon'
grow up one day and be a teacher, and she gon' actually TEACH somethin
Y'know? She gon' make it worth comin to school y'know?
It's deeper than free lunch now
I just wanna sing
I used to be just like you
Our father who art in heaven
Thank you Lord
Lord thank you Lord
That's right
Y'all could stand up and rejoice now
We about halfway through the road
We got about another hundred years to go
Thats for sure
God is good thats right God is good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time
No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord I hope you're hearing me
This goes out to the lonely streets
And all my brothers sick of crying yall
I got a letter from my nigga in prison
He said he shooked them and its
Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit
All he needed was a couple pictures
And a few dollars
That way he ain't have to worry about borrying
From a nigga
Told me to check on his old girl
Make sure its all good
For her and the kids
But hell I already did
And then he asked me about his shorty
I hate he asked me about his shorty
Cause its been some years since I saw him
Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror
And ever since the days he's been gone
She's kinda trapped in a storm
But he goes on and on about when he gets home
And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong
Put him right back where he started at
But he ain't snitched
So he feels them that niggaz in his click
They ought to pay for that
He did his time day for day without turning snake
Cause real OG's don't even take pleas
See when I pray I pray for everybody
I pray that God bless America
That way these terrorist can't tear us up
But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things
And the bottom line is
We gotta set examples for the kids
We first ought to teach em love
Cause these days us niggaz got
Too much hatred installed in us
The radio and TV they just can't get enough
This great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough
But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa
The Lord ain't brought me that far
Just to drop me off here
Y'all keep arguing about religions
While y'all referring to y'all old books of the bible
Y'all all out to miss the last bus to heaven
See everybody gonna wait
Aint gonna do be no fighting, no pushing, no cussing
Nope not at the gate
Cause everybody gonna meet there
Niggaz you ain't even like in your first life
They gonna walk by you and speak
No matter no matter no matter
How hard I cry how hard I cry
Oh no matter how hard I cry
Ooh Yea
Even and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies
Invest some money stay together in heaven
I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me
And its gonna feel so good seeing them together
So I'm sending my deepest condolences
To those who lost family members
To the hands of the men that befriend us
Y'all remember we all in this together
But whosever ain't forgiving
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like
that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Buddy Roe
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Chorus
Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Chorus
Ho Ho Ho
Chorus with variation untill the end
* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
This gangsta livin, weavin dope dealin, oh how it's changed
It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes
This nigga needs no introductions
I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit
See T-Double known for startin problems but
K-cutter be the problem solver, if I
sell you a book nigga stick it
Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper
I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh)
But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga
All I wanna know is
Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is
I heard papi got them freighters
Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em
The dope game's just too overrated
And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers to R&B; singers
Before the mic's on, you was already singin
It's just a song was a big hit
He named me and his bitch on the remix
And to hell with bein a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin
And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz
I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz
And I ain't leavin no witnesses
And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses
See I know how to control my Hennessy
I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on
So y'all go on and bob your head to the song
Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone
I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds
They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke
They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke
I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me
to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out
So our father, who art in heaven
It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird
Fo' what, so you can smoke it up?
Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up?
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare
With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself
Yall niggas keep fuckin around
Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop fuckin wit me
I hit the clown in the dirt
Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
The first nigga quick to get it first
Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse
I aim it at ya hat when I burst
If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first
And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
Slap that bitch on the third
Nigga done caught wit a slurr
Cant see shit but a blurr
Crank up that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve
Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
I aint gone let u die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man
And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin
Yall mutha fuckers better run cuz we got bombs
Plus we got guns that take off arms
Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who aint feelin' this rhyme
And ain't feelin' this vibe
To many niggas goose neckin my ride
But okay my A.K fully
Yall niggas watch how u step to me
And yall young niggas back the fuck up
And don't make me act the fuck up
Cuz it al' be another war
I'll kill every mutha fucker that yall know
Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
Now I ain't claim to be a saint
And no got damn serial killer
I just wanna know my nigga what made u disrespect a nigga
What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya
Been got my B's got my cheese
Fuck nigga u dont play wit a G'
Cock back aim and squeeze
Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
My Ol' girl didnt raise no bitch
U outta line I'll kill u bitch
Not put that shit on my chick
Man I pull bout 26 bitches
Gotta perk shit 26 inches
On the concrete nigga
Gotta lace on the concrete nigga
At least when I rap a lot
Break down hoes in the trap a lot
Fuck nigga I got crypt for days
Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade
305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe
Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
Then u gone cop some candy shit
Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it
Spray ya ass like a job from (?)
Came here to suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick
Aye,aye yall suck ass niggas keep playin wit me
Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
Start bussin makin mutha fuckers lay in the streets
All cuz of what a nigga say on the beat
Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
But I know most niggas aint built like that
Just know old niggas get killed like that
U dont wanna fuck around wit Tip like that
Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
Niggas wanna talk shit and cock duce
Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
So u can run high and tell lies if u want to
form the south to the bottom,
it's the brand new trick
(M.I.A., down south, yo yo college park)
and if u never been down south before
we bout to show yall how we ridin (get up, get up)
so where ever u from (yea)
(let's lets go)
be like down south show a lil change
for the gurls in the club that be shakin that thang
and the got the young playas comin up wanna run things
yall see them gurls when they in them g-strangs
now everybody wanna be down wit da south
(now everybody wanna be down wit da south)
now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south
(now everybody tryin 2 get down wit da south) cuz
in the club, (in the club)
all them gurls that be shakin in the club
in da club, (in the club)
all the thugs they be playin in the club
(ooooooooooh)
yo I'm from the state where the sun shine
where the women are pretty and they so fine
where the dudes are rude but they so cool
listen, good weather is better for a good fella
and every ride will probably be on 22's or 24's on T-0's
and you know like I know, we gon represent it everywhere we go
and every time we drop hits,
for hittin' everything we spit it gots to be the shit
so gimme a fresh white tee
a pair of preist jeans and some j's yall never seen
man I cant help but win
on heavy rotation
on all of your stations
down south takin over all of the charts
we jus got started and will not stop
You aint never seen a big ol' ass like this
and you aint never gon run across a badder bitch
Im Ms Trina, miami's finest
and you can ask your man who has the flyest
playas who millionares try to buy this
and I aint got shit to hide
I like to squat and ride
go front and back, side to side
bend me over show me what you holdin
and oh shit, now give it to me, gimme that big ol' dick
first suck me up, and then buck me up
go deeper, deeper, beat me, beat me,
lets make a sequel for the naked people
your whole click against my click
now shake that ass, shake that ass
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad
Kaine
here we come to fuck the whole floor
ying yang twins kickin in your door
scat like a rat when a cat comin out the house
dir-ty south
D-Roc
my bad we done did it again
trick daddy and the ying yang twins
if you dont know, let me fill you in
I hope you know we in it to win
you didnt know we the super friends
we done did another song again
so i just know its on again
we fonna put a joint to win
yall gonna get rolled over
like a bulldozer
I hope you know the game over
dade county the fullgest county
we still run these god damn streets
I dont think ima change
in 10 years ima be doin the same damn thang
Kaine
nigga fuck hoes
nigga do shows
nigga get in trouble uh oh
will i smoke if it aint dro
hell no playa so fuck no
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass, shake that ass,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
now shake that ass and make your baby daddy mad,
Could it be, you and me?
Could it be? (heh heh)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(fallin' in love heh heh)
Could it be, you and me? (for my thugs y'all, nigga)
Very sleek, gotta sneak,
peepin', creepin',
Turn it up my homeboy,
Tellin' lies, to the guys, like nigga I'm goin' home boy.
Hittin' the back streets, wanna see my boo.
Gotta gift for two, for you ,
And something for your mama too.
Thinkin' 'bout ya all day, in a thug way.
wanna hold you in my arms, lil' mama and i can't wait.
Tongue tied, bitch ain't lie,
She in love to the lil' guy, and ya know,
Showin love to the lil' guy.
Suckin', fuckin', touchin' one another,
On top of the covers.
Let's get some air up in this mutha fucka.
And she was callin' my name, and tellin' me thangs,
I can't explain.
So for ever we should always be together.(shit)
Sweet love, slow tongue kissin', and hugs.
I'm on a mission, wishin', kissin' that belly button.
She hum a song, that got me on.
And it won't be long before I reach the zone.
Move along, how ever long.
To eat the zone, pressure stones, when you reach that zone.
The bitch go home and leave them crooked bitches alone.
Make your kids, and your wife, and your whole life.
It'll be hard at first but hold tight.
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost in myself,
Cought up in my self, tryin' to keep it real,
But all that wilin' is costin' myself.
Could it be I'm scared of the love.
Y'all want a turn to get so scandalous
This thug nigga just can't handle this.
But the I neva met a girl that could role a philly like you
You could see I like you, when I kick my flow who feel it like you.
You was lookin all sexy when you got out yo ride
Checkin' out yo' thigh.
The dreams of a fine girl, I see out my eye,
She about yo' size.
Don't really seem like the type that'll really mutha fuck with drama,
So nigga done just put up with a little trauma, so it's me she seem to hona.
These other hoes don't get showed lately, me and her been hangin'.
Smokin', drankin', keepin' her shit tight,
swangin' all in a midnight bangin',
Never trippin', but I'm tippin', or just kickin' it with my dawgs.
We ball with them niggas tellin' me my nose been open,
Ever since I hit them drawls.
I tell them I'm still a pimp,
I don't really want ya but I just pretend.
Cuz I damn near kick it with you the same way I be trippin' out with them.
Trick Daddy won't rat on me, he told me, ÓTwista,
don't kick it how we get what, long as you handle your business, mistaÔ.
So I sit back and say, Ófuck itÔ pick up the phone and call my bitch up
Started thankin', is it all in the bud or am I fallin' in love.
(fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love,
fallin' in love, fallin' in love,)
(Could it be, you and me, you and me, could it be,
you and me, this that thug shit, what, say it.)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gettin' soft and just fallin' in love(am I fallin' in love, oh no)
Could it be that I'm lost,
Gotta change my life
Lord knows I aint livin right
Yall know i aint chillin right
Smokin out everyday and night
Gotta ease my mind
Gotta find time to rewind
Cause I'm fallin way behind
Me and my dogs we known to ride
Gotta watch my back
Represent for the soldier
Die couple years older
Have boulders, a lil soda
Get rich with a motive
Now shit done changed
Niggaz gunnin in the rain
On straight cocaine
And it aint no thang
Since the game in his arm
Straight aim at his arm
Gotta watch my back
Gotta stack my flow
Gotta pay my bills
Leave bread in the will
All to the old girl
See yall hoes betta chill
Now back to the game
Lotsa niggaa been dying for this
Done lost they lives to this
Got me on this survival some type of AK rider
Na I started with thug
A thug with a heart
Took a trip with some heart
Had a dude he was scarred
See his maom in the park
Tears dried up
Mom what's wrong (what's wrong)
Your son's gone
Is he ever comin back home
She said you straight young nigga
Take a look in tha mirror
I was there when you was gone
Now back to the streets
Where young niggaz like me
Gon do what we got to do
You aint nuttin without ya crew
Betta light in tha night and I'm thinkin bout you
In the bedroom tied uo
With ya mouthpiece wired up
Just shaped on tha floor
Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up
An see that's the truth
I done told my nigga this street shit aint a game
But it seem the same
Young nigga get slanged
For a lil bit a fame and cocaine
Try to do thangs
Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces
Thinkin riches gon take care snitches
And niggaz wit triggaz
Niggaz betta watch they back
Cuz the same time I'm tryin to speak to you and realease to you
Some shit ya need
Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you
speed to you
They callin in the gat
In the dunge with a guy
Ski mask and a vest
Let his heart do the rest
Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best
Yes, and gon die if ya buck
So get fucked right up
Come back if ya like
Bring ya gat if ya like
And get stacked if ya like
On ya back if ya like
All I neded was a chance
A MAC-10 and a benz
So I can clown with my friends
Show the world I'm a man
Then broke but those in the pen
When I'm off in the club
Much love for the thugs
See hennessy in the clubs
Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes
they love the thugs
Now bout dem hoes
Try to find them a man
That can pay they bills
And yes they can
Weight 28 grams
Take a tour of the land
Aint got no plan
They'll wait for a thug
Go give em a hug
Show em how to be loved
Then suck em up
Straight fuckin em up
Then get in his benz
Get with all his friends
Take all his ends
Then send him to the pen
Then do it all again
Amen
But lord forgive em
Have mercy on they're souls
For livin like hoes
And say a lil prayer for me and my life
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
Drop the top and let the sun shine in
Slip-n-Slide and we at it again
T Double D and a couple of friends
it's quite alright with that dro in the wind
[Trick Daddy]
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
[Trick Daddy]
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
[Cee-Lo]
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
[Big Boi]
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
(Trick love the kids!)
[Chorus: Slip-n-Slide]
(Trick Daddy)
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
(Hook x2)
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
(Verse 1, Money Mark)
You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with we
Now you runnin' round duckin' me
Young nigga with a AK better than Ananda Lee
I send them killers where ya mama be
I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay
Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay
Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
Love dough and love to hate hoes
Love to pull nigga bout mine lil' nose
Nigga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows
I'm a treal ass nigga, that's how shit goes
(Rick Ross)
You can never fuck with me, I'll just flow harder
CL 6 sittin' low on those (?)
I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage
Got sweet dick, most of these hoes got it
Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us
Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
Haul that blunt to a nigga share mucas
Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters
(?) Take all tinted route
Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth
Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
It's more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay niggas down like this? No like 'dat
No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack
(Duece Poppi)
You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me
I pop three, out the drop-e
I smoke brocoli, you know we got D
Duece Poppi and T Double D
We got them AK shells and they hot as hell
Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
Niggas curlin' up like activators
Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies
You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive
(Hook x2)
(Verse 2, Mystic)
I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga, 'cause I don't know you my nigga
So don't you fuck with me or my dogs
Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine
I chill, smoke crip and send orders
Off all those po-po's and armed forces, fuck 'em
They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em
They probably wanna see me die, that why
Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine
Goin' deep, pray about mine
Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine
Fuck that you've been warned too many times
How you feel bout yours, nigga I'm ten times worse
You gettin' revenge but nigga mine will get you cursed
So please don't fuck around with me
'Cause my dogs will bust around at he
Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy
Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy
(Trick Daddy)
Most niggas get rich, get goats
I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitch
Throw it up 'fore I blow it up
You ain't know I was a G muthafucka
You don't really wanna see me muthafucka
I'm a thug nigga, fo' life
Bitch I'll kill ya, fo' night
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine
I ain't slippin', I got my nine
Plus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids
Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live
Thug life and you know how it is
Shit don't stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)
(Hook x2)
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
America
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y'all
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo' own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust 'em ??
And a better li' (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
He'll feel with you
Goin' through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don't be livin' for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And close ? watch your friends
And then
You'll understand
A lil' better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin' shit
And ever since you made president
We ain't even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin' my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin' my phone
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone
This game wasn't told to me (Told to me)
It was sold to me (Sold to me)
And we are never free (No!)
No way
Not in America (Not America)
Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
Our country 'tis of thee ('tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (Liberty)
But that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D -- still a nigga
You use your platinum card you need four ID's -- then you's a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me -- then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise -- you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn't slaves -- you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid -- you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop -- cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now...Who invented niggaz in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin' 10 - 20 - Life on they first case?
My niggaz
I'm doin' this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain't missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don't eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon' keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin' man
When your whole congregation drivin' a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin' on a million men
People got to have money
(Gangsta)
Just like that
(Just like that)
My recipe for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Niggas talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in danger just to play in the sun
Nigga, we did what you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's over and out
That's how it is when you exposed in the south
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
The reenactment of my first murda
With no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this nigga
The shit was deep I couldn't just let it go
While I was shootin' 'bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough, bitch
I bust his ass like the last muthafucka
Went in with them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know bitch, this is how I feel 'bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to hear about him
I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you know
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
I take this shit back to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was jumpin'
Every nigga was gettin' money
Every corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money, money
Every time, goddammit I'll say it every time
Betta call us murderers
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
The boy think he gettin' paid, jumpin' out
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how we do this shit in Dade
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the script
Cut it back to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I kill for this
And when I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
All I need is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)
Money
(Gangsta)
Just like that
(Just like that)
My recipe for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple DT's
(Couple DT's)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hehe (ladies and gentlemen)
This is yours truly T-Double, and umm first of all
I would like to introduce to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all put y'all hands together)
Baby this is no one night stand
(uh-uh, no way, no how, uh-huh, c'mon, c'mon)
If you need it you got it, whateva
(c'mon, mm-hmm)
Baby we can just fly away
(just fly away, fly away with me baby, c'mon)
Now I ain't ever been a man with manners
But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic
Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it
I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic
What's your name lil' momma, I'm T-Double
I been sent here by God, so I can look out for ya
And you gon' love what I got for ya
Tender lovin and care, anything your heart could spare
Look here, my demeanour may seem to scare ya
But baby I tell ya I ain't no ordinary nigga
I'ma, a little Marvin Gaye, and Barry White, and Teddy P
Mixed in with a little Billy Dee
And this is a gentlemen's song
And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home
When I say turn off the lights, y'all turn 'em off
I'm bout to deal with your issues while I get'cha right, c'mon
Leave me your number and I'll holla back
You prefer your pet name, nickname, no big thang girl, I'll call you that
Won't be no problem with no other woman
Cause you the one I chose, in other words, fuck dem other hoes
And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a wo-man
Is this really what you want, and is you sho'?
Are you ready to be committed?
Do you plan on spendin the rest of your life with a nigga?
Have you even thought about it, weighed out all your options
Made your mind up with no doubt about it
If not, we oughta talk about it
But stick with it, don't let dem sick bitches, talk you out it
Cause baby I'm in love wit'cha
And I couldn't stand to see you with another man, so
Dearly beloved, we gathered here today
Homey to marry and see a couple in thug matrimony
I need a woman that's down for me, one who'll love
respect and honor her nigga, do it all no matter what
Just one lifetime - wouldn't be long enough
for us to be together, at least not for us
And if I'm ever in a jam, be there for me
And keep it real with a player cause you care for me
With no strings attached, when you rub on my back
Greasin my strap, kissin my neck baby I'm lovin that
I got this thang that I do with my tongue
I wanna do it to you, but it might make you cum
But it'll cure you of your back spasms
Have you floatin while your motion in your ocean gotcha backpedallin
And we can take it to another level
And get elevated, gettin way mo' creative
And you can slap me if it makes you happy
But if you scratch and bite me, that only shows me you like me
See, we can do big thangs
I make you scream my name and blame it all on the whip cream
And if you're down with me, I'll have you down and dirty
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Turn It up, Because I have something to say ya'll
Ya'll pay attention ova there Repersenting Page County
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody doin songs talking about what they got
and they jewelry and they cars I'm gonna talk about something
eles we never had shit, we real
(Trick Daddy)
And there damn sure aint no Santa Clause because, if it
was like Santa we would be having a Thingsgiving dinner
while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out
chillen wit my niggas out spilling trying to make a living
and if I robe for a million I just hope god would forgive me
after i spent it on his children
See I was born in da struggle 89 stepdaddy's me and my mother
and ten others, Lets see thats three sisters and 7 brothers
all we had was each other and or daddy because I love him
I never seen a flying raindeer so if rudoff called dog ya'll
just tell him I aint here, and I aint da grinch who like to still
Christmas, but if u pay attenion you'll learn a lesson just listin
See I beleave dat da children know our future but if u don't rise
them right they'll grow up and shoot cha
(Trick Daddy Talking)
Ya'll best beleave that all these lies you know what I'm saying?
Fibb's and all des story's be like history one month out the year
you know?All dat walking Martin Luther King did and they only gave
him justic one time you tried to fram OJ and beat the shit out of Rodney King
hell
(Trick Daddy)
I was born amunch raseism, thats why the police hate me and I
cam see it in their faces yeah they wanna give nigga cases and
they wanna see me in jail hell they can't wait to take me, wanna
hog tie me and take my bar, take me off around Christmas cracker
don't make me run
If you know the moral to the words of this song, what about the words
of Rodney King "Can we all get along?", huh cause niggas just when
I nervus back, matter fact saying those ova there where them terorist,
and they aint coming back till Bin Loden and all thoes fighters are found
dead shoot up in the mountins of Airkida
(Trick Daddy Talking)
I'd kill all dem motherfuckers every last one of them all them son of a
bitches all them funny names motherfuckers disrespecting my country
and my people, I wish ya'll would get yo fuck ass out of my face
free at last my ass Mr. President you aint even press me u aint even them
to justic yet, you better go get 'em
(Trick Daddy)
Mr. President tell me why my people doin bad some blacks wit no dads
doin bad shooting bad and fo sho getting a limo got a wardrobe and I'm
stuck wearing dis niggas clothes hell I go to school and dem teachers
straight dog me I try to learn but my brain just wont, I'm not dumb but mad
and sad which I should be, you tryed framing me I'm forced to live wit out
a job or work at Mike D's or i could robe circut city and get 5 or 3, slang
a kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab, and if you think im gonna change
you can kiss my ass
(Trick Daddy Talking)
I just wanna say use that enough for personal use, only personal use only,
no capital a finces no way forst degree misterminers haha,
and there damn sure aint no Santa Clause haha and there sure aint no
Santa Clause you snitching bitches, I'm gonna smoke one on ya
For all my children, huh, let 'em know
Sing for me
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord
I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs
Everything from seeing hoes boosting in the mall
Niggas who used to ball, they ain't ballin' now
Hoes who hated me, dem bitches callin' now
And mama told me, but she never told me when,
She said when money come sin, its some fake ass friends
I keep niggas in da blind, and outta mind
Cuz broke niggas full of slim and they got dirt on they mind
Catch me slipping never, and not once, ever ever
Lost a bank to the better I'm a muthafucking fool my self
I can't fool myself, cause if I ever slip, they gotta have that there
Two years ago, I lost a friend in da line of thuggin'
He got drunk out clubbin'
Some niggas followed him home, a glock nine to the dome
It wasn't long for he was gone
For a set of d's and quarter ki's we lose to many men
And now to many man, understand how to be the man
See the man lied, so the man died, I seen the devils in his eyes
Though the man in the skys eyeing
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord
Never confuse luv with lust
Retailate bust for bust
You can trust in us, we spit that venomous
It's either, them or us, ash to ash, sell the dust
We go to war for the peace, ignore the police
I still believe that its the east that invented,
See the west complemented, they always represent it
And all my peoples down south keeps it weed scented
Better focus, when I put this hocus pocus on the cd
I drop mine in braile so them blind cats can read me
I'm the cat that curiosity killed, prophesy filled
I'm still water that run deeper than hole pussy
Get pushy in the clutch, roll up like dutchmadness
I cuts and slashs, plus I, flows like Casius
It's warless clashes you need credit in the last days
So when them gats spray, do crime pay when you get shot
That's why I stay calm like www dot, cd
For who seeks the actual article
You heard it live its certified, mechanic on the mother ship
The alien, I changed the course of them with the wings
I would love to be considered sin in a physical form
Like I'm born to be crucified and mother was born to cry
Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die
And God and the devil just don't see eye to eye
Coz ya'll thugs don't understand that the devil gone always lie
Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya'll
Living in a city where thugs don't live that long, so
Sleeping in a home where only gangsta's rome, all nite long and ah
For the thugs
Yes sir, ha ha
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
Yes sir
My boy dooda, wa's up fool
(Down South)
Tut, ha ha haa
We've been seen (Aye yo C!), they on a roll
hurry up nigga, come on, they got guns
(I'm doin' this one for the thugs)
They got big guns!
They wanna go to war nigga
Hah?(Yes sir, for the thugs)
they don't wanna die, they don't mean that
If it wasn't for the Hennesey
and thug livin' for my enemy
my brother still be alive and apart of me
so I, say a prayer for that playa
and I, take my fire everywhere, see
Its kinda hard when you missin' yo' dawgs
another name on the wall
they keep takin the fall
yes I be livin though
dead and gone befo' we twenty fo'
or in jail but cha'll don't here me though
is this world about to end
if not then explain to me, how come I'm losin my friends
and why I'm livin' wit my kid
and why I'm fifty grand short from gettin' me a brand new benz
its kinda hard for the black man
I watch the million man march for the black man
and through the sun and rain
I love enjoyin' pain
I know we be livin' strange but we'll maintain hey
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys down south much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs and the boys in the city much love
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the dogs in the grove much love
See, I, I, gotta called from the crib
my dawg got killed
gotta all my homies in tears
and we don't know who the killas is
it could of been the lick
it could of been the hit
I 'on't know we stayed in some shit so
we put his face on a shirt
and shedded tears for the game
(a thug in memory boy)
cuz it's hard to hide the pain
they teach us some better thangs
the shoes his mama a back cuz she could use the change
thats how you ride for yo dogs, shit
ride or roll take sides for yo dog
suppose to die for your dogs, shit
hard time in gangsta livin'
and got us villian chillin'
try to start no crossin' me and you so
and you cry for yo' dogs
Hell, I don't understand
man, I say a prayer to all of y'all
and for the cause
for my motherfuckin' dogs
Nigga!
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas Overtown sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my Carol City niggas much love
for my thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my niggas out in Gouls
for the thugs
If it was a hundred dollar bill
would ya, could ya ride for me
start a fight, better yet, would you die for me
under oath baby girl would you lie for me
getta gackin open 5 for me
now would you cry for me
turna trick, or do or die for me
food stamps, if you apply for me
well certified for me
can't count but you'll try for me
or do it all for me
Huh?
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs)
(for the thugs!)
I'm doin' this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner sellin' drugs
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the niggas out in Opa-Locka
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and the boys doin' time in the pen
for the thugs yes sir
For the thugs
and my dogs out the Heights much love
for my mothafuckin' dogs
fuck y'all
fuck y'all, others
motherfuckers
faze brothers
suckers, bluffers,
we ain't nonthing but sho' nuffers
Bitch, feed ya fish
[Chorus]
I been having fantasies of me and you
Thinking how it could be just me and you
Girl I'll be your other man
Your freaky deaky kinky lover man
Mr. Kiss- it –where- you –love- it man
(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I love- it man)
Can't you see what I'm talking about
I wanna be the one to knock it out
Show you all the things that you need
There's no need for you to beg me please
I want you to understand
All I wanna be is your other man
Me for you, you for me
Make this thing a reality
[Trick Daddy]
Mean daddies play me I can't wait to break
Call your crib find the phone maybe your mom awake
No sense in worrying about my wife she's great
And I know that my conscience right she be okay
Make up a lie cause he ain't seeing you tonight
Hell yeah baby just me and you tonight
Just bring some clothes and the robe that you be having on
Behind closed doors who knows what be going on
Holding each other we be sucking on
Hell yeah deep in them gut says you grunt and moan
It ain't enough to chain me we fuck alone
These pussy juices been got my mind going the long
Go ahead man forgive me for I have sinned
69in wit my baby momma's closest friend
And she gotta man
But hell I understand (I know)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Trick Daddy]
I'll be your other man
Undercover first cousin even your brother's friend
No matter little momma girl I understand
I know you live wit your man, chill with your man
So we fuck only when we can
Juices all in the bar, fucking all in the car
Sleep around peep around only after dark
Yeah I know it's hard (but God gon' make it right for us)
Even if it means it will be (it'll be a special day for us)
Pray for us and let me ease your mind
Treat you right eat you from behind every time if you don't mind
I'll be your other man
Yeah I'll be your other man
[Chorus]
(Trick Daddy):
(Girl I'm having) fantasies of me and you
(And I'm thinking) how could it be just me and you
(Girl I'll be your other man)
(Your freaky deaky kinky lover man)
(Mr. Lick- me- where- I – love- it man)
Feel me like I'm feeling you
Open your eyes and see what I'm going through
I don't care if it's wrong or right
But I gotta taste that pussy tonight
Kiss you here kiss you there
Right between your toes girl I don't care
My mission is to please you
And make you see that all I wanna be
(Is your other man)
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Seminola niggas, Bahhas, Hialeah niggas, Matchbox, Wynwood niggas
Richmond Heights, Perine niggas
Homestead niggas, Florida City niggas
Overtown niggas (OT), Coconut Grove niggas
South Miami niggas
Opa-Locka niggas (South Miami Heights too)
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right
I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby
Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby
Dubs or better, candy's and leather
What you want nigga
Two do's, Fo' do's
We call 'em donk's nigga
Breaker breaker its Dade County on the number line
Seventy-one's, seventy-two's, three's, foe's, and five's
My verse is seven pounds
My shit be getting down
I got a seven
Trick ducking they can't catch me now
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin' city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
??? the age, straight or shady
I still beat it baby
Married twice, five kids
I still eat it lady
Ain't no shit shady ??? till I see better days
Calico's and a.k.'s seem like the only way
??? bodacious boulders for yo shoulders
Got that fire
You want get hi' so want you come on over
Boy I'm a powder head
X-man, X-cons
I got them boys all the way from Marathon to West Palm
Call me the butcher man
The cookie cook it man
I got a soft
You wanna hard
I guess I'll burn it then
Trick Daddy Dollars y'all
I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's
I'll holla dawg
I like 'em rugged guns
Thugged, cold blooded nigga
Pinky ringing blinging
And rollie platinum flooded nigga
Don't want no buster's either
You got to pay this diva
And if ya money ain't long nigga Ion't see ya
Cause I'm the baddest bitch
Ballin' with the baddest clique
I make ya money disappear like a magic trick
A classy chick but I can still get it, spit it, watch it
I keep the club jumping jumping like my girl Beyonce
Selen suits looking cute with the matching boots
I'm getting loochie ass juicy getting a passion fruit
You know my click, Deuce Poppie and my nigga Trick
The Lost Tribe, Tre-6 and we rolling thick
The diamond princess out the south can't nann ho fade it
I'ma first round draft pick
Y'all bitches getting traded
I'm triple X rated
Pussy stay soakin' wet
I set a nigga up quick for his coke and jet
It's Miss Trina baby
I'm from the city where the bitches shakin' ass, gettin cash
Holla back ladies
New York niggas
DC niggas
Detroit niggas
Va niggas
Ga niggas
All around worldwide nigga
I throw a bullet atcha like a Danny Marino floater
I'ma half a brick slanging, nutts swinging, weed roller
Bustin a blue 4-4 with the speed loader
How they go toe to toe with the 44 touter
Fo' show do
Room is full of pimps and thugs
Ghetto pharmacies with prescription drugs
Banging like Krypts and Bloods
We wiping slugs
Our enemies dripping blood
Workers at the graveyard late nite diggin mud
To prepare ya for ya pillow inside the box
When I ride the blocks I always hide my glocks
In the dash board next to my passport
In the double S I paid thirteen cash for
My name is Richard Nixon but they screaming Deuce Pop
With the one stop shop
Heroin, weed, and rocks
I feed the block
And ride the strip in a tinted drop
And I even met the niggas who invented rocks
I got the block game from the county of Dade
A bounty hunter won't rest till my bounty is paid
We got 200 hundred bricks coming from the direct link
I pray to God the boat carryin that coke don't sink, what
It's Deuce Poppie nigga
I'm from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
(Chorus)
I spit game wit the n word
brothers make slang for n word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for n word slang
and lease be the blame for n word nigga
(Trick Daddy)
you know me nigga
I don't know you my nigga
here's what must go through my nigga
go get with ya crew my nigga
tell rush round here for I do y'all niggas
cause I'm straight chillin my nigga
ex-con ex-dope dealer my nigga
I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my nigga
and I ain't scared of none of y'all niggas
I will count my flow right in front y'all niggas
I will kill ever one of y'all niggas
cock my 45 and go to gunning y'all niggas
I will ever one of y'all niggas
nigga
(Chorus)
(Deuce Poppito)
I am off da my nigga
smoking marijuana in the range my nigga
getting brains
real niggas do things my niggas
we spittin flames with motherfuckin thangs nigga
I will take it to ya whole squad my nigga
word to god my nigga
I got ? but rather get hard my nigga
? at the neighborhood park my nigga
what you say young nigga
slip n slide ain't got guns young nigga
got funds young nigga
dumb nigga
get ya for motherfuckin ones
and turn you news into none
nigga
(chorus)
(C.O.)
yo my nigga
I'm c.o. nigga
you better slow yo roll my nigga
nigga
and that's word to buddy roe my nigga
so why should I give a fuck about a ho nigga
I'm a go get ya nigga
I can get the ? to da floor (let em know ny nigga)
that's how it go my nigga
I'm go lock it down from the door my nigga
that's fo sho my nigga
(Trick Daddy)
and I got ya back my nigga
everywhere I go I be strap
you bet my nigga
and on top of that do be a ?
its all good you know I got stacks my nigga
we rob banks my nigga
and we are the only ones smoking stank my nigga
we runnin through the bitches that you cant my nigga
fuckin round with us we will leave you stank my nigga
nigga
(chorus) - 2X
(Deuce Poppito)
whats up my nigga
I'm bout to nut my nigga
bout to but the gat to ya gut my nigga
whats up I'm bout splash me a nigga
bout mash me a trigga
I'm bout to blast me a nigga
you shouldn't have played with my cock my nigga
it smells like gun smoke my nigga
you bout to bleed to ya death my nigga
take ya last breath my nigga
what you think this my nigga
I will slide in ya crib
and put six in ya wig my nigga
that's how we play my nigga
with a a.k. hide in ya driveway my nigga
you can run but you cant get away my nigga
I'm go let the click spray my nigga
from the shy to the m.i.a. my nigga
slip n slide niggas don't play my nigga
(chorus)
Hah, haha
That's just the sound of the Hen'..
True Story.. Buddy Roe..
They say tell the truth, Shame the Devil (uh-huh)
Thank God for the thugs too...
Drop the top and let the sunshine in
With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin
Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen'
It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind,
with the 'dro in the wind
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga
Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga
Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy
You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky
Growed up eatin spam sandwiches
Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich
Share the room with bout four mo' brothers
But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers
A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha)
Always rude and always in trouble
None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh)
But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me
If you growed up the way I did
You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids
(Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh)
Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit)
And wait a minute, I'll act a fool
Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh)
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga
Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga
Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five
And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right)
You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs)
Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides
Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor
He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four
Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine
Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line
With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot
The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not
Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face
Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize
Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga
Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds
Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose
Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze
You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this
Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, bout cash
Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash
Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla
Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!
(Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!)
Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro
The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke
Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box
In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block
Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up?
Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up
A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain
of this slang and inject it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame
Aviator shades with a rear front face
Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace
Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks
So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks
Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind
I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece
of va-lac-tic, before you slack it
You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic
not intended for any illegal purposes'
it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us
(Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!)
from Exit Wounds soundtrack
[Chorus: J.V.]
We Got,
Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank)
Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank
My dawgs on dubs, yours aint
My dawgs do whateva, yours cain't
[J.V.]
That's right (that's right) that's us
Trina, JV, Trina, Tre+
Hit the club, slide through on dubs
Back to back ride through like what
Still goin, po'in hennessey
The best thing showin, blowin, remember me?
J to the dot straight to the top
We the shit for real other niggas play hot
[Money Mark]
To all the young hoes, I love ya fo'
Who let me take 'em to the house, get 'em loose, let 'em go
On the ??? so I guess I gotta love 'em though
But I'm a P i m p, so you know I dont love these hoes
And I, don't see 'em, (don't see 'em), won't be 'em
Won't be buyin' no hoes Benz's or Benz
No mo' diggin in Money Mark ???
I'm a Slip-N-Slide nigga and i straight dont see 'em
[Chorus 2X]
[Trick Daddy]
Yo T-double D doin' amazing thangs
And have you bitches around sayin', Why you say them things?
Cuz I'm a T-H-U double G-G
Wherever I go, you bitches you love me
Whether an LP, uh, a remix
The only thing I'm a spit is G' shit
Specialize in fuckin' and gettin' head
??? wanna pay for riches for head
Of a, ass hoe, that mack hoe
The truth of the matter fact, a slapped hoe
Beaten back ??? and hoodrat hoes
I like them slim and po'
No fat hoes
If I, had a penny for every bitch I get
I'd be a young raw nigga with a platinum dick
Ride around town with the platinum shit
Spittin' all these gangsta platinum hits
[Chorus 2X]
[Trina]
Ms. Trina, Ms. Drama
Diamond princesses got the mama
Stacken that bread, plenty dolla's
Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's
Chart toppin', hit droppin'
Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin'
I'm finna bring a Grammy home to Miami
Purple see ok, drop candy
Twenty Inches, dipped in the chrome
Lil mama thick to the bone
When the last time you seen a bitch like this
Come into the game and get rich like this
A bitch that make hit after hit like this
Icy from a anklet to the wrist with
Mo' mansions, mo' yachts
Slip-N-Slide got the bottom on lock
[Chorus 2X]
You gon save that?
Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea
Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)
I wanna buy me a Benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil' dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin' to this real shit
So reason why a nigga kill shit
That's how it is shit
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them bitches curious
Why I'm soo motherfucking serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y'all to free all my dogs
Before I get my gun and start killin' your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep bitches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said
Chorus
I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I'm rolling D's and Lo's
I'm getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can't nann bitch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three shit, one ho nigga
I'm out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon' cry next
Who sister get to wear the black dress
That's how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y'all don't hear me though
As I continue with this thug shit
With all this blood and shit
But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don't need no bitches
So I'm killin' all snitches
Chorus
I'm doing this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir (repeat 2x)
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I'd make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a bitch bills with me
I'm dissing every nigga who got me fucking
A bitch better fuck for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same niggas
'Cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time) Learn some motherfucking thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killer
Young black dope dealer
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them niggas who survivin this
They don't live that long
Chorus 2x
Thug niggas don't live that long
If its bout that money
Then you gots to kill them, haha
Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh
I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite
Nigga
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boy, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
I'm thinking back when I was younger
I usta hustle in the summer
No time for crime
I had to help my mama
And I love the rainy weather
Make me hustle better
Running into partner in na ghetto
Trying to get my shitt together
However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars
Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my niggas
They keep they fingers on the triggers
Cause they heard about you business
And these fuck niggas trying to end this
So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli
Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti
Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this
slanging, robbing, and shooting
Even neighborhood polluted
I'm ready to do this and like weed
I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted
If the shit move, I shoot it
Hold on
I'm doing this one for my homies
Who left his baby mama lonely
Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him
Got to count his blessings sent
Cause one chance be his only lesson
For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions
Hold on
Don't fall
Cause I've been there
And I know
Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers
But they killers, for sure
They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club
Allow us to use our drugs
Nigga what, nigga what
Say it
I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird
And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word
He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone
And anit no telling when the boy getting back home
See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos
Especially, when you getting in front of muscle
Cause them fools will try to touch ya
They know you dying for yours
So from day one, they don't trust ya
This whole style I be living for
Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed
And this old bad luck taking me lower
Life's full of lies, theres too many guys
Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried
When it's gone get bettter, seems like never
In this life we live
Us niggas just can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to come from this
One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt
Patience for the frustration
Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing
So I'm living on the edge
I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah
Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds
I say I never had no job, always rott
Living in the park, back when I was scared
And then things got better, my pockets got fatter
Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters
Nigga came across a key and turned it into three
And got my fuck ass emenies running from me
And saying....
Thug Money got blood on it
Plus a little residue
Boa, I'm telling you
I put my heart on it
Tha thug Money got blood on it
(Trick Daddy)
We gon let the band deal with this...
You know we had to remix the damn thing right?
For all them bustas...
All them niggas hating on Slip-N-Slide
Sh-sh-shut up
Funk boogie remix
Sh-shut up
Deuce Pop, Ms. Trina, Trick Daddy
Sh-shut up
[Chorus 2x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
What's up?
Shut up!
What's up
(Deuce Poppito)
What's Up? Deuce Pop I'm finna handle shit
I'm finna take Slip-N-Slide to the championship
My nigga Trick got the ball, he the quarterback
Deuce Pop got D like Warren Sapp
2-4-K we was born to mack
All that get money shit i was born for that
Throw up your middle finger if you feeling us
Coming out the cake with a million plus
Playboy that slick talk about to stop
Deuce Pop finna put the South on top
What's up, Uh-Uh, OK, bad hoes u know we don't play
That's how we do sipping on Malibu
Hennessey with the Coconut Yoo-hoo
2-4-K turn out the lights
Spit that fire burn out the mics
Shut up!
[Chorus 4x]
Uh - Huh, OK,
What's up?
Shut up!
(Who's bad?)
Who's Bad?
(Trina)
Bad like this
Aint nann hoe bad as the baddest bitch
Who's bad u know my name
It aint been in the same since I came in the game
I'm off the chain with a figure eight frame
Everything I drop its a hit man
I risk game out to game fame
Rock the mic leaving lipstick stains
The baddest when it come to this bitch game
New coops, dicks shifts switch man
Lemme show u lame hoes how to get change
You needa take grand's, before he get brains
Get ya mind right don't be a lame hoe
Aint shit for free, that's how the game go
Trina on top and I know ya mad
Top notch, off glass
OK?!
Who's bad?!
[Chorus 4x]
(Trick Daddy)
Yo this T-double-D representing the Southside
Down with Trina Tre+ and the Lost Tribe
? funk keep keeping these beats tight
Niggas gon be like yo shit so tight
A-ight then what happened to the 5 mics
What, Slip-N-Slide niggas aint so tight?
Huh? What u wanna bet ????
Back to it
T - double - D - R
Shut up!
I Don't even see y'all
Now how u gonna dis like this?
Riding ride listening to that bullshit
Yo pappy shoulda taught you better
Then put you up on fake ass niggas
Cross the board gay ass niggas
Who me? I'm a killer,
Ex - con, ex - coke dealer
Flow dealer
Don't see no nigga
Chorus 6x
Who's bad?
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit
Smelling like dead fish
And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit
And every time I see you, you got to have dick
You wants mo' respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head and all
Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls
In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun)
You got the nigga running up in you
Shake it like "Naww, I'm not trying to do you"
No good freak, is the same but I love you
I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh?
The next nut going out for your grandma
You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it
I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Oh, Oh, Ho
You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it
Buddy Roe
Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school
But who's the fool?
You'se a prime example
You met a nigga named Mike
at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night
Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
It aint no limit to the shit you do
You making records in the studio
Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow
Sheit,
I'll hit you up for a gangbang
Have you doing strange thangs for some small change
Keeping it real
Fucking with the wrong pops
Longshoreman on the dock
Head, booty and cock
You get what he got
Shooting tech to his whole cat
Took him home let him hit you from the back
With tax because it's like that
I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho
You can't trust
A bitch with a big butt
You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
Jimmy-up when I bust her
Fucked her
HIV can't trust her
I got too much to lose
Cash rules
Protect the family jewels
Yeah,
And I ain't going out like Easy
Believe me
A nigga disease free
Chorus
Trick Daddy
Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga
Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin
Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick
You wan't much flow,
But I can't pay you ho
You dissed Trick,
And now you on the hitlist
I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit
I told my boys
That you make much noise
And you like getting off with those sex toys
A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay*
They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay
They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat
The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back
Now, they finer than them hos off TV
But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth
So I figgaaaaaaa
You'se a Ho Ho Ho
Chorus
Ho Ho Ho
Chorus with variation untill the end
* The goom-bay is a Carribean music celebration down in miami
It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets
Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets
Nigga's bleeding in the streets
So I don't go, unless I'm chillin' on the low with my middle finger up
And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe
Cause he jammed in it
My dog got slammed in it
I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute
This the street life, cracker think a nigga fadeless
Cause I'm tryin' to make it out the matrix, fuck this nigga
Nigga's life for dope and nigga's die for dope
And nigga's die cause they live on dope
And I remember when I told 'cha Roe
I would've shed blood for ya'
A nigga still got much love for ya'
Nigga, believe that, and yeah Money Mark mean that
Until the day a nigga lean back
This how a nigga show you real love
A dedication to them real thugs
Cause we the last one's livin'
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
We can break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
I'm 'bout a G short, not bees
One of my (???) got caught with three ki's
And he ain't taking no pleas
Ride or die, holla thug life
I know the feeling, I know exactly what it look like
Buddy Roe you better hold on
Cause when the crackers catch ya' they'll hide 'cha ass for so long
And they'll ship ya' ass so far
They'll probably (???) turn round duce things in yo' car
Hell, I rather the go to war with 'em
They got guns but my guns skreeting mo' with 'em
Bullets that explode in 'em
Huh, and I don't see no vest
But cha'll know the rest
That rapid fire hit 'em right in the chest
His mammy gotta right 'em a check
For the rose for the dead man
Huh, you understand, nigga it's thug life again
All I need to get on is a few good men with big guns
Just to break Buddy Roe out the pin
And then it's thug life again nigga, thug life nigga, huh
Thug life nigga fuck nigga's die in thug life
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never be shit, ain't gone never succeed
Fuck nigga's ain't gone never have no money
Cause them real nigga's can take it
Fuck nigga's can keep calling the police
You fuck nigga's can keep crossing ya'll (???) on a nigga
This motherfucking thug life you pussy ass cunt
dick sucking, dick licking ass,
dick in the bootie, fuck flauging ass nigga,
ya'll nigga's know who ya'll is
Fuck ya, one time, for them motherfucking killers
One time for the dope dealers
One time for any motherfucker in America, who 'bout some war
feat. Cee-Lo, Ludacris)
[Cee-Lo] Uh huh
[T-Dubl] Yeah
[Cee-Lo] Aw man I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
[T-Dubl] After this one you gon need a root canal then
[Cee-Lo] I love sugar all of it
[T-Dubl] This one for all the clean, decent women
[Cee-Lo] Lay it on me girl
[T-Dubl] Pay Close Attention
[Hook: Cee-Lo]
She put that sugar on my tongue
Shes gonna
Gimme gimme some
She put it right there on my tongue (Skeet Skeet)
Right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)
[Trick Daddy]
And gimme some of your butter pecan
Put it right there on tip of my tongue, put it
Right jeeeah
Cuz baby, if I bite you
I bet you like it
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
The best dreams are the wet dreams
And uh, the rest is just a flick without a sex scene
Or lee, I speak the truth
Cuz the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
Cuz, Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'all these southern boys be cravin' for a whole slice of pie after they main course
So if you game for it
I came for it
I got a thang for ya
That I can't ignore
[Hook - 2X]
[Ludacris]
She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum
Goodie goodie gum drop
Put me in a tongue lock
Did it till my body went numb, numb
Laid her on her back, back
Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack
She's a woman from the block with the best of weed
But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks
It was lust at first sight
And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me
And my size was just right
But she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity
Said I been around the world twice
And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly
Said she wanted it all night
So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris she need
[Hook - 2X]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeeeah Yeeeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeeeah
[Trick Daddy]
Sweetie you look so incredible
So delicious and so damn edible
All I need is some honey or syrup
With a lil' butter to rub down all your curves
And no need for the lemonade
Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-Aid
Can I call you Caramel?
Cuz I'm bout to go coo-coo to taste your Coco Puffs
One bowl ought to fill me up
But that milk gotta be cold enough
So supper time that'll hold me up
I might choke myself if I don't slow it up, but
Honey, you look like a honeydew melon
Or strawberry with the whipped cream filling
Of the top part of the peach cobbler
But uh, the fruit platter ought to do me better
[Hook - 2X]
(*talking*)
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don't get it, tell it like it is
It's on, truth hurts
[Chorus - 2x]
It's like the sun in the summer
It's like the cold in the winter
And when it rains it pours
Y'all keep sweating these hoes
And doing this one for the poor ones
[Trick Daddy]
This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas
Who ain't here they couldn't make it, let's face it
The dope game is getting shaky
When shit get flaky, see most niggas can't take it
I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas
And yesterday's killas, today's fucked niggas
?That's defined? on behalf of the state
Your main key witness, and won't involve me with em
You could set me up to crush time
It ain't selling the vines so nigga, lay down and do your time
Cause, back when you was kingpinning
I was sitting off in prison, and you ain't send me a penny
And closing arguments can't get me
I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness
That's right, that's right
From one heat to another, you a sucka
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
As an American, I think the whole world's against us
It took 9-11 just to convince us
That we got wars going on
And it's way bigger than thugs, this shit's deeper than drugs
Suicide bombings, and air attacks
All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics
So I guess that makes me a democrat
The Republican party problems are worrying about crack
If I could speak another language, I'd say it in
French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it
Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug
I guess you gets no love, from us
[Chorus - 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
Where are the police at when you really need em
How can you chastise a child, if you ain't allowed to beat him
Want to screaming for no reason
Why you keep reproducing if you know you can't feed em
If he leave you, don't blame him
He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em
And it might seem outrageous
This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous
And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em
If you don't want em give em to me I'll raise em
Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills
Should be in the NFL, for real
[Chorus - 2x]
(*talking*)
'Tis the season to be jolly
(Jolly, for what) hell if I know
I just don't get it, tell it like it is
It's on, truth hurts
(Chorus)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what)
I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
[Trick Daddy]
I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
Some little boney motherfucker
You killed my homie motherfucker
So what a real nigga 'posed to do
Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful
Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful
Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
Need nobody but my shottie
See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone
Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
Won't be no serving on this corner
Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
I gives a fuck about your homie
You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya
But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping
And vertebras going to be rocking
And I'm a..
(Chorus)
[Trick Daddy]
I gives a fuck that you getting do
I gives a fuck bout your hoe, gives a fuck bout who she know
Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained,
and slanged about my cocaine
I know some niggas, who want to smoke,
He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherfucking macking
Just me and my workers in a circle,
And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya
And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya,
I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass
Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass
(Chorus) x4
