Jealousyç£ a reckless driver
And ignorance is gasoline
When youç£e burning down the highway
With 4 wheel self esteem
Youç£e led yourself astray
You only hear the words you say
(I wish I was as fast as you
A hot rod, a zero
I wish I was as fast as you)
Take me to the end of fun
Show me where rockç£ç£oll begins
Hot Rod, teach me how itç£ done
We know that you know everything
Remember that you canç£ turn back
Compelled to crash into a wall
If you want to be a legend
Not just a stupid know-it-all
You like it when I like you less
No caress, just undress
You like it when we play hard core
The panty war, then you get pussy galore
You like it when I turn your back
Give you no slack, the slap attack
You like it when we leave parts on
When we're gettin' it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
You like it when I like you less
No caress, just undress
You like it when we play hard core
The panty war, then you get pussy galore
You like it when I turn your back
Give you no slack, the slap attack
You like it when we leave parts on
When we're gettin' it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Come on, hot rod, give me, your wad
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
You like it when I like you less
No caress, just undress
You like it when we play hard core
The panty war, then you get pussy galore
You like it when I turn your back
Give you no slack, the slap attack
You like it when we leave parts on
When we're gettin' it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
Huh, what, show me what ya got, rub it against my thigh
[Instrumental]
[x2:]
Osama bin laden
Osama bin laden
Osama bin laden
Osama bin laden
Osama was killed tonight
So everybody come and have a good time,
The great news maybe lose my mind
So tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Osama was killed tonight
So everybody come and have a good time
The great news maybe lose my mind
Osama bin laden is dead.
Winning
Osama bin laden is dead
Osama bin laden is dead
Osama bin laden is dead
Osama bin laden is dead
Osama was killed tonight
So everybody come and have a good time,
The great news maybe lose my mind
So tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Osama was killed tonight
So everybody come and have a good time
The great news maybe lose my mind
Osama bin laden is dead.
Winning, winning.
Osama bin laden is dead.
yeah, yeah, this one right here
yeah, yeah is for all the people loving life
we only got one life, one love
my life is what i'm living, fast cars, vip
good times, plenty women,
that's how life's supposed to be
haters, gaggers close to me,
excise me security, take them where they supposed to be
hey oh, let's take a trip to rome
and after we can go around the globe
oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah
and we can get home, get some... and get blown
stay high, stay fly, good times, this is my life!
pre-chorus:
i'm living free, can't hold me down
if i need champagne, it's popping now
your life is so light in the tropic sea
if they're angels tell 'em it's
chorus:
my life, my life, my life hey oh, hey oh
my life hey oh, hey oh!
cause i love you, cause i love you
hey oh, hey oh, hey oh
my life! hey oh!
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
my life hey oh, hey oh
these haters mad at us cause we're vip status
..bottles of patron, now we're in the zone
now everybody get your ass on the dancefloor
hey oh, let's take a trip to rome
and after we can go around the globe
oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah
and we can get home, get some... and get blown
stay high, stay fly, good times, this is my life!
pre-chorus:
i'm living free, can't hold me down
if i need champagne, it's popping now
your life is so light in the tropic sea
if they're angels tell 'em it's
chorus:
my life, my life, my life hey oh, hey oh
my life hey oh, hey oh!
cause i love you, cause i love you
hey oh, hey oh, hey oh
my life! hey oh!
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
cause i love you, hey oh
cause i love it, hey oh
my life hey oh, hey oh
my life hey oh, hey oh
Baby girl you don't wanna wait
I can see the look on yo face
I don't know the last time I ate
So tonight I'm a scrape yo plate
You can stay the night at my place
Take it slow it ain't no race
If that's ya man that keep callin'
Tell that nigga you need some space
Tonight
Oh yea girl you know we the shit
We can take it back to the old days and have a slumber party at my crib
Steal the keys and take the rental
Fake ID let's get a bottle
2 AM knock on my window
We won't get caught girl no problem
Yeeaa
Is that a new dress wait that's my sweater
Yeah we both know right from wrong
But bein' wrong feel so much better
Feels like the more that we know the more we don't know enough
It's so fun bein' young baby so fuck growin' up
Yeah tell ya friends that it ain't none of they bidness
And the one that's spreadin' rumors gon get slapped god is my witnesss
They jus mad cause all they credit cards is maxed out
And They just mad cause they niggas don't blow they backs out
Yeeaa
And I'm a blow ya back out tonight
[Verse 1: Young Hot Rod]
Man that nigga talking crazy, go get him
I'm a hit the club you text me when you get him
Bitches, yeah I love em, I don't hit em I pimp em
My checks are only cooked on one side so I flip em (haha)
Throw em on the griddle, my money's in the middle
Keep my mind on the money so my mind is in the middle
I'm chilling, I'm killing all these niggas on tracks
Like a candle, I got fire so I put it on wax
Fat lace's chucks, grease in the khaki's
I'm pumping Makaveli while you pumping Laffy Taffy
Funny ass niggas, no hoes and no bread
I'm stacking my green while you all up in the red
Nigga yeah! Real G's I see none, everybody C walks
But as soon as they see guns they see run
I just begun, y'all are reruns
You got a boyfriend, cool, just watch his teeth fall
[Chorus: x4]
If I don't love em I hate em, If I don't hate em, I love em
Homie if they don't love me, shit man I'm like fuck em
[Verse 2: Ca$his]
It's Ca$his
I don't trust in no one, I'm the one I'm busting, they running
With no discussion, I'm headbussing, they hunting me cousin
I'm a boss I ain't stuntin', they cop a world one the runyons
Have soldiers, King Mathers, I'm Shady or nothing!
I got grams in my granny kitchen, they pass in the oven
I can't lie, but you punk niggas ain't ridin' for nothing
Sixty blunts that I'm bluntin' on daily basis I'm puffin'
Till my lungs is black, it's Shady clan, who run it?
See this middle finger, you will die slow in my stomach
You see this cementery in my fist, tell me who want it?
If I said it I meant it, when I live it I spit it
But tell the cops I don't know nothing about or who did it
I'm ridin' when I get up, then Ca$h will flip crtics,
My vendetta forever I'm fucking hoes with a vengeance
I'm the one and I'm with it, you hated since the begginning
But can't dispute it, I'm well known as one of the realest
Yeaaah!
[Chorus: x4]
If I don't love, I hate em, if I don't hate em I love em
feel this .. like liquor i don't give a damn
cause i am gonna be all of that
tonight is the perfect picture i need your ignition
there will be no banging homie put away you fly
i have been drinking since morning ain't gonna stop till morning
i ain't talking about living when i tell you i am rolling
another shut for my niggers and another one for the ladies
i see some of you tonight .. having my baby
i see a few bubbles i have to get rid of
be hugging on me or tease ass niggers
.. about me as i breath the streets go back to your .. and let me be
man i am drinking like mowgli getting extra cheese you can hold the pepperoni
under defeated had no baby girl with it see the dealer and i got to let it .. i am so
fucked up spending all my money every joke my nigger tell me is so mother fucking funny
i will be rolling at the one go ahead and grab a .. local why you at
cause i am so high and i am so drunk
and nobody in this world can fuck it up
i am so high and i am so drunk
can't nobody in this world fuck it up
cause i am so high and i am so drunk
and nobody in this world can fuck it up
i am so high and i am so drunk
can't nobody in this world fuck it up
me sober no way smoking ... sipping out a rose
take a bubble bath in my fucking way got time for no bullshit
.. mix with a rose tequila mama mia spanish girl look over here mira
.. red cups blue cups liquor .. colors these pills got me on a ..
you ain't know matrix was about trust .. hit the couch and relax
we are rolling where are you going
[Tila]: B-Dozeir, Hot Rod; Tila. Oh, my god!
Verse 1:
[[Hot Rod]]
I like to fuck everyday, every night.
I like to fuck when it's wrong, when it's right.
I like to fuck if she black, if she white.
I like to fuck if it's loose, if it's tight.
Chaka Kahn!
I met this girl named Tammy,
I ploughed her in Mami,
the way she want it gettin up on in my studio
while she landed the grammy. [Applause].
All my girlfriends tip, 'cause I give good dick; away
and make 'em all say daddy! (daddy repeats in background).
Like fuck, yah, that's what's up--every thirty seconds gotta
bust a nut.
Chorus:[[B Dozier]]
Baby don't take it personal, when I go
and fuck these hoes. Let's talk about the word
fuck for a second---I make love to you! Don't get
it fucked up baby your my queen; even though I
go and put my dick and everything. Baby it's just cause---
Verse 2:
[[Hot Rod]]
I like to fuck, bitch; once you go black, you
ain't never going back. Pop up in my Cadillac; let's
go for a ride baby, you ain't gotta take ya panties off,
just move 'em to the side---[side]; the side, now I'm fuckin'
with the lights. Pretty bitch, lights on. Ugly bitch, lights off. I
got money, I'ma boss; hustlin' like Ricky Ross!
Yeah! Faces down, asses up, that's the way I like to fuck!
No hands, drippin' wet; that's the way you like to suck!
Chorus:[[B-Dozier]]
Baby don't take it personal, when I go
and fuck these hoes. Let's talk about the word
fuck for a second---I make love to you! Don't get
it fucked up baby your my queen; even though I
go and put my dick and everything. Baby it's just cause---
Verse 3:[[Tila]]
I like to fuck, sexy boys; sexy girls. I like to fuck
leather pants; jerry curls! I like to fuck; suck
cock until I hurl! I like to fuck everybody in
the world--Michael Jackson! [hehe]!
A shot of Tequila gets 'em real hot! I blow
the dozier; ride the hot rod! Squirt like the
wipers on my hot car, ama say ama sa ma ma
coosa! Sucking on my titties so milky! I get dirty
wit it, I'm so filthy! Do it like you wanna make
a baby, yeah milf me! If it ain't yours, you can still
come and drill me, rightttt?
Chorus:[[B-Dozier]]
Baby don't take it personal, when I go
and fuck these hoes. Let's talk about the word
fuck for a second---I make love to you! Don't get
it fucked up baby your my queen; even though I
go and put my dick and everything. Baby it's just cause---
[Hot Rod]
I like to fuck! [Yeah, Yeah].
Young hot to the rod, hell yeah;
I like to fuck! [Yeah, Yeah].
Tila Tequila, yeah she likes to fuck! [right, right]
My nigga B-Dozier; yeah he likes to fuck! [what]!
Do you like to fuck? [haha], let's go!
woo! hey! hey!
hey! [echoes hey]
2 x chorus
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say
Now she's my prada girl and I'm a gucci mane
She's my freaky girl, no she don't' play no games
She got her money right, top down, late night
She got a hair down louie hells dress tight
She got a lot of friendes they're rollin Benz's
Don't' f*ck with nothing but don't take a buns alisted
I bet the kisses taste so delicious
Next time I see her I'm going on a mission
She just walked up in the club
Now she's doing the thing upon the dance floor
Now all of these niggas is coming up to her runnin their game
But she don't em' hear no.
2 xchorus:
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say
Now just break it down baby, break break it down baby
Shake it down baby, shake shake it down baby
Now Hop in my mercedes, don't want to be my lady
We can take it back to the mid 80's
They get mad when we show up every time that we roll up in the
room
'Cause we shut this shit down
Cause u mad when we show every time that we're rollin up in the
room cause we shut this shit down
She just walked up in the club
Now she's doing the thing upon the dance floor
Now all of these niggas is coming up to runnin their game
But she don't hear no.
[2 x chorus:]
[Young Hot Rod:]
Ha ha ha, whoo
Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer
Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer
Put ya hands up
Nigga put ya hands up
The industry is in trouble and i'm the answer
[Verse: Young Hot Rod]
Man they hatin' on the kid
Fif set a pick
I go around shoot, swish
We the shit
Collar stay flipped
The black chrome on the kicks
Saw ya chain in the back of the sauce you ain't slick
Chicks love a pimp
Bitches they love a simp
Me I get the chicks
And you, you get the bitch
See me I lean on 'em
I don't drop gees on 'em
But some bump & grind just so they can pee on 'em
God damn I'm so hot I'm so sure
They take way more
Out of my check then they put on yours
Damn, you bunny niggas just hop back
You put your little album out nobody 'gon cop that
The game we lock that
Stop bitin' the hand that got that
Food in it
You losin' abusin the Unit
You gettin' woozy hearin the bars that I'm usin'
The flows layed back on the track I'm cruisin'
Bitch hop in the Coozy (shit)
Actin' all Boojee
I'm a rich nigga yay you'll fuck me if your choosy
I'm pop-u-lar
I stay hot for ya
I spit crack and let Whoo Kid chop it up (ha ha ha)
And it was no accident
That yo bitch went down south on me for so long she came up with an accent
(damn)
And words don't speak as loud as actions
Protection I got two types of Mags in the mattress
I'm in the zone you play it man to man
So what I'm tryin to say is ya'll some faggots
And then I hop up in the Rolls, you hop up in the van
[Young Hot Rod: Talking]
Whoo yeah its ya boy
[Tony Yayo: Talking]
Yeah, Hot Rod.... & Tony Yayo
[Verse 1: Young Hot Rod]
Ah man its the Unit comin' up the block
Ya chicks lookin' over here like she wanna pop
Ya hatin' on the kid well boy you better stop
If you don't know my name well you can call me Hot
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo]
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] West coast in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:] GGGGGG G Unit
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] West coast in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:]) GGGGGG G Unit
[Verse 2: Young Hot Rod]
I ain't hurt nobody man I came to play
But G Unit is the gang so you know I'm OK
Me and Mary J
Got a nice pay day
And 50 put me with niggas that hold AKs
The Unit brought New York back like Flavor Flav
So please stop talking about that shit every day
You boys talk slick well say what you say
But even if its June better call for Mayday
I ain't gangsta but
Got a gangsta strut
With a gangsta bitch in a gangsta truck
Got some gangsta Chucks bout ta lace 'em up
I don't usually name drop what up Banks and Buck?
Got 50 Cent shotty got Dre in the back
Eminem on the phone and Banks holdin' the yak
Snoop got the hos and Tip got the dro
I'm just playin' with ya'll man I gots to go
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo]
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] Tony Yayo in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:] GGGGGG G Unit
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] Tony Yayo in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:] GGGGGG G Unit
[Tony Yayo: talking]
Yeah nigga Talk Of New York
I'm on probation off parole
Ya'll niggas know what time it is man
no more talking
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
I'm in the BM with ya mam and she look like Hoops
45 got me dangerous like Koreans with nukes
Nigga ride through ya projects eager to shoot
Listen Yay is diabolical
My soldiers'll body you
Creep through ya hood with a big dirty nine
Shoot you in ya spine
Have you do the Dirty Whine
Shoot one of them, shoot two of them, shoot three of them
Two of 'em is dead
The other is a vegetable on a respirator
Shot him in the eye through his Gucci Aviators
Now you can't see, you dumb, deaf and blind
My shorty let off the Mac I let off the Nine
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo]
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] Tony Yayo in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:] GGGGGG G Unit
[Young Hot Rod:] G Unit in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod:] Hot Rod in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What what what what
[Young Hot Rod:] Tony Yayo in the house
[Tony Yayo:] What nigga what
[Young Hot Rod & Tony Yayo:] GGGGGG G Unit
[Tony Yayo: Talking]
Can't sleep on the motherfuckin' Unit man
Word up man
Now niggas is goin' hard man
You know what I'm sayin'
[Intro]
High speed Lambo' music!
Swiching lanes, getting blaze, whattup?
Sack Town, whattup?
AZ whattup?
[Chorus 1: {50 Cent}]
When me and Beyoncé was "Hm-Hm! " kissing,
{I was cooking one thousand grams in my kitchen! }
When Jay-Z found out that she was my boo,
Man I was gettin' head from Rihanna in my Coop!
I gotta fully loaded whip, hella hoes on my dick!
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
I got a fully loaded whip, 23's and shit! (yeeeeeeeaaah!)
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
[Verse 1:]
Man, I ain't sayin' in my Beama - listenin' to ether. (yeah!)
Man I'm in my Lambo' - chillin', watchin' "Rambo". (hahaha!)
Hate niggaz be like: "Yeah, it's O! " (whooooo!)
Then I tellin' at you wrong, which is you if you'd be a' asshole. (yeeeeeeaaaaaahhh!)
Sniiiiiiiiff! I'm off the purple haaazy! (oooh!)
My Coop were straighjacket, yeah it's so craaazy! (crazy!)
And my C just so laaazy! (yeah!)
Man I look like money - that's why these people chase me. (whooooo!)
And if a Fer' raw fo' 30 (yeah!)
I need my car wash, I just roll thru the 30! (yeah!)
Want C in the middle - I ride soul (uh-huh!)
On my whip, it's so shiney, I spray, yo it's so blow! (soooooooo bloow!)
Ooh, no! Po'-po' on my ass,
Goddamn man, want sixty on the desk. (desk...)
Pedal hit flow! - Flow hit the pedal! (pedal...)
I got a full blast, M.O.P heavy metal. - Uuuuggggghhhhhhhh!
[Chorus 2: {50 Cent}]
When Britney and Madonna was "Hm-Hm! " kissing,
{I was cooking one thousand grams in my kitchen! }
And when she was tellin' Kevin: "I love you Boo! "
Man, I was out buying new shoes fo' my crew!
I gotta fully loaded whip, hella hoes on my dick!
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
I got a fully loaded whip, 23's and shit! (uh, yeah!)
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
[Verse 2:]
"Naah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! Nigga getcha ice some (yeah!)
Buy 'em in a Phantom, you are in a Chrysler! " (whoooo!)
Fleck said it you got one more summer, (summer!)
After that bread it, give it to ya baby momma! (momma!)
Get a big body S-550 mista (yeeeah!)
I see you gay, that's want ya baby sista! (hahaha!)
My chip game - propa! My grip game - propa! (yeah!)
My dick game - propa's on a chick game propa. (whooo!)
I'm in +The Fastlane+, leanin' to the West (Weeest!)
King Kong boy, I be beatin' on my chest! (cheeest!)
King Kong whip, I be beatin' on tha hood (hood!)
She can't come to the house - so I'm beatin' on tha hood! (on tha hood!)
Runnin' red likes I don't care, I'm rich (whaaat?)
Ooh, waov, check it MySpace, on my site, kid! (whattup dawg?)
I got a fully loaded whip - whip! (uh-huh!)
Yeah, man Sin Shotty is a chick - chick! (daaamn!)
[Chorus 3: {50 Cent}]
When me and your moma was "Hm-Hm! " kissing
{I was cooking one thousand grams in my kitchen! }
When she was tellin' your daddy: "I love you Boo! "
I'm a still out stands, lookin' for my other shoes!
I got a fully loaded whip, hella hoes on my dick!
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
I got a fully loaded whip, 23's and shit! (yeeeeeeeaaah!)
I got, I got a fully loaded whip!
[Outro:]
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah!
HotRod! (I got, I got a fully loaded whip!)
AKA Mick Swag'!
I got a fully loaded whip!
I got a fully loaded dick!
But the boss and your bitch... (hehe!)
Now she's a fully loaded bitch!
Hahahahaha!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaah! (I got, I got a fully loaded whip!)
Whattup 50 nigga?
[Woman:]
Hey baby you wanna go out?
You wanna go out honey?
Spend any money
Come here cutie
Hey come here
Did you hear what I said?
I said come here
Come here daddy
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod]
My niggas pull the fo' fo' out
They bangin'
If you in the club better get down in a hurry
Bitches you better hurry
Niggas you better hurry
Bitches you better hurry
Niggas you better hurry
This bitch is ho now she hatin'
I bet five that her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Its probably dirty
[Verse 1: Young Hot Rod]
Man I switch lanes
Quick man
Up in a big Range
I got the shit man
That make you shit in ya Hanes
I pimp the game man
I'm entertaining
Way more than these lames
That claim
They gang bang
And me I ain't bangin'
But this nigga with me shit he stay bangin'
Why? because I pay him damn
I ain't ashamed
To say all the things I say
Because either way man I'm gettin' paid
You catch me in a coupe
You catch me in a drop
You catch me with some loot you'll catch me with alot
Nigga I'm gettin' drunk I got the Remy tucked
In the Ferrar I say giddy up
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod]
My niggas pull the fo' fo' out
They bangin'
If you in the club better get down in a hurry
Bitches you better hurry
Niggas you better hurry
Bitches you better hurry
Niggas you better hurry
This bitch is ho now she hatin'
I bet five that her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Her pussy probably dirty
Its probably dirty
[Woman:]
Hey baby wanna go out?
(Nah)
You wanna go out honey?
Come here cutie
Hey come here
Did you hear what I said?
I said come here
Come here daddy
[Intro: Young Hot Rod]
Yeah!
Hahahhh!
Know what it is mayne!
It's ya boy HotRod a/k/a... Mick Swagger!
Whattup Jimmy?
Haha!
Feel like they hate mayne.
We gon' do this...
Yeah! Yeah...
GGG-GGG- G-Unit!
[Chorus: Young HotRod]
I'm feelin' like this niggas don't like me (yeah!)
It's pro'ly cause this niggas don't like me. (whooo!)
I polish with my wood green, while I'm on good, mayne
Yeah, up in the hood, mayne. - Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!
Feelin' like this lil' niggas hate me (take me!)
It's pro'ly cause this lil' niggas hate me. (take me!)
I'm shining when I'm pop up, cause I'm on rocked up
Nigga getcha guap up. - Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!
[Young Hot Rod:]
Check me out! - I came for the Loot (uh-huh!)
Livin' in tha +Fastlane+, call my house the Coop. (the Coop!)
And it's all in the wrist boy, watch me shoot
+Ballin'+! (Baaaaaallin'!) I'm hittin' on net, no both. (okay!)
And I'm hit a stay, lil' nigga you's a fluke! (okay!)
Don't want fifty all of me, I love to puke! (whooooooooooo!)
Act crazy when I show up, (yeah!) my hits tell the flow-up (yeah.)
Naaah, I ain't goin' grow up, I'm a tortures kid. (tortures kiiiiiiiiiiid!)
I'm in tha Lee[? ], while you chillin' on my grand view, (whoo!)
Got your prize on 'em; they don't shine like my ears, dude. (naaah!)
100's of interviews, yeah this people love me! (they love me!)
I told ya bitch I'm good luck, so she robs me. (hahahaaaaa!)
No Hummer! You ugly, I'm handsome! (whooo!)
Naah, I ain't stingy, I got hoes; you can have some! (you can have some...)
Stop nigga, don't arrest 'em, (whoo!) you catch mo' B's
When 100 niggas do somethin', go nigga ask 'em! (Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
[Chorus]
[Young Buck:]
You never know when death's comin', all you hear is gunshots (BOOM!)
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block. (yeah!)
When the popsicle the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked. (C'MON!)
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me.
Every day's a death threat (WHAT?) - but I ain't dead yet (WHAT?)
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set. (BLAAAT!)
Don't know where I slept at, just know where my Tec at
It's the 1st of the month, my bitch ain't got her check yet.
Juvie left me in California, I don't respect that
I love him too much to beef - so I'm a accept that.
But I'm a just step back, and focus on Buck (YEAH!)
Tired of ridin' in yours, I'm bout to buy my own truck. (C'MON!)
Got to try my own luck, +Get Rich Or Die Tryin'+
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone! - Lord knows I ain't lyin'; niggaz...
Fuego, yeah, Hot Rod
Listen up baby girl, meet me on the dance floor
We gonna take this one to the moon, moon, moon, moon
Oh, I got it you got it we can have it together
Me in back and you in front of me that feel so much better
So DJ play my song, DJ play my song,
We rocking to this shit, all night long
And now the dance floor's on fire, make it rain up in the club
The way you moving got me thinking I'm in love
One finger to the sky and thank Him up above
Together we so amazing, we so amazing
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
Tonight we got the dance floor burnin' up, moving to the beat
Got my hands all over you and yours all over me
No English, body language we don't have to speak
It's getting hot, I think it's 'bout time for something to drink
And now the dance floor's on fire, make it rain up in the club
The way you moving got me thinking I'm in love
One finger to the sky and thank Him up above
Together we so amazing, we so amazing
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight...
I take the stage with the pain, and let the money rain in
I'm not into hating, your bitch I just done laid in
My mission is submission, let you out on one condition
Let me rock it till you give in, cause I gotcha, gotcha
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, tonight, tonight
Dance with me tonight and if you wanna rock with me tonight
Then you should be on top of me tonight
Then we're gonna ride it babe, ride me babe, aye
[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Woogie}]
Yeah! {Y'all know this is... }
Yeah! {Tha "Chase Da Cat"! HotRod! 50 Cent! }
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shawty shake that thing; I said shake that thing, girl you know,
I like the way you move it. [gunshot]
Ain't shit change; same bitch, same game, girl you know,
You rockin' with The Unit! (Unit!) [shot]
Girl you hit the floor, girl you already know
How we do it, do it, doo it, {YEAH! }
When the hits come on, if my click ain't gone,
We gone do the same two step to it...
[Chorus: 50 Cent (HotRod)]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now, pick it up, drop it, work dat back. [shot] {DAMN! }
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, {SHADYVILLE! }
Girl work it out. [shot] - Work it out... [shot]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat, {Can't forget Hall Fame Music! }
Drop it now pick it up, drop it, work dat back,
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, (Yeeaaaaaah!) {Queens! }
Girl work it out. (hahahaha!) - Work it out... (whooooo!)
[Young HotRod:]
Guess who's bidack? (wha'?) - Comin' with tha cridack, (yeah!)
It's Fiddy and the boy HotRoooood. (HotRoooood!)
Homie put 'em to the spot and the blue old schoooool
E'rybody be like: "Oh, my Goooood! " (Oh, my God!) {GET BACK! } [gunshot]
You gotta...
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, Youkno'msayin'?
Hey, how you work... how you work this?
Turn it up!
Turn the music up, man! [shot]
Turn it up so they can hear it louder out there, man! [echoes]
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {Y'all know the drama! } [shot]
Yeah! {My nigga Spider Loc! }
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shawty shake that thing; I said shake that thing, girl you know,
I like the way you move it. {WestCoast! }
Ain't shit change; same bitch, same game, girl you know,
You rockin' with The Unit! (Unit!) {JAY TRIZZY WHATTUP? }
Girl you hit the floor, girl you already know
How we do it, do it, doo it,
When the hits come on, if my click ain't gone, {MR. MEASE! }
We gone do the same two step to it...
[Chorus: 50 Cent (HotRod)]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now, pick it up, drop it, work dat back. [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack,
Girl work it out. - Work it out...
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now pick it up, drop it, work dat back, [shot]
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, (Yeeaaaaaah!) {CAN'T FORGET HP TV! }
Girl work it out. (hahahaha!) - Work it out... (whooooo!)
[Young HotRod:]
Guess who's bidack? (wha'?) - Comin' with tha cridack, (yeah!)
It's Fiddy and the boy HotRoooood. (HotRoooood!)
Homie put 'em to the spot and the blue old schoooool
E'rybody be like: "Oh, my Goooood! " (Oh, my God!) {GET BACK! } [car crash]
You gotta shake that thang, mama Yayo gotta workin',
Got a little home, baby Yayo got a turkey. (turkey!)
I got diamonds and the chain rolls goooold (whoooo!)
Pick up my hoes, like they stuck in my nooooose. [shot]
Hop in Mardi Gras! (uh-huh, uh-huh!)
Put beats on the Coupe, cause we drop to top! (okay!) [blast]
It's The Unit in the house, gotta rock the spot (g'eah!)
Talk greasy and lagoons like pop to top. (whooooooooo!)
Homie, gotta get griller, the boy that spiller
Any thing on my chinchilla. (chinchilla!)
And don't get bitter, cause the chick get the cheddars
You know, don't reala! I'm illa! {G-UNIT! } - E-Unit!
[Chorus: 50 Cent (HotRod)]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now, pick it up, drop it, work dat back.
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack,
Girl work it out. - Work it out... ("It's Queens' kid, baby! ")
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now pick it up, drop it, work dat back,
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, (yeeah!)
Girl work it out. (yeah!) - Work it out... (haha!) {It's the "Knight Rider" mixtape! }
[Young HotRod:]
Man, mean out the ride, got cheese on mind (mind!)
He's gonna knock, put G's on the line. (line!)
It's Whitney out there, yeah it's brizzy outside
And ya hoes out there's, gotta brizzy outside. (uh-huh!) {COW WHATTUP? } [car crash]
Armies are sayin' that I'm fresh! (fresssssh!)
We want the fifty, want the prems, sittin' to the West. (Wessssst!)
And I'm on tha team, so I gotta feel the press-er
Get the Henny, gotta get sum'hin' on my chest. (on my chest!)
Naah! Henny for the moneyyyyy! (whoo, whooo!) Henny for the honeyyyyy! (whoo, whooo!)
No, I'm smart boy, so I stay with from dummies. (dummies!) [shot] {DAMN! }
Diamond good, got food in the tummy (yeah!)
And I'm a style good, sway you got a luv meeeee. (whooo!)
Don't want 80, and y'all can cash me (hahaha!)
And I arm play BM, I call 'em: "Wesley"! (yeah!)
Girl be quiet, please don't test me! (why-yy?)
Cause Willy I. Lee O.S. crig like nasty. (naa-aaahhhh!) {G-UNIT! }
[Chorus: 50 Cent (HotRod)]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat, {IT'S THE "KNIGHT RIDER" MIXTAPE! }
Drop it now, pick it up, drop it, work dat back.
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, {YO' BOY, DJ WOOGIE, DJ MANDOG}
Girl work it out. - Work it out...
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now pick it up, drop it, work dat back,
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack,
[Mary J. Blige:]
You better be easy, you got to take ya time to get what you want from me, shawty.
Baby, be easy, I'ma need a little more if you're trying to bring your game on me.
Oh baby, be easy, you better take what you can get because right now I'm all messed up, shawty.
You better be easy, it's gonna take all you got, oh baby, take your time and fall back, easy.
[Young Hot Rod:]
Yeah, nigga lean to the back, be easy Jack, get G's off her track, 23's on lacks.
Now, new day new timbos, new day new bimbos, roll up that window, give me that indo.
I only pimp the ones who wanna be pimped though, ass, ho, sometimes I'm a man that's gentle.
Two ho's, shit, that's some managetwa, got they tongue on my thing, they goin' "la la la".
I ain't trick no bread, only dimes when I had em', I ain't had no gun when I was poppin at em'.
Fifth coppped a phantom and I hopped in a phantom and they ain't hop in a phantom and they
hopped in they saturn. And they actin' all hard, all mean and macho, I'm earin' these chips so
this cheese is nachos. So get your ass to the rear, as a matter of fact, g-g-g-g-g-g get yo' ass out of here.
[Mary J. Blige:]
You better be easy, you got to take ya time to get what you want from me, shawty.
Baby, be easy, i'ma need a little more if you're trying to bring your game on me.
Oh baby, be easy, you better take what you can get because right now i'm all messed up, shawty.
You better be easy, it's gonna take all you got, oh baby, take your time and fall back, easy.
[Young Hot Rod:]
Yeah, now I chase this ho, she was acting all prude, she showed a little bit of swag, she end up in the cuzzi.
Little time passed, she was giving up booty, first time I met her she was calling me "Moody".
Chill with me mama, I'ma get the nana, as for that Prada, you're gon' end up with nada.
Creep me up in your teepee, call me "Pappa", did you know that D is supreme like dada.
I don't be up in the club doin' the chacha, cute girl asked me if she cute, I'm like "Uh uh".
Now that's game, I hope y'all listen, cause evereybody say she cute, me, im different.
It aint my fault that you's a lame, 9-6 you was broke, 0-6 is the same.
Now, you mad cause im hot with a little bit of fame and your chicks sprung off me sorta like T-Pain.
[Mary J. Blige:]
You better be easy, you got to take ya time to get what you want from me, shawty.
Baby, be easy, i'ma need a little more if you're trying to bring your game on me.
Oh baby, be easy, you better take what you can get because right now i'm all messed up, shawty.
[Young Hot Rod: Talking]
Yeah man you don't like me
Nigga kill yourself man
You know waht i'm talkin about?
I ain't 'gon do it for you nigga
I ain't like that (ha ha)
[Verse 1: Young Hot Rod]
I'm with the Unit now I got them niggas that like to wild out like Nick (Cannon)
Yeah, cause I'm that new kid eatin' them steaks
while you shoppin for that beef top runnin'
Dreams get shattered
I fuck girls faster
While your ass is a captain call you William Shatner
After all
Look little nigga ask ya moms
She used to dribble on my nuts like a basketball
Pizzle, this and that, this is fact
Mickey Dees ain't open but them boys got them big macs (wow)
Chit chat
With ya chick jack
Right quick
Yeah, I'm a hit that bitch with my night stick
Kiss that? nah nigga I ain't kiss that
Got a big stash
In the Benz with the big ass
My Cadillac got a big dick yeah its true
It got big feet so I got him big shoes
Listen you, yeah yeah its the master
Hot Rod you call me Mr. Mick Swagger
I be mad If I be you
I see, yeah I see you
The reason is the Phantom
Is zonin'
The answers is all in
The bars that I'm callin'
niggas is still sleep
I'm stuntin in the Harley
You at a slumber party
Wake yo ass up like 5 A.M. in the army
Wake yo ass up 5 A.M. in the morning
You tired ass niggas and bitches is still yawning
While I live like a king yo ass still pawning
Shit out your garage
While I whip out the Ferrar.. ri
First round lottery pick I'm like Lebron
First Banks then Buck hands me the baton
I sell a few mill and hand the shit to Fif
He sell another 11 mill G Unit is the shit
[Young Hot Rod: Talking]
Ahh, oh oh oh oh god
Oh shit, I just busted man
I just busted on the track man
Whoo ha ha
Don't touch me bitch
Don't touch me
I'm sensitive
I'm sensitive
Gimme something to drink
Yeah, gimme some of that vitamin water baby
Yeah put it in the cup
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeah, drink of champions man
ha ha ha
[Verse 1: Young Hot Rod]
Sometimes I think that ya'll be too sprung off these hoes
Too sprung off these bitches
Y'all be givin' 'em ya money while u should be Larry Flynchin'
I'll be at the roundtable with my niggas handlin' bidness
I got a bad bitch but helll naw I won't be Wizzin'
Cause I don't get down like that
She just want the stash
She ain't put the work that I put in
Don't come at me with that
She gon leave ya ass when u fall off
I agree with that
Getcha wake up call and I'm a say oooh you needed that
Nah I ain't exaggeratin' shit all these hoes like that
They start blowin' up ya phone when u got it like that
And you think it's cool cause you got racks on racks on racks
Now you outta rent money cause she got a fat ass
Nooooo don't do it
Please don't do it
Cause when you got no paper all ya hoes go thru it
And when you got no money you think they gon' stay
Man this is somethin' I ain't gotta say
This is somethin' we know
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod]
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hoes
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hooooooes
They Hoooooes they hoes they hoes
Gold diggin' hoes
And when we are no longer on the rise
They fuck them other guys
And it really shouldn't even be a surprise
It's just somethin' we know
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hooooooes
Yeea
All the gold diggas Sayy:
Money over everythin, money on my mind
[Verse 2: Young Hot Rod]
I'm a leave ya ass when ya bank accounts empty
I told Wiz Khalifa "It happens all the time"
Then he pulled a strap and said "Rod don't tempt me"
I said "Look nigga dooooon't you shoot"
"Cause I'm just really watchin' oooooover you"
"And killin's not what you suppoooooosed to do"
He said "Why it gotta be like that"
Even though he could not deny the fact that it was... true
Naw I ain't really tryin' a hurt no feelings
Just so many hoes out there schemin' tryin' a make a killin'
Poke a hole in the condom now u unmarried with children
Now X you out now it's just her with all of ya millions
Now she got it like that
Just look at Kelis and Nas you got bodied like that
I would never ever let a bitch rob me like that
The game I know how to play it
I don't even gotta say it
Hey know
[Chorus: Young Hot Rod:]
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hoes
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hooooooes
They Hoooooes they hoes they hoes
Gold diggin' hoes
And when we are no longer on the rise
They fuck them other guys
And it really shouldn't even be a surprise
It's just somethin' we know
They Hoooooes, they hoes, they hooooooes
All the gold diggas Sayy:
