uhuh, uh, yo
uhuh, uh yo
See around here
How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin?
Left to right, right to left
uh, its so so def
and uh, yo, let it go
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on
Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on
One for my niggas aint down for hoes
Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows
Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch
Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich
Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know
Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo
On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper
Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur
These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby
But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady
Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me
And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G
And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me
You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me
Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss
Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off
Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride
uh, South-side, South-side
If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me
Playboy J to the, E-N-D
Steady showin niggas how we do it down south
Steady ridin shit that aint even came out
In the club, VIP is where you find me at
Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act
Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back
"If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that"
If its my shit, off the top you can tell
Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale
Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail
Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL
See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash
Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash
Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits
Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side
Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches
Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches
Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes
Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's
Niggas best believe imma represent
Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents
Where the real niggas went, imma let you know
Lay back with the strap, and they aint found no mo'
These lil niggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin
I know yo momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen
Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon
Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon
And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye
No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out
Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out
All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out
Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese
Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees
Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang
Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up
See the money ain't a thang
I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside
Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up
Multi til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?
My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names
The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do
Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'
I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing
Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B; chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice
Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game
Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy
So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is..
All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?
Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later
See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'
Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick
Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can't get close to me
Now who you 'posed to be?
Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
[Featuring Da Brat Usher]
Come on
See I been lookin' at the game ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance say you wanna get down?)
The thing that's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA
[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox I push the hot wheels
Don Chi Chi with the mass appeal
Letting champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, do he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?
[Da Brat]
Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh
[JD]
Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
[Usher]
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you
[Da Brat]
Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the shock comments
Illinois, my crew make more noise than yours
Fitting the night on tour, making them sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Chrisies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
[JD]
I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too much, sayin' ya oughta see us
It's like this here
I rock the party with Cartier wristwear
In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair
And I got lots of dough, lots in sto'
C. to the E-O
Whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
So whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
[Usher]
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party (uh huh, uh huh)
With you, hey
[JD]
See I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
So phat niggas called me Professor Clump
I ain't gonna front, yeah, I like the floss
And I ain't gotta lie about the girls I toss, you know?
[Da Brat]
Betta' ask ya' lil' man's where his dough went
Needed mo' rent
We got bent, you know the rest
I split, spent some, lent some to my friends
You wanna get down, you gotta get in
[JD]
Come on
Whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Now whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
[Usher]
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what)
I party (uh huh, uh huh)
With you, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah (ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
Is that aight?
All I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Is that aight?
Come on
[Usher]
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop
I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur
A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out
Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back
Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
Uh, all around the world girls know about me
Ridin' up and down old N-A-T
Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi
Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin'
Same J.D., same game again
Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin
And I love it when they let me come through
Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress
No, where you going, no, where you been
No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh)
Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what)
That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her
And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you
Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound)
Baby shake it up like dice
Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice
Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel
J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale
Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back
She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back
So we gon', laze up, in my tunes
And lock up for days in a hotel room
Pull the pink thong to the West (West)
Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest
And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian
List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion
Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one
Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh
Lord knows, flows, I kick expose
Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes
Never knew she was so disgustin'
Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and
With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in
For seven, four, O, I, L, N
Head so compellin', I'm tellin'
Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin'
Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin'
A new one, so it's never no confusion
My solution, is distribution
One I require, this kids retire
Retails, mines, females, mines
Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced
But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout
Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house
I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath
I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step
Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left
She ain't that fine, but she does it the best
Westside riders, do what they want
Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump
We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want
When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front
She knows I got a girl, whatever
She knows I fucked her girl, whatever
She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever)
She knows I can't be her man, whatever
Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D.
Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G
Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C.
After the party it's the Waffle House
If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about
Where people don't dance all they do is this
And after the original you know what it is
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix it had to go down
I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square
I don't know about you but I miss the freaknik
Cause that's where my city use to be real slick
People from other cities use to drive from miles
Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
Monday night you know things change with time
Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine
All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz
Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit
Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo'
Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do'
Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool
Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club
Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday gettin me some sleep please!!!
I'm on my way to the deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla!!!
Ay yo I'm from New York man!!!
Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest
I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin
Take that....
Welcome To New York niggas, where we don't play
And out of towners get got like everyday
And the gangstas are gangsta in every way
Sittin on twenty two's this what long money do
Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday we layin low and hay lo sippin cris and we straight
Monday we go to bundle away
Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake
And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York
Hot now top down at the Rucker game
New coup no roof playa what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
Uptown what now?! let's make it happen
New York,if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
We still here!!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!!
Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist
I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it
I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the Louie
Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie
Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces
Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it
All got habits bitches exstatic
By two cats and coats with automatics
St. Louis, the truth like Sigourna
Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge
Without permission from those St. Lunatics
Yo-yo-yo-yo
Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from off tour
And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from
Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees
O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds
Now laters, jellybeans, and wallabees
Real niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened
Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb
They movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve
Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm
Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs
Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog
Like Kobe to Shaq now take that
(Jermaine Dupri: Take that take that)
Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map
And sittin by the sea, R.I.P.
JD, you know about the L.B.C.
Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas
Real cop pillas, real shot fillas
Ain't no squeelas, alot of niggas
Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang
Yeah we do the damn thang
Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine
Head to the church house to get a little workout
Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho
Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
featuring Nas
[Nas]
Spit at the world
My lyrics I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts spit on whacks my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch make the ice shine
Spit trife lines .44 spit slugs out
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
Careful comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
[JD]
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Collin Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
[JD]
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
Too much to handle, here da man of the year
Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
You can look up or down, right or left
But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def
[Chorus, JD then Nas]
Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out
I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle
I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me"
My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion
I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party
[Backdrop]
All night long {'til when?}
Til the early morn (it don't stop)
And uh (it don't quit)
And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)
[guy talking]
Ladies and gentleman, I don't know what this is coming down through the
audience. With all his bad looking clothes on and that over-sized hat, and
raggidy clothes and all this stuff. Looks like he just came out of a basement.
Oh I forgot, ladies and gentle man, we have the star of the show this evening,
the one and only: [ripped disc - timbaland's chica chica? - cant explain]
JD MOTHA FUCKA
Let Me Be the One- JD
Somebody told me you were leaving, I didn't know
Somebody told me you're unhappy, but it doesn't show
Somebody told me that you don't want me no more
So you're walking out the door
Nobody told me you've been crying every night
Nobody told me you've been dying but didn't want to fight
Nobody told me that you fell out of love from me
So I'm setting you free
*Let me be the one to break it up so you won't have to make excuses
We don't need to fight just say our prayer
Someone wins and someone loses
We just have to say our love was true but has now become a lie
So I'm telling you I love you one last time and goodbye
Somebody told me you still love me, i don't know why
Nobody told me that you only needed time to fly
Somebody told me that you want to come back home
Our love is real again
(Repeat *)
If I just turn around and walk away
We don't have to live like this (no, no)
But if you love me still then stay
Don't keep me waiting for that final kiss
We can work together through this task or we can work through it apart
I just need to get this off my chest that you will always have my heart
Let me be the one...
(Repeat *)
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
To the ?? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that
I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
Never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build
Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home
Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we goin' home with me
Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
Then you need to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?
Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
Tellin' you how good you smell
Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin', baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
Where you said put the cake
How you fed me the grapes
What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song
Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about
I'm from the South, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice
In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice
Livin the life, that y'all dream of
Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega
You seen us, the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect
An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit
I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin)
Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J.
It's all pimp play, when it comes to me
An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down
An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all
Shits kinda sad y'all
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back ya'll
Who think he stallin?
I still ain't ballin
An' I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin
My dogs wanna hang (bark)
My bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thang
When all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines
Sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches
Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car
snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of ya'll come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I'm probably scemin'
While you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
Cause I paid to get in
An' now I gotta pray teethin'
Niggas goin' to parties
Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
What you thought
Cause you bought
A joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin'
An' I don't flow wit the dough
cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good
Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood
An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could
Keep it as real as me
An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be
Some next shit
Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit
Wreck shit
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD (That's me)
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
Ain't nobody ballin like me
It goes, mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the biggest baller of all
I got a 700, a Bentley, and a Magine
The girls just DIE when I'm ridin past
Live life like I'm sellin pies
Ah-rabian, with two or three wives
Two or three houses to hide
Ten cars that's parked outside
And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me
As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides
Four bedroom duplex in the sky
Nicknamed Lottery, cuz I don't stop spendin
When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin
Like the six moon-walkin, shit I ain't talkin
I'm straight livin it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin
I'm so frozen and you've been chosen,
to roll with me and Nate D-O double G, sing
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's
See ya around my block on the weekend
All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes
Ask me, what we did was crime
If not then I just say no, then I just say no
Three girls a date, that's my limit
We ballin outta control, we ballin outta control-ol
Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop,
You know I give you number one hits platinum hot
It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin like,
It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not
Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough
Hits for every chick with a size C tits
See it's like this, I don't mind wavin at you kids
but I can't manage to raise my wrist
Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready
My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti
Move like Andretti, redlinin
Whatever city I'm in, headlinin
At five a.m. I'm still lookin for mo'
Still gettin crunk, still lettin it flow
Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin Mo'
Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go
It's five o'clock in the mo'nin
Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo'
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go
Three girls and two of 'em sleepin
One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow
Sun's comin up, we still drinkin
We ballin outta control, really ballin outta control-ol
Dance, everybody
And everbody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
Lemme see y'all dance, everybody
Everybody just clap ya hands
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D
You know these niggas straight bang,
Big game D - ballin with the 21st street
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang
Down with JD
Still makin tight-ass beats
I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet
[Intro: T-Pain (Fabolous) {J.D.}]
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain}
I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
[Fabolous]
Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next
Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as
Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out
Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out
Nothin to scream about just back your Beemer out
Pack it up in the trunk, go back to Kima house
Cause I can play cool, but I can't play fool
There's options in break up, you ever play pool?
Better do you cause I damn sure does me
And what your buzz be is only because of me
The wifey, hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna another you so I'ma slide (yup)
But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay
[Chorus: T-Pain (Fabolous) {unlisted J.D. ad libs}]
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't)
[Fabolous]
Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones
Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne
Now, baby that lime with that Patron
Have me talkin crazy, it's time to come on home
Now, I talk with someone above
It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love
Don't lose someone you love though over your pride
Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side
We break up to make up at Jacob's baby
Her parents fought too, I'm the makeup baby
Wake up baby, love'll have you open though
I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show
So I just can't bet on the next hand
There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it
The next rap to show you I really been through it
Every other day I'm givin the love away
That's what your friend's sister or little brother say
If I'ma do somethin, it's the undercover way
When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way
And others may not see that we need each other
But if we on the same page we can read each other
They should learn us, instead of try to turn us
Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners - UP~!
If you love your baby then turn this up
Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup
Relax, don't be tryin to perm us up
We already straight - yesss
[Chorus]
[Jermaine Dupri]
Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man!
Y'knahmean; ain't no WAY you can't dance on this
Uhhh, T-Pain!
[T-Pain]
I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy
but it's hard for me to let you GO~!
Uh-huh-uh East coast (yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-huh-uh West coast (Uh-huh-uhhh)
Down in the dirty (where?)
Dirty dirty (aha ha)
C'mon
(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I put it down it makes you wanna
(Rock with me all night long)
(Rock with me)
Put ya hands up in the air so
(I can see)
That you feel it and never could get a
(Another JD)
How I rep the A town it makes ya
(Rock with me all night long)
Well it started off on the avenue
When I came up with the name called the So Def crew
It was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat pumping out the steam
I used to play with it, now I stay with it, Lay with it
And huh keep pumping out hits
Cause can't nobody do it like we does
This side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that knock, when they hear that knock
Y'all niggas think I'm gon stop (Please!)
Y'all won't see me on behind the scenes
But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching
Kris Kross was the begining of the linen and cars
Houses, hidden clubs, shutting down the bars
I was only 19 doing big big things
In the CP living the American dream
Then I signed Xscape, first album 1.8 (million)
New company, my shit looked great
But uh, me being the player that I am I couldn't stop
I just had to find me something else to take to the top
Something fly that'll catch your eye
Thats when I bumped into my little sister from the West side of Chi
Demo after demo we made
Got so funkdafied now we paid
Rap or R&B; we ain't playing
We demand y'all respect this afroman
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna
In every flight there's turbulance and I had some
But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb
'What should I do next?' that was going through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em
Three albums later, everyboby on 'em
Ain't a city you can go where the girls don't want 'em
Once again I was thinking 'whats next for me?'
Then I got a big call from my homie Steve
He said Hey, let throw something your way
It was none other than my brother they comparing to MJ
Girls can't stop screaming, three mill now
Everybody love him and his name is Bow Wow
As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer
And me and my crew get stronger
The more you wanna
See I've been doing what I'm doing for like 10 years man
Putting out fire man
You might remember Sometimes Leather, Monica,(aha ha)
Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte
Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy
Dru Hill, Da Brat, Xscape, Jagged Edge, (ha ha)
Kris Kross, Destiny's Child, and my little homeboy Bow Wow
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken
Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided
Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right
Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind
Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind
Check this out bitch, ya understand
Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker
And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker
Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason
Ya understand I'll make it for the season
Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe
We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied
Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah)
Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand
You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton
You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is
Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah)
Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit
Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness
Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand
And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on)
It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough
Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go
Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo
I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is
Bitch you can go
Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life
Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling)
One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen
Think about it
From the first time that ya heard me
Way back in the 90s early
Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT
I got the money, hoes, and power
We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha'
But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin'
Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin'
Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up
They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up
Candy cars, I'm a star
Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars
Young pimp I'm from the South
Run off put that piece in ya mouth
We Jone, fuck a clone
Keep a lil' bitch on my phone
All my cars blaze chrome
Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone
You ain't from no Memphis bitch
Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame
I be at home smokin' dro, dro
And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video
But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp
Flyin' high like a blimp
Write my name in the sky on track
Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch
He talkin' directly to you
Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it
I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver
Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like "Survivor"
Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine
And it's time to put up yo blinds
I might raise a pimp to shine
Decide to yo mind, desing
Two steps ahead of yo slow roll
You best to get a grip on ya world, world
Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl
Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl
Let her pay that is
Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy
That's just the way that is
And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be
So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside
Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me
Cause uh...
Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
Come on...bounce
Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce
I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now
Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all?
Could the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
Come on, drummer!
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this?
Its that Star Trak
Clipse, (get down!) So So Def
Question, ask any nigga
Rap or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got bitches out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?"
Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby
Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about houses? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Then talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk without it
Uh huh, oh
Yo, yo
Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger,
More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga
Its hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game that I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me
Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH
Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to move your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
It ain't too many things that exceed my reach
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off
As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as,
Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate them Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin',
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'
'for we compare paper, get your weight up
I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me live
I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball
So So Def
For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard
All you Range Roves, it's nothing
So put jams in the tens and pent
Leave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing
For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and
Keep making hits, it's nothing
For me to lose a G and bet back three
And let it stack, you know me
It's nothing
Flat shows, up all gold to watch
This for show, I connect all the dots
Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen
Been where I been, do you even think about
Coming hotter than
You could find me at the T top, C T gray
Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!
I make that, get you real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time
Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it
Like gray flow, like gray dough
Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow
Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through
Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
JD, babe ro, the Wizard of Oz
Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now
Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down
I live with it, do what the fuck I wanna
Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome
Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit
Out done cuz we outnumbered your clique
Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates?
The chain? The wrist?
Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit
Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch
Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out
If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints
Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint
Make they jump out they boxer draws
And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all
Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?
You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose
What the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uh
You know what? Hold up, stop the beat
R O C nigga, now drop the beat
Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me
Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary
Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted
Wanna floss?
ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across
Close your mouth hon, I run
Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard
Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks
Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?
So did we make y'all rock?
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
Shit, it's nothing
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
For me to make y'all rock
It's nothing
Coola lover make you bounce to this
L-A make you bounce to this
Everybody we gonna bounce to this
Gonna rock to this
Yo, yo it's a Harlem World thing
So grab something
Asks for dimes and up, if not have sumthin'
But come shake them hips like waiters take them tips
And bring half of the world I got plenty of space to fit
Except for me I makes you boogie
Boogie to the beat
Once beat bang boogie, I gotta party in the street
No Bacardi with heat, but a party full of peace
Jammin till I feel it in the bottom of my feet
Now dance if you gotta
Shake your pants if you gotta
Scream Cardan out in France if you gotta
Shake with me
Motivate, sweatigate, feel straight
Wake up in the morning at eight
I tell my baby girl, it's a whirl
I came here to party
Tell her friend, I'm a tell mine and we gone start it
J-D know all our hoes come to our doors
And the dance floor get to jam some more
Jam on it, jam on it
If you got what it takes just flaunt it
All my ladies in the house you want it
And all my fellas in the house get on it
Never see me in a watch without the rocks and the bezzle
And the band on the level
Niggas can't understand I'm the one you watch in the club all all night
On the top hoes love and call all night
It's the C-H-I-CHIO yo
With the drop with the pedal to the floor
Hoes come to me and get dressed, what they lookin for?
Lookin fly and I'm a die gettin mo doe
Niggas know I don't talk, I show in a flash
And don't exagerate cash in my heavyweight class
Get the ass y'all dream about
Hear niggas sing about
I ain't ever seen without
The dance floors packed and burnin up
Puttin cats on they back as I turn it up
Now tell me what yall wanna do
Get down and get ran through
That's how this little man do
Now, now, now for my ladies keep dancin
Fellas keep boppin
Shake what your mama gave and it don't stop wit it
Move side to side it wit it
Rock wit it
So much space you fit the whole block in it
So get on down, get on down
Now Harlem World it's on now, it's on now
Jam with me till you fill it in your middle back bone
If you fifteen to fifty you aint gotta act drone
One thing you got to give em (ass)
A little bit of rhythym (right)
Make em move from side to side then spin em (no lies)
I get em from the side or the middle
As long as I can turn sunshine into a drizzle
Cardan, so when I close
I say amen to the god that brought me here
Made the world so fear
Oh yeah, I'm bout to rock for this whole year
In this big city of rap, unless it's Joe Clear
Rock and roll with me, uh
Cardan make you bounce to this, uh
J-D, uh rock with me
Kam, uh, now rock with me
Say what, say what rock with me,uh
So So Def, uh, rock with me
Come on,uh-huh, Harlem World,uh-huh, rock, come on, come on
LA, uh-huh, VA, uh-huh, DC, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
HEL, come on, come on, come on
Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me now
Say what, say what, rock with me, come on baby baby just rock with me
Cardan, uh-huh, come on
J-D, come on
I been watchin' you so damn long
But I don't know what to say or do
I be sittin' around fantasizin?
?Bout what I wanna do to you
It's something about the way you move
Your body, I can't take
?Specially when you turn around
And you make you? ass shake
You the number one most requested
In the club like one of my jams
But no matter what, when I come in
You?re right here where I am
Breakin? it down like me in bed
Got a nigga spittin' up all his bread
Bendin? over to the front
Lookin' back at me like what you want
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha
And it don't matter if that's ya bitch wit? ya
He's my man in 2 so let's switch up
And we be lookin' at each other, get the picture
And my body not Beyonce
But big girls we rollin' it down
Light skinned, used to be way in
But brown skin is the hot shit now
Don't tell me, you?s a one hit wonder
Keep me hanging out on the shelf
You better act like I'm the real deal
And real bitches, I'm the last one left
Might never see me up in a thong
But I be rockin' my Adidas suit
Yo' chick can put a tight dress on
But she still won't look this cute
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
Shit if that's the case baby, what's it gon? take
For us to get it jumped off right now
I got checkbooks, credit cards, all that shit
Just tell me how it's gotta go down
Now usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though
'Cause you, super bad and for real though
Ooh can't wait for my lips to kiss your lips, both sets
But you don't hear me though
Ooh yes, I wanna splurge with ya credit cards
Let me drive your cars all up and down the boulevard
Ain't feelin' talk playa, go and play ya part
Yeah, I like ya Southern draw, might let you hit it raw
Is you ready for don't stop get it charred
Down by all, take you to the titty bar
These chicks ain't shit, I mean none of y'all
Come up with it, get it, run up till this shit is on
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gots ta getcha, no matter what it takes
I gots ta getcha and I won't make no mistakes
Baby, I gots ta getcha like I told you before
I gots ta getcha, please believe me for sure
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do
We're the Legion of Doom
1472 is the same cut throat and locs
and plenty dopes can you cope
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
and fly surf the snitches
Look up in the sky as the fly
My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
born and raised on that muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF!)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
I do it like a muthafucking rider
And I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
cause here comes the rider man
(rider man), nigga
I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)
Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
and don't forget to grab your strap
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
and you don't have to worry when we in your town
Just a young muthafucker from the street
forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
as shown as them, set kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45
if a red demon in it from the sky
Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
We serve and protect all the hustlers
and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east
Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)
Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can make 'em dance like I do
(You say you wanna dance, say you wanna get down?)
The thing what's funny is
Ya'll got the nerve to wanna P.H.D. me
Cuz I'm making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?
Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty mamma
Tapping some ass
And whether you believe it or not
You see us, So-So Def make ya'll true believers
My whole entourage keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
Yeah, uh
Whatcha'll wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Watcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party
(Uh huh, uh huh)
With you
Who dat?
She the one who love drama?
Keep it heated stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too much, sayin' ya oughta see us
It's like this here
I rock the party with Cartier wristwear
In the six, pretty bitches with the long hair
And I got lots of dough, lots in sto'
C. to the E-O
Whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
So whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what?)
Is party (uh huh, uh huh)
With you, hey
See I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
So phat now call me Professor Clump
I ain't gonna front, yeah, I like to floss
And I ain't gotta lie about the girls I toss, you know?
Betta' ask ya' lil' man's where his dough went
Needed mo' rent
We got bent, you know the rest
I split, spent some, lent some to my friends
If you wanna get down, you gotta get in
Come on
Whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
Now whatcha wanna do, huh?
Say you wanna get down, huh?
All we wanna do
(Say what, say what)
I party (uh huh, uh huh)
With you, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah (ooh)
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
Is that aight?
All I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Is that aight?
Come on
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah (Come on)
Ay, yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke
Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know
While y'all stretch your mouth I stretch my dough
Also stretch the doors on my Navigators
Long as the Olajuwon
Rock mine a Phenomenon Mr. Smith style
You wanna get uh, oh here he is now
Dot to the O caughted blow your shit down
Dot to the C you're feelin' me now?
Anyhow y'all niggaz can't measure up
I'm here to get my cheddar and who ever mess it up?
Then I'mma blow these rounds out, wet 'em up
For my dawgs like DMX who pound like Kurupt
And Snoopy in the club getting at the groupies
Stash the uzi tonight flash the jewelry
And just post up we can't be touched
All my niggaz say, "WHAT WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK"! (UH)
B-boy style hot like tical
Four, five cal, check into the profile of a killa
Sonny Black my mellow, my ace playa get on the
Microphone and rock it please
I'm make y'all niggaz feel the hit homie
None of y'all motherfuckers know me
Three times a niggaz like T.O.N.Y.
All up in your spot like Navy Seals, wave your steel
Lay your shit down, clown I'm for real
Spittin' Crips for chips, plant bombs in your whip
I bring the pain to the game on the real tip what?
Hittin' niggaz like JFK
For the pounds and the bricks and yay, hear what I say?
Squeezing off, just to mash and releasing off
Y'all motherfuckers shouldn't be so soft
Oh you type thug niggaz
Frump niggaz, yo I got no love niggaz
Expect the worse yo check it can make you see the hearse
Tell mama I'm about to break the button for the nurse
niggaz don't want it but they think they do
And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who?
You know I'm gonna make them dance when I step in the club
Well I know another way to make 'em put their hands up
I drop the beat on
I cock the heat on
I got this party niggaz
We lock the street corners
Well it's him again, the Timbaland lacer
You trembling in the faces, Detroit hates us
Take us, come smooth the hard shit, rock jewelry
Like Mr. Antarctic
Watch our hands move regardless of the chartless
Cock your automatic
So the safest thing for you to do is shut the fuck up
Let my crew do this (UH) like this niggaz from the bricks and (UH)
You don't want NWK to get to ya
So you heard we make believers out of dreamers
Now we make murder cases out of sleepers
S to the motherfuckers O to the S to the y'all damned
O to the D to the E F-uck you 'cause we buck you,
Y'all niggaz cant touch us
Assume my position 'cause papermaking's a must
Straight mangle motherfuckers when it's time to bust
Lace flows with angel dust all up in your spot
We got no things with us, kind of dangerous
Don't fuck around and get caught in a verbal onslaught
'Cause I'm label your bills and my man Too $hort , ooh Lord
Getting down one more time
For making motherfuckers who be out on the run
I gotta get mine daily can't let these motherfuckers fade me
That's just the way my mama made me
Top size rider from the get go, known to spit flows
And keep them niggaz on their tiptoes
I goes to the extremity blind with weed and hennesy
I know you niggaz don't remember me
Got the flow poetic, and I stay diamond setted
Running over tracks like I'm Libyan, here's the past
Labeled a pussy, cash see her bounce
Shaking, moving, waiting, sipping the ounce
What's up with that? None of y'all niggaz can fuck with Black
Motherfucker where's your focus at?
JD my mellow my ace get on the mic and come rock please
Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time
And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine
That's why I am why I am with mine and y'all sick
While y'all keep it real we keep it rich
Just clowning, pounding, riding around in
Some of the most elite shit to ever hit the town
Screaming out how you like me now and I'm gettin busier
I stay platinum while y'all get dizzier
The difference between y'all is I get 'em out of their seats
And my balling techniques is out of your reach
Live and direct from the Peach State
Where we make hits, deep grits and steak, homes laced
We never hit the breaks just continue to speed
[Chorus: Parlae (Franchise Boyz)]
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
[Hook: Jermaine Dupri]
Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one
So its only right that i hit them with another one
Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one
So its only right that i hit them with another one
[Verse 1: Pimpin (Franchise Boyz)]
Yea these niggaz like me
haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
Hoe you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to bite me
If you had some figures you will be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
Niggaz talking bout yep in there muthafuckin throwback
He ain't real you know dat muhammad y he sold that
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing in tha market and you no dat
Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending throwbacks...
[Verse 2: Jermaine Dupri]
Now when i do it its something like thrilla and manilla man
Known as a killa man fresh from the dealer man
So So niggas aint no crew illa than
10 niggas laying and i got about million
dollars worth of cars in my front yard
Im from a place in atl where young niggas stomp hard (southside)
Ooo i think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that i hit you with another one
Remix we get busy over here
No sleep niggas stay up on they grizzie over here
We young (young), we fly (fly)
and we gon stay flashy till the day that we die!
[Chorus: Parlae (Franchise Boyz)]
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh i think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh i think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
[Verse 3: Jizzleman (Franchise Boyz)]
They dont want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up
First nigga act up first nigga get bust
Mo'justed gettin sweated while switchin u niggas up!
T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)
Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw that dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they straight like me
You heard pimpin playa ( they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close vision blur when ice bling
Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz
Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love
Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas
I'm a franchize nigga have a mil or betta
[Verse 4: Da Brat]
Check it out! 6 0
6 9 4
blow dro
with the windows up on duece four's
purple candy paint
brand new think i aint
same chick same click mo bricks in the bank
no now
no hoe rounds
no down
like brat
it aint no showdown for no crown im holding that
face all over VH paid great till this day
been in love with the mic since run dmc walk this way
talk this way cause im gangsta chi-towns legend
im not ordinary people its a star in yo presents
so icy that my earlobes hurt
but what its worth
dont test me i got the four fitfth under the skirt
thick in the thighs can tuck that!
i stay on my grind
i buss back if i must act i empty the sack
its b to the r-a-t
trust that im crazy
J.D.
pays me
I'm such effin lady...
[Verse 5: Bow Wow]
Im bow weezy prince of the o-town
Just got the wheels clean so im riding slow now
im in a fast car something like a nascar
if you wanna know how much it cost you should ask pa
as far as the rocks in chain i dropped some change
its easy for me to copped them thangs
and i dont stop i got rocks in rings
you know the same size as a boxing ring
swimming pool in the front and the back yard
i aint got to act hard!
im under 21 with a black card...
yea i know that was kind of a low blow
but the dough for the So SO dont come slow
[Verse 6 Dee Money]
Mayne these niggas like me cause i a cold nigga
on top of my game fast wit mo triggaz got da streetz
on lock i keep a full clip and a glock and my pants
do it like cassidy in my b-boy stance.
posted up like a mailman these niggaz wan fight me
ya'll niggaz hate me but the girls they like me
[Chorus: Parlae (Franchise Boyz)]
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh i think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh i think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
Oh I think they like me(bOy I think they like me)
[Outro: Jermaine Dupri]
Yall know how we do the remix,
Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one
So its only right that i hit them with another one
Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one
Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good.
Niggas gon' hate me I get that.
Then I'll have everything
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with
Now I know you love my lazy flow
but here come my crazy flow
Do this shit 'cause it make me dough
do it again to make me more
Rich is only way to go
givin' you what you pay me for
What you lookin' shady for?
Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe.
Top down 64 radio AC blow
They peep though think that automatically
'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo
he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why?
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
wanna come & put ya two in it
wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it
& wanna spend what's mine
First you wouldn't give me the time
now you gotta get in line
Think that Mase gon' trick a dime
you out ya fuckin' mind
See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it?
Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it
Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed
Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it
uhhh
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with
Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life
lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise
I been makin' millions since I was young
& still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin'
showin' all y'all niggas how it's done
You know So So sell copies like Kinko's
so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit
'cause all I'm about is makin' dough
& makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff
unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that
keep 'em runnin' to the sto'
Swappin' drop tops on the regular
spittin' game on the cellular
If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck
then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya
Shit we do ya can't erase
took a little change of pace me & Mase
for the niggas that hate
we still up in yo' fuckin' face.
Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me?
You the one that try to shoot game to me
Thug ass bitch you claim to be
y'all hoes never meant a thang to me
Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us
go with us spend a little dough with us
got a crush hush on this slim chick
with the wet lips & the set hips
Too much smoke in the Lex' whip
can't pick who I wanna sex with
got more weed than a li'l bit
Hydro ain't no bullshit
Then I come through in the 6 drop
me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop
Infrared clips filled to the top
y'all niggas need to stop
C-Can I say it again say it again?
Better come through with a little more win
B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again
Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin
how much dough you got to spend
Take so long you got to bend
Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch
fill them flames with them clips
When the cops come stash the Indo
better throw the weed up out the window
Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny
play y'all niggas like dummies click-click
What?
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Y'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
Y'all got hate in your blood
Listen
I know y'all niggas want me
I hear y'all niggas plottin'
I see y'all niggas lookin'
But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
Screamin' So So
Now every spot I hit
I'm hearing different shit
About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
It's fucked up but I
But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? YES!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!
If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
And talkin' bout stacking chips
You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley's
And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine
Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
Cause Collin Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
Too much to handle, here da man of the year
Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
You can look up or down, right or left
But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def
Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out
I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle
I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me"
My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion
I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party
All night long {'til when?}
Til the early morn (it don't stop)
And uh (it don't quit)
[Jermaine Dupri]
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane,huh, Lil' Wayne
Sammie sang to me
[Sammie]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one’s to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
(Lil' Bow Wow)
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog (aha)
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards, and all of the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat, or break
And you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better than mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, to send my squad back home
Cuz I don't loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin' the pop
Keep pithcin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, beggin on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true (girl listen)
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I, come up to bat we will come home
And our fans cheer us on cause the know what the drill is
Goin', out of the fields into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover that you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tounge out playing game over
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that killed Kennedy, y'know
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', swingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me when I'm right in the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get your wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mommy sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Wheez a player baby, and I don't share baby
So if you're searching for some pussy ain't nothin' here baby
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bently, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a hot guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball
[Jermaine Dupri]
Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
[Jermaine Dupri]
Ah, Remix
All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man
And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand
And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that)
Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes
'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug
Standin' on the couches like this our club
Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah)
Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh)
Now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin'
and the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you)
I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin'
Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh)
[Da Brat]
All you gotta do is call me
and I'll come runnin' to where the party at
I keep a fat sack in the backpack
So what's happenin'?
In every city I'm rappin' in
If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in
Get in, purrin' tight like virgin
Like snow, flurrin'
The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh)
You do me I do you
Spend a night with boo-boo
Let's have a private party for two
But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream
Runnin' to the border for Colombian's green
Studyin' horniculture
My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin'
I freak until I cum
I keeps it number one
[Jagged Edge]
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Yo, yo R.O.C.)
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know
[R.O.C.]
Uh, uh
Now here we go, how 'bout another shot of henney?
I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty
Mami ven aqui, the party's over here!!
But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here!!
Get wit' us (why?)
We true ballers like the Sixers
We all hoppin' out of sixes
Mines is black, Jermaine's is champagne
Jagged Edge in the blue, black and pearl white and gray
What a sight to be seen (uh)
So So Def's the crew I thought you knew
It's a beautiful thing (so beautiful)
I mean there's nothin' like us it's true
The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter
WHOA!!
Once the man and the game that I kick begins
My nickname is ESPN
Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray
Mix in the O.J. and let's party away
[Jagged Edge]
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
Uh ooooooooooh
(Uh oh oh oh)
If the party's where you're at, just let me know
[Nelly]
Show me where the party at dirty, someone with me
Strike there about one thirty, never get there too early
Commin’ as is (eh), do-rags and ten’s
I’m rollin’ fas is (eh), this little jagged benz
With the Rolls not the one wit the stim, the one with the rims
The one that seems to make more enemy’s than friends
I’m slidin’ in past those, fo’ eyes closed,
mo’ on Rolls, folk charms rolled
With the S-O, S-O, D-E dot F
Buyin’ bottles & bottles til there ain’t nothin’ left
I’m quick to go left, I blaze with no refs
My jazzmode an def baby show me the clubs
I’m like…aye where the Bacardi at
Mix it with the Cris baby what's wrong with that?
We in the V.I.P’s twisted
Down right stiffed it
Two way shit, boo it make like you missed it
[Jagged Edge]
Left side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Everybody put your hands up, just throw ‘em
When the beat comes back around, everyone do it again
Do the east side run this mother for ya? (Hell yeah)
Do my south side run this mother for ya? (Hell yeah)
And them hater’s ain’t hittin on, ain’t talking about
And they look like, if the party's where youre at let me hear you say
[Lil' Bow Wow]
O-H-I-O
Yo, this lil' cat got girls
Cat got flows, roll up in the party, snuck in the back door
I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rockin'
Let me party witcha 'til the cops come knockin'
I'm tryin' to see what all the fuss about
Bounce a little bit before they put me out
I'm like the sun - this lil' cat got beam
Got girls 21 wishin' they was 14 (haha)
That's the affect that this phenom
Bow Weezy
When I do it I do it like it's for TV
They might come close but you and I both know they can't see me
I'm a So So Def representative
Young niggas in the game they was born to live
And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack
And we always know where the party at, bling (bling bling)
[Jagged Edge]
Ay, where the party at? (Tell 'em)
Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? (J.E. y'all)
Models and models, talkin' all of that
Know I can't forget about my thugs (C'mon)
(Where the party at?)
And all my girls (Yeah)
(Where the party at?)
Up in the club (Uh, yo)
(Where the party at?) (Tigah)
If they party's where you're at, let me here you say
[Tigah]
Man I rip flows, get dough everytime I rip shows
Rip hoes, when we mash out in Chevy's and fours
Niggas know they ain't heard it like this before
Whenever we pull up on the strip they like "Oh!!!"
Chickens know me, hundred dollar mac and shorts
Tank tops and Polies
If it's 'bout cash, I'm gas chick, I'm on E
On e'rything
Me and Jagged, everytime we hit the club
This nigga's off the chain!!!
You can believe that
And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that
Anything you wanna be, best believe I be's that (oh)
Where the G's at?
Where the keys at?
Where the 22's on them SUV's at?
Gotta have that from the do'
And gotta get me some mo'
Man you think I'm goin' on a groupie, no
Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room
Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune
It's over (over)
So So Def
Uh huh, uh huh
You need somebody to lay it dawn
Grab you by the your hair and show you exactly where to go
Lay it down
Don't stop, movie it fast
Tap that ass, I say nigga take it slow
Lay it down
talk to ya, walk witch ya, through every single motion
lay it down
I mean all the way down, leave a playa like you wide open
No I never had that before, so if you out here that's what I'm lookin' fo'
'Cause I keep gettin' these girls, but know
In the G I try to tell 'em what to do but they don't listen to me
I'm good on top
That's what they say
I wanna do it in your drop
That's what they say
I bet I'll make you say stop
That's what they say
Ones you get 'em in the sack there wont be none of that
It be a hole lotta action away, hole lotta' action, not enough play
For this boy "J"
What I need in my life is a wife that have the house jumpin'
like the gentlemen's club on Monday night
When I come home, hunny doin' tricks
Shit, backflips, (?) like song
Meet me at the door with the double G
Sayin' "If your free!"
You gotta drop slooow, now fast
Bounce that ass
Get up!
(?) get cash
Like this?
Like that
Like this and uh
Throw it at me like a picture when I give it to ya
Considering your appearance, under the influence
All I'm herein' is rumors "How she can make ya hotter"
Let her tell it
And she crazy with her mouth Peace
If you let her tell it
Was to lay you, they gonna lay you down
But im a gangster, G's don't get turned out
I heartbreak 'em like Jay-Z
See I dun it all
Wait
And im'a keep doin' it, baby that's just me
I don't cuddle in the linin', I couple up women
enough of huddlin' in the linin', they lovein' the thug up in 'em
And yea I know I'm sinin', but it feel like Heaven
All of 'em keep yellin'
No, I never had that before, oh no
I never had that, ohh
No, I never had that before (so if you out here, that's what I'm lookin' fo')
Ohh no, I never had that before
Oh no, I never had that, ohh
What's up, Jermaine? I miss you.
Mmm.
Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight.
I got a little bit of that Cristal, some of that Yak.
And, oh. Better yet, I got on what you like to see in the most.
Word!
So, we're fucking tonight.
Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha.
Uh, ha
What you thinkin' about?
You and me baby goin' one-on-one (say what)
JD y'all (uh huh, So So Def)
MC y'all (what you think about)
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything that you see in your dreams (c'mon)
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart
Boy, haven't you noticed (say what)
The gleam in my eyes (uh, huh)
Because of you
I'm a little hypnotized (yeah)
But everytime you're with me (uh)
Feel so positive
That with you a little love
Somethings gotta give
A full moon is waiting in the twilight
Maybe soon you will come to be my knight
Here we are
Hoping that we'll never part
Stay with me
Baby, won't you be my sweetheart (my sweetheart)
We can share a storybook romance
What you think about
What you think about
You and me, baby, goin' one-on-one
Won't you be my sweetheart
We can share a storybook romance
Just deep in love
You are no Casanova (ha, ha, ha)
I'll know that you'll be true
And that's why (uh)
I'm so in love with you (me, too)
But this romantic evening
You led me at my door (yeah, yeah)
But tonight, I'd like us to explore
Na, na, na, na, na (say what)
Na, na, na, na, na (like that)
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (bring it down, ooh)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (putcha hand in the air)
JD y'all
MC y'all
See, I saw you at the party
With your eyes on me
Fittin' the description
Of what I want my bride to be (ha, ha)
As live as me
Don't know the same guys as me
But a lot of style
Unusual name like Ivory
I agree with my niggas
You the baddest
I ever seen in a long time (uh)
But woman with her own shine
Is her own time
And it's on hit
Cuz I'm tired of dealin'
With the wrong kind
Getting non' but the bullshit
She got a playa
Tryin' to think of new things to say (sup, baby)
She up in the corner
Sippin' Don P, Rosee` (yeah)
Shakin' it up with the homegirls
Payin' no attention to us
They in they own world
'Hey, yo, girl'
I'm the man to fulfill your needs
Get you everything you see in your dreams
Baby, let nothing and nobody tear us apart
If forever you'll be my sweetheart
Sounds so right (uh, huh)
The mood is right
Say what
MC, baby, sing it to me
To keep me warm
Away from harm
Nowhere better than my baby's arms
Sounds so right (uh, huh)
The mood is right
Say what
MC, baby, sing it to me To keep me warm
Away from harm
C'mon, baby, you can be my
Won't you be my
Sweetheart
Sweetheart
Mariah, you're on fire
JD y'all
You know I need your love, romance
Yeah, yeah, me too
(uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Bounce (uh uh)
Ryde with me now
yeah (haha)
Supafly muthafucka
Yeah (uh uh)
You know how fly I always look
I keep banging and I keep them off the hook
You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with
The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit
You know about my house and carroners in the fridge
And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live
Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long
You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit
Leaning to the side, swinging my hair
Trunk full ants, ain't no room for a spair
I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag
And the white shelltoes with them mean: they match
You know me before the CD: it ain't nothing but flossin'
If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
Supafly
The Boss so cold
haha
I am
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
Supafly muthafucka
The Boss so cold
Ho, So, glow
all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll
You know, about the G wag, how the pants at
How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad
You know what I say be the truth not the agg
Stretch cream belly with the partner back
You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full
Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull
You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar
Poppin' money, making city that I come from
You know about the playing hating
baby, mama drama, 'cause uhh
Us players we all got some
And it's I supafly seven days a week
The one that everybody want to,
when they warm that heat
'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky
I am
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
Supafly
The Boss so cold
haha
I am
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name
Maaaan
Supafly muthafucka
I been watchin' you so damn long
But I don't know what to say or do
I be sittin' around fantasizin?
?Bout what I wanna do to you
It's something about the way you move
Your body, I can't take
?Specially when you turn around
And you make you? ass shake
You the number one most requested
In the club like one of my jams
But no matter what, when I come in
You?re right here where I am
Breakin? it down like me in bed
Got a nigga spittin' up all his bread
Bendin? over to the front
Lookin' back at me like what you want
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha
And it don't matter if that's ya bitch wit? ya
He's my man in 2 so let's switch up
And we be lookin' at each other, get the picture
And my body not Beyonce
But big girls we rollin' it down
Light skinned, used to be way in
But brown skin is the hot shit now
Don't tell me, you?s a one hit wonder
Keep me hanging out on the shelf
You better act like I'm the real deal
And real bitches, I'm the last one left
Might never see me up in a thong
But I be rockin' my Adidas suit
Yo' chick can put a tight dress on
But she still won't look this cute
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
Shit if that's the case baby, what's it gon? take
For us to get it jumped off right now
I got checkbooks, credit cards, all that shit
Just tell me how it's gotta go down
Now usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though
'Cause you, super bad and for real though
Ooh can't wait for my lips to kiss your lips, both sets
But you don't hear me though
Ooh yes, I wanna splurge with ya credit cards
Let me drive your cars all up and down the boulevard
Ain't feelin' talk playa, go and play ya part
Yeah, I like ya Southern draw, might let you hit it raw
Is you ready for don't stop get it charred
Down by all, take you to the titty bar
These chicks ain't shit, I mean none of y'all
Come up with it, get it, run up till this shit is on
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, some way
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Someday, someway
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
If it's the last thing that I do
I gots ta getcha, no matter what it takes
I gots ta getcha and I won't make no mistakes
Baby, I gots ta getcha like I told you before
I gots ta getcha, please believe me for sure
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
I gotta getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Gimme dat beat fool, it's a full time jack move
Fuck y'all I'll make the motherfuckin track move
And Eminem, Tim, Tom, Dick, and Hank
Already know that I'm something ya'll ain't
A little young non-stopper
And from Rap to R&B; I'm breaking niggas off proper
With that S-O S-O DEF M-O-B; fuck Dre, this J.D.
And here's how I'm a greet ya
Stop
fool - come off that beat
Ya should've never fucked with College Park
You little gay ass mark
All you can say about me is that I'm short
But my dough is long
Dr. Dre motherfucker come on
See I know you don't do half the work in the studio
Plus you like letting niggas play with your booty hole
Whoa!!! Off in Dre dick he choked
Timbaland's in the house "What up loc"?
Niggas don't even think about it (uh uh)
Are better yet motherfucker you need to think about it
You same beat makin non-rappin individ-ual
I was makin what you make now when I was a child (ha)
You still try to come up, look at you and look at me
Nigga don't try to run up
Cause you'll get bang something sweet
J-D-U-P-R-I and I'm jacking y'all beats
Di Di Da Di Di Di Di Da Di Day (Ha)
Who gives a fuck about a Timbaland and Dre?
A-T-L-A-N-T-A is where I'm from
And I'm a keep on dropping these bombs, see
I think that we too big to be battleing
But I'm sick and tired of hearing you motherfuckers keep babblen
Ya so stick this in your ass for a minute
And if you come at me again
I'm a come right back at your ass three times harder
Fo sho, I do this nigga, fuck y'all
Oh yeah, Eminem, I left you out deliberately - you know why?
Cause to me you like a character in Disney World
Known for dissing pop groups and Justin's Ex-Girl
Shit don't nobody take you serious
Naw, you dont get no credit fo that
Nigga, you dont get no credit fo that
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
JD you need to stop
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
Y'all know what this is
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
So so [?]
Y'all can't miss me, without the bullshit, nigga
I'm overhead doing what you wish you was
Never missing the beat
Never missing the step
Niggas just don't do it like I does, so buzzed
Y'all buy ten bottles of rose so baby what's up
I ain't gonna lie to ya
I'm in my own lane, ain't another one like me alive
Even though I'm so ocean
I still keep this shit south side
One for my shorties on the pole getting money now
Two for my niggas on the block with the top down
Can't stop now
Cause I never did
Y'all know me, stay on some other shit
So baby girl who the fuck you with
Baby girl who the fuck you with
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
Now to me it sound like so-o-o-o so so
Up in here bitch
Going hard
Standing on shit
Me and my niggers who I came here with
I got the biggest house on the biggest side of town
Baby girl you can call me Ric Flair
Hands in the air
It look like to me you ain't going nowhere
Yeah, hands in the air, and wave them all around like you just don't care
One for my shorties on the pole getting money now
Two for my niggas on the block with the top down
Can't stop now
Cause I never did
Y'all know me, stay on some other shit
So baby girl who the fuck you with
Baby girl who the fuck you with
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
Talk to me girl
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I heard 'em say
Oh oh-oh oh oh oh
I need everybody to report to the dance floor
Right now
Right now
Right now
I need everybody to report to the dance floor
Right now
Right now
Right now
I need everybody to report to the dance floor
(JD)
listen up, listen up, listen up, world
listen up, listen up, listen up, world
i gotta confess, this the hottest remix i ever did
in my life
so, so, def
(Shyne)
sitting in my cell, heard about the birth
wouldn't be alive if i didnt shoot first
have amazed shorty heard 'bout the ???
but i been in the ?? if i didn't know ??
know that it was something i was first
nobody walking on this earth
that night i wouldnt got murdered if i aint let out the tention and
let them cowards touch
(JD)
ohhh... thats the boy shyne ya'll
the world is way lonely
the world is way lonely
[chorus] (Usher)
these are my confessions
just when i thought i said all i could say
my chick on the side said she got one on the way
these are my confessions
man i'm growing, i dont know what to
i guess i gotta give part 2
of my confessions
if i'm gonna tell then i gotta tell it all (all)
damn near cried when i got the phone call (call)
i'm so alone, i dont know (yea... kanye to the)
what to do but to give part 2 (college dropout... i dont kow how)
of my confessions (confess to the people man)
(Kanye West)
damn... how does she bring it up how does she break it down
man, you at the clinic, dog slow down
thats your child
but if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheatin'
then you went raw when you beat it
thats when she's gonna tell you to beat it
and you know it aint ya'll little secret
you famous you can't go nowhere
cause every time you go there, there's ho's there
so basically you and your girl owe there
and i know when she broke the news
you told her "man, don't say that"
matter fact like pat don't say that
every time my nigga sitting on paystack
things come up from way, way, way back
[chorus] (Usher)
these are my confessions
just when i thought i said all i could say
my chick on the side said she got one on the way
these are my confessions
man i'm growing, i dont know what to
i guess i gotta give part 2
of my confessions
if i'm gonna tell then i gotta tell it all (all)
damn near cried when i got the phone call (call)
i'm so alone, i dont know (yea... if you got something)
what to do but to give part 2 (to confess to right now)
of my confessions (step to the mic... Twista)
(Twista)
i confess about the incident when i was with a shorty in a lexus coop
your homie said she saw me but she didn't have proof
but i knew i really should have been telling you the truth
and i confess about the days i was rolling in my seville
with the custom gold grill
i was in the feel, still looking for a thrill
and i knew it was both us and i should have kept it real
and i confess that
just when i thought i could really try to get away
with having another women on the side
but i never knew that it would catch up with a nigga one day
you gotta hit me girl
i don't know no lesson
if you stay with me then it'll be a blessing
no stressing
it'll never be no guessing
cause i'm pouring out my heart and these are my
[chorus] (Usher)
these are my confessions
just when i thought i said all i could say
my chick on the side said she got one on the way
these are my confessions
man i'm growing, i dont know what to
i guess i gotta give part 2
of my confessions
if i'm gonna tell then i gotta tell it all (all)
damn near cried when i got the phone call (call)
i'm so alone, i dont know
what to do but to give part 2
of my confessions
(Usher talking)
know this by far is the hardest thing i think i've ever had to do
to tell you, the women that i love, that i'm having a baby by a
north side
Call the nigger and this city
Hard to understand when you got the on,
Hard feelmother f-cker I'm home!
I'm the
Reread it, like my nigger passed
like staying in the streets,
My niggernigger we're the best!
I'm saying I not like him,
Regular the clubs say I not like him,
I don't give a f-ck why I'm mad,
I don't give a f-ck who I'm with, .
Heavy on theATL shit, shorty! (x4)
West side, north side,
You know me, cause I've been here,
Hesix p.m.
Smoke break, smoke break real
This shit is smoking all loud, the whole club gonna hear!
Went to the north side to pick up some paper,
I stay outside
I go to the cater, where I get
I won't worrybeing gay.
I stay in theso I'm close to my neighbor,
I was on the block
One for the dough, two is for prom
Three is so four is for phone bills.
Big momma house and I'm
Course our gang hood gotta respect me!
..I've got a collection!
(feat. Lil' Jon, Pastor Troy, Slim)
[Lil' Jon] (JD)
Hey, hey, hey
Since we always ridin' for this city, aha
We gotta switch it up this time, aha
And ride for the ladies
Let's do it, J-D (aha), talk to my ladies man
[JD] (Lil' Jon)
I'm sayin' girl where you come from, girl where you been (what)
Can I get some, shorty, do you have a friend, cause uh (hey)
You and your body got a nigga in a trance (yeah)
Movin' through this body in them tight, tight pants (oh)
Me and my mans checkin' out your stance, sayin' damn
Specially when you start doin' that Beyonce dance (sh-sh-shake it)
I got a pocket full of money (what), it's all on me (yeah)
Sippin' D-P, crunk screamin' A-T (T)
L (L), loud as hell, as you do that right thurr (thurr)
Got every nigga in here tryna get over there (come here girl)
Cause you shakin' every single ounce (ah) every time the beat bounce (ah)
Pop, put your thong out (ah), I'm just tryna see what that's about
God damn, girl you know that I'm the man (yeah)
I love to grab your hand and you know what's in the plan (what)
Cause all this body touching got my blood rushing
Got a nigga thinkin' bout crushing while I'm on the (yeah)
[Pastor Troy] (Lil' Jon)
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
[Slim]
Let your hair down, show me how you work it and twurk it
I'm certain, approachin', your back got me hurtin'
Ain't a shorty in this club that can hold me
Control me, you think so then show me, you know me
I O-G the O-G with Moni, with songs in the roley
The club with them Chloe's, a bottle of ?
Pourin' and glowin' and J-D done told me
We gon' get it goin', for showin'
Then shop us, we ridin', don't stop us
Girl time to pop up, you rockin' them knockers
Sh-shake lookin' proper, you mean wit your partners
The rocks on you ?, to get you I got ya
Why you been at
[Pastor Troy] (Lil' Jon)
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
[Pastor Troy] (JD)
Saturday night, yeah, the next day, haha, yeah
Got me rockin' Louis Vuitton
Chillin' with the don (that's me)
I clean, that's tight, and V-12 the pride
Pastor, y'all car couldn't hold these rims
V-23, fat lane sheets, come on
That's fine, damn, chardonnay, huh
Lookin' good, smellin' good, real hair
And you from the A
I am, impressed, yeah, damn you fresh
Ah, baby girl who's the number one pimp
Show a nigga what you workin' with, yeah
[Pastor Troy] (Lil' Jon)
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
[Pastor Troy] (Lil' Jon)
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
On the dance floor (yeah), doin' that, doin' that (what)
Ah baby girl let your hair down (come on)
Show a nigga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit
[JD]
This dance ain't for everybody, only the sexy people
So all you sexy motherfuckers
Wednesday 4:20p.m.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You know who the fuck your hangin up on?
Don't fuckin' hang up on me!
I'm sick of these bitches man.
Wednesday 8:20p.m.
Jermaine!!!!!, where are you?
Oh God, God, mo' bitches.
You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches.
I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit.
Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know
we don't play no games.
Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip.
Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait
when you know deep down she wanna get down
but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around.
Now ladies (Huh?)
Don't you hate
when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date
thinking that we mean yes when we say no
and they spend no dough,
nigga all that's got to go.
It's funny how niggaz get bitch then
and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb
gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six
love me like a love the dough with interest
I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless
if its hard then it start spinnin'
keep me grinning
with phat shit
we can fuck 'til the spring
pop on the mack
the fact is I'm a fly bitch
I show that
you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that
some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick
first think of them chicks
bitch if he leave you could still breathe
through the week with a few G-Stacks easy
if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at
invest is a pussy ass
Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent
trying to act so god damn innocent
wit all that shit ya'll put us through
and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do
I'm one of the few that can see through shit
I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch
so the trickin ain't nothing
and if I trick somebody fuckin'
now I'm a playa I show that
and what I do don't stop, you know that
see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught
not me if I trick I give head on the spot
on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top
see it taste good don't it
so why the fuck you frontin'
when you know you want it
When I need the money I know who to hit
When I make the call you better jump to it
I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick
J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me
Swizz Beats, come on
What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh
Break this up, none of that stuff This right here
What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga
Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper
What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl
Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man
What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it
Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying
Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17
Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen
What I had didn't matter, it was all about us
All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed
I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow)
We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on
And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother
Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real
Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought
And everybody knew the deal
We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that
Hang up the phone and call right back
I got to know you like the back of my hand
And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man
And, we took a small thing to a new land
And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand
What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo)
Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby)
What is yours and mine (Uh huh)
Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard)
What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby)
Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah)
What is yours and mine (Yeah)
Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you)
The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change
But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game
92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde
No matter what it was, we was side by side
You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth
Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots
Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it
What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it
Every new dollar made, I put it on you
Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two
And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed
A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand
Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man
And, we took a small thing to a new land
And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real
What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh)
Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby)
What is yours and mine (Uh)
Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard)
What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby)
Whatever you won't, can't stop us
What is yours and mine
Me and you, what is yours and mine
Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying
Look ya girl in the eyes and say
Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain)
You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game)
Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good
I know, I gotta have it in my life
Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside)
Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right)
Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop)
Long as we together we can have it all
Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout
When you love her man, sing to her man
It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
DREAM about how i wanna do ya
THINK things to think about you bring it out
you show me how to use my tongue
you just some yum yum tasty tasy
and when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in ME
i'm freaky freaky
gimme head head
i wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed
come 'n get some tasty tasy
lick each 'n every individual part and make me, make me
come come a chameleon
see a different position to do something different to the yum yum
jump jump on top of the kitchen cabinet
so you can stick it 'n pump pump
Miss Harris waiting for whatever i feel like having
save you some embrassment
i'm an Aries 'n i ain't scared of shit
dare to flinch then 'n there i'll make your chest hairs lift
Only you do ah, ah
think about this n try try
to kiss all the places
missed by the basic lovin' up your guy-ah
ride in the park in the broad daylight
real hard like we the only ones around
back of the car, tearing u apart
'n this how shit be goin' down
when i pump you say harder harder
love it when i bring my camcorder
whipped cream, take everything
even when we first got started started
from the bedroom to the dancefloor
to a slow tune up against the door
to the up 'n down, to the in 'n out
to the way you sound
are you gonna fuck me?
(you think i'm not?)
come on baby
(i'm comin)
lets fuck
(i love it when you talk like that)
yeh whatever, go down there
(show me how to use my tongue)
i want you to put your tongue right here
(talk to me!)
right there on there yeh
i'm a superfreak i do what you need
i'm a slave for you, stay craving you
i'm available, i'm unfadable
and i'm capable to disable you
i break you down, blow out your pipe
turn out your lights and leave your wife
lie me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap
hit it up like its Wimbeldon
don't spare a racquet 'cause Brat freaky like that
just once taste of the nipple
and two kisses will leave you crippled
you done fell in love with shantizzle
and i'ma keep you fiending for mizzo
the 6-0 six-fo bizzo
JD: Everything you like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where you need to be
Chorus: Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home who he goes to see
And why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
Leaves you alone
He's with me
Do you ever wonder when he
Don't come home who he goes to see
Why in the middle of the night
He leaves you alone
'Cause everything he likes is with me
If I was in your shoes
I would have had to let him go
From the first sign of him tryin' to play
If he wants me to stay
You gotta' let all that go
Oh but no
You wanna' stick around
Not believin' what you see
Why you waitin'
Thinkin' everything's gonna' be okay
I got him, I got him right here with me
Chorus
I wanna' call you so bad
And tell you when it started
And what we do
How long it's been goin' on
Why he ain't gonna' never come home
'Cause I know what you didn't do
To make him stay
You see a bad performing
Unfulfilling woman drives a man away
Chorus
As far as I know
He's in good hands
So you can stop callin' all around
Sayin' "Have you seen my man?"
Ain't no need to fuss and fight
Tryin' to make it right (noho)
Certain things ain't meant to be
And that's why that's why
He's right here with me
Jermaine: Everything you like is with me
So if you know like I know
This is where you need to be
(x4)
Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues'
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'
A knock on the do', who is it?
I would happen to know, the one with the flow
Who did it?, it was me I suppose
J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team
No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
Im allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines
Oink Oink, Pig Pig, do away with the pork
Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners, Im loose with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when i shoot the cannon
The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tounge
I wont stop until Im rich as them white-boy come
I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls
You rackin' 'em up, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
I cant loose with 22"s, Bitch thats whats up
Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aquaduct
chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what
Yo, Yo.. Yo..Yo, Yo,
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
Now the party dont start 'til I walk in
And I usually dont leave until the thing ends
But in the mean-time, in between time
You work yo thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since 83'
Since the late show MD rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin, you was ballin to homie Shadi
Im the MBP, Most Ballernous Player
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up
Wednesday, Im at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyack with Frank Skeem, right on the floor is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is when i get my sleepin'
Yeeah, uh uh, it's a new year!
0-0-4, let's go, uh huh
[Chorus (1): J.D.]
I'm so cool, ready to explode, let the whole world know
Ain't nobody live like me
Stay above the rim like Kobe, in that purple and gold
And ain't nobody live like me
I'm so cool, ready to explode, let the whole world know
Ain't nobody live like me
Stop talking and grab the control, it's Live 0-0-4
And ain't nobody live like me
[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
When I step back, everybody be knowing
I'm fresh to death and got that pigeon toe going
I'm, I'll school you like you want next
Cause I'm hitting all nets
I ain't scared of y'all
I'm ahead of y'all
Y'all trying to do what I do
I did that when I was hurting them in high school
6'8" same number as the great MJ
"Have you seen him play?"
Is what the streets is askin, I do it with so much passion
One hand dunks and pass, I dribble in all fashions
I got a jumper like 33
I'm The Answer, Franchise, and The Truth, you heard of me?
And I'm taking it to anyone
Mind set on LeBron, do you dig where I'm coming from?
Enough talk, let's take it to the floor
It's Live 0-0-4, yo yo, yo yo, YO!
[Chorus (2): J.D.]
I'm so cool, ready to explode, let the whole world know
Ain't nobody live like me
Stay above the rim like T-Mac, in that blue and black
And ain't nobody live like me
I'm so cool, ready to explode, let the whole world know
Ain't nobody live like me
Stop talking and grab the control, it's Live 0-0-4
And ain't nobody live like me
[Verse 2: Jermaine Dupri]
I'm looking like, "stupid" when you guard me cause it ain't no stopping me
You feel like you in Rucker Park when you watching me
When I got the rock, everybody stand up
Cause I'm gone jam no matter what hand up
Right or left hand up, slide in the air
Respect the throwbacks cause this my year, let's get this clear
The number on the back of this jersey is the name you gone hear all (huh)
I bring it to the game what the game ain't seen
Nod all eyes in the hood, I'm a stay on the scene I can play for any team
You know I'm just trying to be one of the best of all time
You heard about me, I'm on your son's bag and on the wall of your daughter
Only eighteen and my jump shot is prodigal
Enough talk, let's take it to the floor
Live 0-0-4, oh!
Are you ready?
[Chorus (1): J.D.]
Um, this Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?
Uh huh
What is he all about?
Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman
And have others, or does that mean you're not devoted at all?
Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous
Fly-assed playboy that's just, you know.
He ain't no one-woman type man.
I can't wait
It's me again
Uh, what chu waitin' for?
Trina and Tammy, So So Def, c'mon
- Why don't you and me
Take a trip and dip back to my crib
I wanna lay you down
I really wanna lay you down
Here we are alone in my car
And I can feel your temperature rising
You want me, I want you, too
And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready (Ready)
To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now
If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight
I got a better place to lay you down
I said, "Baby" (Baby)
Before we lay, everything's gotta be just right
Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for
You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah
I don't want no distractions
Once we get into our action
I wanna be alone (That's right)
Getting it on all night long
Oh, baby
(Baby come this way)
(No longer will I make you wait)
I can feel your passion rising
And you're not alone
(My heart)
My heart
(Is yearning for your love)
I can hardly wait to lay you down
Down
(Why don't you)
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
(Why don't you)
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
What you waitin' for
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
Let the freak show begin
You heard me?
First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I kindly get you up and take you to my place
Town of ecstasy
I don't think it can wait
First destination
(Is my heart)
Second destination
(After the lights go out)
I'm gonna make you wish
That everyday you live
Uh-huh, oh (Oh)
Uh-huh, oh
So So Def
(I've got to have it)
See this is what it's all about right her
Understand me see my life's real
I don't know about yours
Everything I do is an event
(I've got to have it)
Nas, Monica, and me
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh)
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? (What?)
When you see me with the crispy fade
Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm)
Yo say my name! (Ooh)
When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi
It's probably me (ooh, oh)
Say my name!
When your hear this song bump in the club
When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs
Say my name!
I make it hot and take your block
Who they wanna be and hate they not
Yo say my name!
When your girl don't call you when you beep her
And you hit it and her thing feel deeper
Say my name!
Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear
While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name
Squeeze my gats beef is done
Police come you know the game
Don't say my name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)
Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley
Bezzled up, bezzled up
Gotta have me a double O
With a six in the front
And a bump-bump in the truck
Gotta have me an escalade
My house is laid
A man that keeps my bills paid
My records play every day
What can I say?
I've got to have it
When you see a black do-rag through the tint
Of a black Bent going too fast
Say my name
When you talk about longevity
And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash
Say my name
When you're sick of your songs
Sittin' on the right
And wanna know what the top feel like
Say my name
If you wanna know what being hot feel like
And shuttin' down the spot feel like
Say my name!
JD from the home where the bowls get thrown
And the dough get gone real quick like
Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble
Scram now and don't look back
Cause until I die it's like that
Ay ma, could we talk about you hoping the flight
No moonwalkin', good to see Gotti, they droppin' the price
Now look at miss hotty, rockin' the ice
Used to be rockin' the Nike's, now it's Prada for life
I'm in the ATL club and wit crazy hoes
Most of 'em hot, but most of 'em J.D. hoes
Ay ma, I wanna know what's poppin'
I'm tryna give you this cock from Rockland's hot man
Shorty is tryna talk too much
I might say slick shit just to toss you up
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me how you movin' them lips
I'ma show you how I move in the six
I gotta sweet top, floor to twist
We could fuck all night, 'til this young nigga bruise them hips
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner, by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
I gotta get some
Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the spot and drop paper
It's in my nature, the one to fuckin' not date ya
See some niggas got the game in a twist
Lettin' hoes come over eat, drink, and split shit
Not me, first date, first night
I'm knockin' bitches out like if my name was Rocky
Got me, fucked up, if y'all think I'm grown
Drink all day and I take you home
You see I only like the women who be dressed right
In my S tight, I think I just might
Pimp her, before I dig her
Never meant no pretender Jersey representer
Give her, gray gooses, buttons unloosen
Touch, and seducin', ecstasy and ducin'
The Coupe and she'll never see the crib (Uh, uh)
Now ain't it good that my Benz seats foldin', uh
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner, by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
I gotta get some
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner, by the end of the night
I gotta get some
If I came on too forward sorry that's just how it is
I gotta get some
I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now
Talking all that shit
Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah)
All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that
bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah)
But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS
compared to this nigga named Slick Rick
You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah)
Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll
motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
YO! TURN IT UP!
Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP
DO LIKE I DO HA HA
Ladies and gents, let the teacher start
I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart
You motherfuckers can't see me
Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy
All in the grill of the gruesome
1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome
Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri
Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books
See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know)
That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times
JD, not the one to fuck around with
Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid
That's right so don't ask us who the best
From the north to the south to the east to the west
We're...
Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks
We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks
Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz
Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz
My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein'
"Hey JD, where your fine ass going?"
To the studio, I told her frontin'
Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin'
jd- Yo mutha f*****
They call me jay dee.
Yeah short for go Chuck that shit an do a, yeah you know.
My mofos comin on da street.
beatin any chick or playa that cha meet.
Mi babi jan jak Is always here, through strong and hard
you know what i mean, yeah go go go.
janet- thanks baby, i know you are my baby, come inside of me, lettin ur juices free, deep in ma pasion, go deep we get no sleep baby.
Come inside of me, yeah yeah yeah.
Ain't nobody fuckin with my click, I got da brat with me
Got the ksuh in the world, I got bow wow with me,
Shay e yo, I got dondria with me, my man fresh cocaine with me
This is so, so def
We're having a celebration, love is staying
We're having a celebration, love is staying
We're having a celebration, love is staying
Y'all know what this is
3 in the morning, niggas is yawnin
Put em as drunk as they come
Niggas is borin, see I'm still pourin
We'll just roll up a blunt
Would you please get out of the way
Fuck these blowin that smoke in your face
While we runnin the streets to the a, hey
Throwing shots I'm backshots,
Backseats and mattress, thuggin that passion
Let me know how you want it done
Party like everyday, yeah we high like everyday
I'm not tryina throw it in your face
But we're livin like we on vacation
D.i.o.n.d.r.i.a as you should know my name
I keep the bowens with me and they always glad we came
Popping bottles of that rose man we so turnt up
Baby don't stop, we poppin
So so you know what's up
Uh, I can change your life
Boy come over here and get yourself a slice
You want that cake, cake, cake, cake
I'ma give it to you
Throw it up, light it up, sit back
And watch me do it for you
Throw it up, light it up, sit back
And she gonn do it for you
Throw it up, light it up, sit back
And she gonn do it for you
So since motherfuckers actin a fool
I'm here to celebrate the ocassion
Half bitch, half amazing, so so the location
Pop a molly I'm on vacation
Fuck a role in probation
Nigga roll up that cindy, so my pist teks they stay greedy
Them top my face, just in case still on my face
We don't run up, run up, cause bitch I turn up, turn up
I wanna sing it to the e aura, compliments to diora, ora
18 pimp, well
So so def we so for real, so for real
Fuck the rules we do what we feel
All these niggas up in here mad now
Feelings to yourself, everybody in the back now
Ehe, and we don't need no reason
Pop, ball out any day, any season
Hey, put the kush in that backwood
Roll it 2 times, make good thatgood
Any dub, I don't smoke no stress, gotta be purple better
Shout out my connect, I'm at the strip club every night
You know them hoes love me, just like montana
Pop that pussy for me
So so, nigga you know, 40 bands for this hugh blow
Got me a bad bitch in my 2 door
Ain't no squares up in my circle
Nigga you talk shit then you dead meat
Running round that's in thestreet
I'm chained up, I'm rimmed up, my jays on but them 10's up
Spending all of this cash, 26 to my life so fast
4 bitches up in my room, one is on for molly
Got a girlfriend in the closet, shit I'm tryina start this party, hold up
Fresco Kane up in the building, got my mind set on the millions
Don't really give a damn about those if he grillin
Cause I came up from nothing to something
So so def and I'm reppin that east side, screamin out loud
Bum blowin that loud, red cover that brown
Now look at the tv I'm getting it
Blow is incredible, swag is ridiculous
Show after show, every city I go
They be showing me love, cause I'm
Hold up, gonna roll up, as I'm smokin and toastin and livin the life
Shawty playin hard to get right now
But I bet I beat it up by the end of the night
Uh, so many days I grind, but I know that I'ma grind
Just waiting on my time, yeah
Go hard to that love, see the charm on my chest
(JD Talking)
Hey yo Hype, yesterday was tha morning after
Do you remeber any shit we dont man we was
wasted damn man what happened tell me
(Hype-D Talking)
I dont know i was talkin to this bitch
and she told me to fuck off and thats
all i remember no that wasnt it that
wasnt it, she was in tha black coat
(JD Talking)
Oh that scrummy bitch, HAHAHAHA!
She was in tha group of laugther
(Hype-D Talking)
Oh hell ya but that didnt seem like
Intro: Jermaine Dupri)
After the party it's the Waffle House
If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about
Where people don't dance all they do is this
And after the original you know what it is
(Ludacris) Welcome to Atlanta
(Jermaine Dupri)
Remix it had to go down
I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square
I don't know about you but I miss the FreakNic
Cause that's where my city use to be real sick
People from other cities use to drive from miles
Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
Monday night you know things change with time
Magic City back lookin like eighty-nine
All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz
Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit
Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo'
Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do'
Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool
Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club
Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!!
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!
(FlipBoy)
Aiyyo, i'm from Montreal man, representin' MTL to the fullest!
You can back the fuck up or you can shut the fuck up! Holla Back! CMF!
450 to the 514,
To pay for drugs we, we borrow some doh,
Injectin myself with drugs from a needle
4 Fingers Up, 2 Twisted In The Middle (WESTSIDE!!!)
Gangstas walkin' through any hood,
Hoes on the block ain't no fuckin' good,
Laval City To Montreal City,
If you Montreal City, I wanna hear ya clap
Put Ya hands up if you Montreal City,
I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City,
Put Ya hands up if you Montreal City,
I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City.
This is Montreal, we not from Quebec,
Unless you wanna mess I got my crew of CMF (CMF!)
Dasem so handsome, Graffin' so random,
Gab that's him, askin' for a ransom,
I giva ya one bro from the Microphone Phantom,
I'm singin' on the streets my CMF Anthem (Worddd)
We fresssh, we got all 4 season,
Winter, Spring, Autumn & Summer,
Watchin' all them pimps drivin' around in their Hummers,
we also play, all for sports,
Hockey, Football, Baseball & Basketball
So Peace out y'all! I'm From Montreal!
(P. Diddy)
Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York!
Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest
Where New York at? Where New York at?
Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin
Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah - ahh!
Take that..
(P. Diddy)
Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play
And out of towners get got like everyday
And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way
Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do
Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight
Monday we go to Bungalo Eight
Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake
And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York
Hot now, top down at the Rucker game
New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen
(P. Diddy)
New York motherfuckers!
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!
Fuckers!
(Murphy Lee)
Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "You can do it!"
I'm Baby Huy, one of the best in the Louis
Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it
All got habits, marijuana ecstatic
Buy two cats and coats with automatics
St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+
Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge
Without permission from them St. Lunatics
(Jermaine Dupri)
Yo-yo-yo
Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from off tour
And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from
(Snoop Dogg)
Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez
O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds
Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees
Real niggaz from the set I hardly ever seen
Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb
And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve
A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm
Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur
Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog
Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that
(Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
J.D., you know about the L.B.C.
My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers
Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us
Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers
Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang
Yeah we do the damn thang
Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine
Head to the church house to get a little workout
Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho
(Jermaine Dupri)
Welcome to Atlanta remix hey!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
(Ludacris)
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
[Jermaine Dupri]
Welcome to Atlanta remix hey!!!
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin
(Ludacris)
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
mmmm, i'm so bored right now
oh, i should call jermaine
and tell him to come pick me up in the bentley
and take us to the airport
so we can fly on his private jet to paris
and i could pick up these shoes i saw the other day on the way to the spot
Bitch you ain't bored
you out your damn mind
jermaine ain't pickin you up and flyin yo ass no where to pick up some shoes
i'll tell you what
you betta pick yourself up and run down to payless
and get those shoes you saw on the way to the check cashin joint
oh this bitch is too funny
i suppose you think that can of grape soda you drinkin is a glass of crystal too
next thing you know
you gon tell me lil bow wow gonna pick you up in his big wheel
and to all you other day dreamers out there
right now
i gotta rep. where im from
north south
yeah
ghetto
minneapolis ghetto
im from da ghetto
you know how we do it
for my people down south wit gold in their mouth
for my people out east with the key in the couch
for my people out west who be bangin it out
we ghetto (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto)
for all my ladies that got air brush on they nails
a little fire on sunday, on his cell
smoke a little weed say its good for they health
we ghetto (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto)
i didn't always have the sex
i didn't always have the crib
i gotta rep where im from
even though i live where i live
back when i was a kid
how the city used to give
momma money for groceries
credit cards and G's
and vouchers for everything
No matter how far I've come
I still represent where I'm from
I'm ghetto
for my people down south wit gold in their mouth
for my people out east with the key in the couch
for my people out west who be bangin it out
we ghetto (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto)
for all my ladies that got air brush on they nails
a little fire on sunday, on his cell
smoke a little weed say its good for they health
Every thing that count, it been done
My true game in my shoot game
Can't touch this shit, at least, they got before me
Now forty bitch, forty bitch, forty bitch, forty bitch, forty bitch
Cutting it out with a lice in, fuck up that' so nice in
Making a new nigga , sick for you the bitch probably here, she calling me for dick act
I don't hesitate; I get to her, pint no shit I get to her
Kicking, stop grabbing my hair, shut up, gete dick like a big girl
You took my same round, one kicking and nothing came out
When you 'aitn around but when you come around you wanna hang out
All this nigga stay posed, I don't talk I show you
Pull it to the show with some '
Fuck driving I stay with the '
Had the shit, I am so clean
Got a bitch that it's so mean
When I see pie, I never let her be
Where you from?
That nigga told me about that shit I've been done
My bitch came, my wipe game
Nigga cant' touch that shit '
If I had never see somebody with my click then go for that bitch
For that bitch, for that bicth, for that bitch, for that bitch
Many lose like twenty '
You said you'll be there before the '
This wears you skirt'
Down nigga so away and bitch it's so great
I pull up in the grace, yeah nigga 'aint too clean
Young nigga I sapper
For that bitch I do that shit I might need a rubber
Get holy'
Every thing 'it been done
My true game in my shoo game
You can't touch it
Bitch might come for me
Not for that bitch
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