Tall ass nigger 611 pack like somebody just unzip me
I am with the crew so you know I got that... with me
I... cushin but you know it ain't no pumpkin me
... twiter I follow some dumb beats
Figure if I wanna get a beat will be dumb easy
Send the right message hey baby come see me
I like my eggs scrambled I like my girls easy
For now to then I am gonna let that money pow
Can't wait for you to say that I have been acting funny...
Cause I am a late blumen still growing like a tumor
You know a nigger made when you hear...
Fuck the cop the deputy and the... trooper
I am in the game for no... not in the chain stupid
Type of nigger that will be riding n a... roughness
Told your man he is a lame and...
If I don't like it then that shit is useless
Talking shit man that shit is useless
You shake some hoes man that shit is useless
You try to... man that pussy is useless
Man that shit is useless
A couple gran but that shit is useless
Ain't talking cash man that shit is useless
Say you are the man but your shit is useless
Do it how it supposed to be
Now these girls notice me
Now I am bagging chicks I used to bag groceries
Use to rap locally now we are travelling globally
All around the world...
Minutes... truth no pretending
Since she swallow I am gonna go deep in it
Rap goats is funny boy I am... in it
Look my father just... you are my true...
Flow sick I need a free clinic beast in it
Murder the shit before the beasts finish
Hate yourself get the news
I could even explain myself the shit is useless
She got your noise wide up
Sneeze in the... wide open
Seen her on... showing her ass...
Got the... tone and that was just last week
She got them fat feet
You try to get weightier
She got you going out
You always get bigger
She say she is from above
I say the bitch is hitler
She got the local game
Fuck without a...
And I bet she drink all the liquor
Every time we go out the bitch follow quicker
Pain in the ass shit that we call a splendor
Don't get mad with me see me in...
If I don't like it then that shit is useless
Talking shit man that shit is useless
You shake some hoes man that shit is useless
You try to... man that pussy is useless
Man that shit is useless
A couple gran but that shit is useless
Ain't talking cash man that shit is useless
Say you are the man but your shit is useless
... rap her you can... no name
Looking... buddy fuck packer
Ok enough of that my real friends call me asher
What kind of name is that brother is so stupid
I bet you got a... or two what are you jewish
... if youc an't be used well
Then I guess youa re useless
We should start a revolution or a civil war
... whatever let's do it...
They ask what happened to me...
I moved to philly... nowadays I am the young...
Cindy lauper... with keanu reaves...
Now what we do is time travelling... taking back to the old school
Where no rules... where everybody go
Guess... give it up bro
All these kids playing dumb
Chorus
If I don't like it then that shit is useless
Talking shit man that shit is useless
You shake some hoes man that shit is useless
You try to... man that pussy is useless
Man that shit is useless
A couple gran but that shit is useless
Ain't talking cash man that shit is useless
Taste by Pac Div
L.A. got a taste,
New York got a taste,
Detroit got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Chi. Town got a taste,
The A got a taste,
The Bay got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The U.K. got a taste,
Japan got a taste,
and France got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Even your mom got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
(Big Mibbs)
Im coming from the city where no pity is shown
And everybody wants to be a G when they grown
They heat seek at your dome
with simple squeeze of the chrome
You see a n*gga one week
Next week he gone
But lately its been shady I don't like the zone
Thats why I got so crazy on the microphone
You see I write the poems
They un-light your dome
Come in the doors open and the lights is on
And this shit hit harder then the time you found out that your girl was
cheating
or maybe even
that faithful evening
You turned on the T.V. screen and seen Rodney King take that beaten
Heavy hitter shit now the whole crowd feinding
For that un-cut raw, they can taste it even
It’s the reason Im breathing
now take three of these and call me if you have any questions
good evening
Jersey got a taste,
H Town got a taste,
Richmond got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
N.C. got a taste,
Portland got a taste,
Boston got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
AZ got a taste,
Fresno got a taste,
Brooklyn got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Your grandma got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
(BeYoung)
Just ask your momma
She know about it
How we go about it
Its our shows that she take her drawers and throw em out it
Ain’t no clothes allowed in,
Watch us take these lame n*gga’s in the game plus the frame and we
blow em out it
Ya, Ya, I say we blow them out it
Ain’t no turning back now, know the throne is ours.
And that’s a guarantee, cause see, I ain’t into gassing n*gga’s
I run my thing like its solar powered
These trash n*gga’s I can go without it
These trash n*gga’s love to coach you ‘bout it
Cause they the ones supplying the shit
N*gga’s in their mid thirties still lying and shit
Like, “Mother fucking positive shit, Im getting paid man life is a bitch”
Uh, Thats why I do me, and keep it cool see
Pac Div man you’ll know who them dudes be
Cleveland got a taste,
DC got a taste,
VA got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Vegas got a taste,
Memphis got a taste,
Oakland got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
Pittsburgh got a taste,
Little Rock got a taste,
N.O. got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Your Auntie got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
(Like)
I got to much passion for that monotone rapping
If silence is golden I wouldn't know it, I’m trying to go platinum
Designer coat fashion, finer sewn fabrics
I’m so classic like I’m walking on a runway
You talk a lot of gun play, all that tough actin’
To me means your coming out the closet one day....any day, any way
I’m heavy hitting I could home run in any play
With no stripes, Im so nice, what you know right, cause i’m dope like,
What you sold, right? you know snow white,
How you a millionaire, still rapping ‘bout your coke price?
I don’t get it, its a joke right?
But the kids love it so it ain’t wrong right?
Just food for thought, for the soul like,
here’s a piece have a whole bite and taste it.
Philly got a taste,
South Beach got a taste,
Dallas got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Louisville got a taste,
C Town got a taste,
B’more got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Austin got a taste,
Denver got a taste,
Palm Dale got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Now you got a taste of it.
Pac Div, knuckle heads, nothing for you bucket heads
Got my cheese, got my lettuce, now I need my fuckin bread
Word to baby Darrel boy I'm hot, Habenero keep my mind on my money
and my eye on the sparrow
mama I'm the coldest, just from my apparel
feeling like I'm Moses flyer than a pharaoh
Tired of all you posers, tired of all you weirdos
Tired of all you hoes leaving make up on my pillows
Shout out my latinos, let's count this denero
all my niggas eat now, I'm not talking Karo's
Look at all these O's, no, look at all these zeros
I do hella shows, I got cheese like
Hello world, hello girls, hello fans, hello haters
We the holy celebrating, number one, one
No they can't stop us, they can't fade us
they can't drop us, they can't break us
We gonna break this motherf-cker till we're done
Cooler than anti freeze, damn it these rappers need a better scene
Happening since king had a dream,
Cooler than anti freeze, damn it these rappers need a better scene
Happening since king had a dream,
Cooler than, cooler than, cooler than, cooler than, cooler than,Let yo all buy in place then we take them home
Sean Paul and is all they take take bone
Sat back keep game then we break the code
This' the type of fire can't control
Play the world, shake them all
Now it's all grizzly, keep Brooklyn now I'm all
Ricky .. flashing on point Ashley
Coming up I was influenced by some
Homie got them action figures, homie you can't match the figures
You ain't really that tough, homie that's the liquor
talking fast like you got the twister
Give a f-ck about I go bang their sister
another blunt rapping twister, another story told
a new motel packed that play that
coming through your audio, switch it like a audible
run it like it's cardio, take it to the body yo
Cooler than anti freeze, damn it these rappers need a better scene
Happening since king had a dream,
Cooler than anti freeze, damn it these rappers need a better scene
Happening since king had a dream,
Cooler than, cooler than, cooler than, cooler than, cooler than,
Listen, I ain't about drama so I flip my peace sign up
This is south beat but I grew up on east siders
popping like we got the grease right up
Looking for a atl ... own me 5 bucks, eyes up, eyes up
That is not my wallet miss, yeah, I'm big headed but don't make it so obvious
I'm traveling the globe now, working on my politics
Running for head of the state on my barrack
cut your f-cking head on the plate on barrack
every first I murder I don't care what the topic is
got a few mistress down in texas that I probably with
all of them is winners and I coast them like
pop the Chris no wait up, pop that smart
thing is sober just in case I gotta dive in shark water
lady killer, heart robber, stick em quite and leave them out released
and I am peaced is like a siameze, gone
Cooler than anti freeze, damn it these rappers need a better scene
Happening since king had a dream,
[Verse 1: Like]
I know we wasn't what you looking for
But when you see us it's like how much is y'all booking
Guess we ain't turn out as corny as you took us for
You probably want us begging pennies out the liquor
store
It's been a long time, feel like a slow grind
But sure enough the label stumbled on this gold mine
Was either that or sit up in the unemployed line
Now we on and everybody want a joy ride
Damn homie, you told me don't rhyme
You see a nigga in the magazine you cosign
You say we too soft
We tell you screw off
We'll pick that Grammy up in no time
[Hook:]
I feel like I need to be congratulated
For all the bullshit that I've been through
I feels good knowing that you hate it
That's why I wrote this song for you
For you, For you, For you, For you
That's why I wrote this song for you
For you, For you, For you, For you
That's why I wrote this song
[Verse 2: Mibbs]
Guess what I did? (what's that?)
I told my boss I quit
When my check comes you better have my shit (Ooo!)
I stood atop my desk blew the officer kisses
Told Bret from accounting you can suck my dick
Congratulations, that's right people, yes I did
Waited my whole life for a day like this
So next time you see me I'll be on my shit
I got a whole lot of folks to scribble off my list
Like hoes that did me wrong
Niggas that dissed my songs
And other miscellaneous shit I don't condone
In the Hollywood zone where everybody's a clone
Pac Div stands alone, It's on!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
Congratulations I heard you got a new man and county
Still at your parents house plus you drive his Audi car
Went from K-Mart to Vicky Secret catalogs
V.I.P. everywhere you go the cameras are. Yup
I heard you treat the market like the red carpet
Next to the eggs and the high heels with your hair
parted
Polluted minds just die getting fed garbage
You take pride and drive niggas off the edge darling
And yet still we ain't mad at ya
It's clear to see that your ass backwards
Auctioned off when these niggas throw their cash at you
Yor brain gone, but your ass fatter
[Chorus:]
Let loose
Put everything on a shelf
Let loose
I got my Hennessey and I see you got your grey goose
and if they're hating we don't care what they do
Cause you're sexy and you're rocking
You're sexy and I am watching
You're sexy girl you're rocking
You're sexy and I am watching
Baby take a day off
Get yourself a backrub
Say bye to your manager
Say hi to your bathtub
Working all these long days
You forgot to ask of
Couple ton of pay you can't even get your task of
Day time shit got you working to the bone
Just to find yourself doing more work when you're home
Love just relax leave that work alone turn on the
stereo
Work it to the song
[Chorus]
I do my thing like ding dong ditch
Please don't trip
I know you ain't my girl
But we don't snitch
You know what happens next after 3 more zips that remmy
turns you up...
Slow down
We can kick it on your off day
But we will never come back what will your boss say
It's off the roof and shake them pictures out the hall
way rolling up swisha's got you smoking like em all day
[Chorus]
Where are my girls at
Where are my dimes at
You bad enough to keep a working man side tracked
You had a hard week
And you wanna hit the club and party some hard beats
And I ain't made at you shout out to anklets and neck
tattoos
Pretty feet hair smelling like pedale shampoo saving up
so you can party in cancoon and send a bunch of necked
pictures from the bathroom
That's alright you know I love that shit you take the
whole week off and you have fun with it, spontaneous,
outrageous, a purse full of credit cards with the
payments up
Wrong
Since you don't wanna hear my voice, just hear my song
Now all I need from you is to fix your attitude
So we can move on
Then we can move on
She was mad at first, she ain't mad no more
I guess I changed her mind when I opened that door
You know it's hard to ignore tear drops on the floor
At least I know right now that she loves me to the core
She let's me in, I confessed my sins
She unzips my pants, now we back to the norm
This is what lovers do
All my niggas can relate, they got mothers too
And I can't tell you shit cause I'm as stubborn as you
So my best bet is to stop fucking with you
But, that ain't right
And if you can't forgive me then that ain't nice
Man, I tried, I tried, I try
I tried, I tried, I tried to not do you wrong
Since you don't wanna hear my voice, just hear my song
Now all I need from you is to fix your attitude
So we can move on
Then we can move on
I said she's three times a lady, three types of crazy
Rick James superfreak, three times daily
Don't wanna see your eyes make the beat cry, baby
Morning after can't find my Levis, baby
Breath stinkin' in my draws had to beat down your walls
A night of liquor you forget what all the shoutin's for
Intentions pure so I swear it's not the alcohol
These the type of things Sting wrote ballads on
Oh, you heated now? I'm a get my gallop on
Never was the one that you could put that saddle on
Tryin' to take you down, you tryin' to get your battle on
It's too much drama, get your actin' on
I can't seem to lose you
My mind keeps racing
Cause you I keep chasing
I'm trying to be patient
I'm trying to be cool
But cool warms to heat
And heat starts burning
And heat starts turning into sleet
My mind plays repeat on the moments that we shared
It was deep, it was you, it was we, it was sweet
Now it's bitter cause you're gone 'til the Winter
Guess Stevie sang it best, it's too long 'til November
Somersaults, no love is lost, I hope
Cause I'm swinging for the knockout but you got me by the ropes
Put me on a necklace, girl you got me by the throat
Quit playin' with my heart baby, you got me 'bout to choke
I write this then I smoke, maybe you'll appear
Sooner than later my dear
[Hook:]
I'm a fat boy, I'm a I'm a fat boy
I'm a fat boy, I'm a I'm a fat boy
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm I'm a fat boy (yup)
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I I'm a fat boy (yup)
[Verse 1: Big Mibbs]
Now let's go heavy on the beat
I lean with my Chevy on the creep
Squeak through ya neighberhood very discreet
Peace as I turn into Andretti on the streets
I'm well tuned and the sound is fresh air
Now just assume it's goin' down like pressed hair
Now what can ya tell me
I kick it like Pelle
With pretty young things that got rings in they bellay
Welcome to L.A., home of the Ese
Chrome on the Chevay
Take a few tokes and then choke off the Pepé Le Pew
And yes they da crew that finna rule for a decade or
There's nothin' you can do besides stand there and
watch
With hands in your pockets, sayin' Nigga they can rock
I'm I'm a fat boy, I'm I'm a fat boy
Yea you heard the track boy
Now let's bring it back boy like
[Hook:]
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm I'm a fat boy (yup)
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I I'm a fat boy (yup)
[Verse 2: Be Young]
Ay yo, PAC DIV's chillin', Chillin' is good
Just got paid, do my thang as I should
In my new car speakers bang, let 'em push
Girlie say Be Young that hook is no good
Speakers understood, there ain't none fresher
So cool in school I skipped both semesters
Girls blew me kisses and sent over letters
Sayin' dey luh my style, when they wanna know better
Well uh, I tell 'em I do dis in my leisure
Sean John, Gaultier, D&G; sneakers
Yea sean short nay it's colder as ya freezer
Broke as a joke but I still toke Visas
(Woah) Yo check how we kill em from da door (doh)
PAC DIV man we kill em with the flow (flow)
And I'm a fat boy so you know how it go
B-boy pose, chillin' with uh
[Hook:]
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm I'm a fat boy (yup)
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I I'm a fat boy (yup)
[Verse 3: Likewise (Like)]
Yeah, you heard the hook right?
The new school fat boys, what it look like?
We spit rounds to ya beats for a good price
We crisp down to the sneaks, make you look twice
Look twice, won't get a third time
See I'm from planet Mars, I'm not from Earth, I'm
Something different, I crash landed
This whack shit I'm seein', I can't stand it
You dudes rap like, they got a Mac, right?
Lip gloss be poppin', better act right
I spit awesome, sick cough and crack light
The flow's dope, though I never lived a trap life
Yeah, the fat boy I got my swag right
We never left, but it feels like we back, right?
PAC DIV in this bitch getchya facts right
3 in the front, 20 more in the back, like
[Hook:]
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm I'm a fat boy (yup)
Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I'm a fat boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy (yup), I I'm a fat boy (yup)
Woah, I'm a fat, fat, fat boy (woah)
I'm a fat (yup), fat boy (yup), slap (yup) dat PAC
(yup)
I'm a fat (woah) fat boy, I'm a, I'm a (woah) I'm a fat
boy (yup) boy, boy (yup)
I'm a fat boy slatch dat PAC boy (yup, woah, yup, woah)
Shawty you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Babygirl you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)
Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)
Girl you know you've never
[Verse 1:]
I never claim to be what I ain't
I never claimed and I never make mistakes
I never understood the reason why we hate (pshh)
Or why we never recognize when there's something great
So it's too late Shit I never catch a break
When cops drive behind me and they reading off my
plates
Never toured around the globe never passed the states
Never got lucky laid on the first date
Never fronted on my friends before
Never done it what we kick it for?
It's 2 A.M. what we kissing for?
You never give it up, somebody get this whore
I've never been to jail never court to snitch
Never hustled rocks never snort no shit
Never rock Fubu polo sports my shit
I'm sorry Ed Hardy I don't sport your fits
Rather run with hundreds or some gorgeous kicks
Never laid the mates who were forced to skip
Never heard his spit well of course we sick
Never wanna see me on them courts too quick
Shit I'm balling like I'm AI tower like I'm 8-5
Call it what you want but just don't call it once it's
game time
Never hear me talking lots of gossip through the great
Never stop until I take mine
[Hook:]
Shawty you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Babygirl you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)
Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)
Girl you know you've never
[Verse 2:]
I ain't never been to prison
Never had a hustlers ambition
When I was in school I never listened
Never paid admission to a wack niggas show
And I would never pay attention to a wack niggas flow
No, never will I be ever put to rest
By another muthafucka that can breath the same breath
as I
Never told my grandmother a lie
And if I ever did I could never look her in the eye
Never got a chance to say goodbye to my homie when he
died
And I'm lying if I say I never cry
Never been a part of no trndy trash
And I ain't ever have to beg a chick to give me the ass
Never spit the rare scent on no findy bag
I don't ever pay for dinner with my stingy ass
Never been behind the wheel of a benzie-class
Till I wrote whiplash and I hope this lasts
Bet you never heard a nigga with a flow this brash
Straight A's when I never took notes in class
Shawty you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Babygirl you never, never
Never had a nigga like me
Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)
Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)
[Verse 1: Like]
Listen, she say I'm gone a lot she cry I'm never home
she thinks I'm out cheatin
She swears I'm tryna to bone she's losin trust in my
she goin thru my phone she makin fake pages I had to
change my code she ride by my house she sniffin dirty
clothes she be like "Like I know you be out with them
thirsty hoes" I'm like you buggin out I ain't concerned
with those I'm tryna get this bread I'm sick of workin
lowers she say I work her nerves
I make you nervous oh Ok, that's cool I see you later
gotta work some more I'm on this paper chase it's
nothin personal but what you offer me is less than what
I'm searchin for she talk a lot of shit but it don't
hurt no more she gettin fat tryna blame it on the birth
control told her plain and simple this ain't gon' work
no more I got money on my mind you ain't worth my dough
[Chorus:]
Money Money make the world go 'round
20, 40, 60, 80
Money, Money make the girls go wild
200, 300, 400, 5
Girl I wanna kick it but I'm tryna get paid, so I'm
focused on one thing, my paper, paper.
[Verse 2: TiRon]
It's kinda funny how you said ain't no good niggas left
for the good sistas what's really good with ya at the
start you was prayin for a goodie good but now you want
a hood nigga, someone with good figures he prolly could
get you sprung of the soul clubs and the clothes
guzzlin the mo' you say you lookin for a dedicated love
you'll never date a scrub a church goin man who's a
educated thug it's like your brains all mixed up ya
take all issed up but then you claim that you
independent no man providin ya cash when we at the
movies why we slide to the back when it's time to pay
what kinda games you tryna play aim for the finer
things fame and designer frames chains and the diamond
rings names I be tryna chase can't stop apply the
brakes maybe what I'm tryna say is...
[Chorus]
Baby baby baby I work...
[Verse 3: Like]
To get you out ya mommas house (and...)
To get your lazy ass of that couch
To get you to close your mouth and to stop you from
yellin at me (fo' real) just the other day you threw
melons at me but when my check came you was hella happy
(why?) you see what I go thru and after all this I owe
you? girl I'm still wearing old shoes hold up did you
just order tofu? that's the highest thing on the menu
let me guess want me to pay for your friend too (nope)
this is cuttin like a ginsu knife to my soul oh you
losin control just a year ago you fell in love with the
flow now you just like the rap game in love with the
dough
Chorus:
Ah, shit I got her number now
I call it, I think I love her now,
I m fallin, fallin, fallin! (x2)
Ah, I think I love her now
She make my mother proud,
Cloud nine and I ain t comin' down,
Real beauty like this, don t come around!
Looking to your eyes to your Dior face,
Let s go high like the
My boys look at me all strange,
They like "what this nigga like on?"
Up late night staring at your icon,
Photo on your blog site
Ponderin the thought like
I'm the one, your type, baby I can be your icon
Shit, baby I could be your sidekick
You could be my main thing
I think you're the right fit
Chorus:
Ah, shit I got her number now
I call it, I think I love her now,
I m fallin, fallin, fallin! (x2)
I m about to call her up
She s so gorgeous, ass is so enormous
I promise I wont fall in love
With the pussy, wine in a little bit of time is all it took me
Now I'm knee deep in it
So much I could sleep in it
So good, I think I might... in it!
Ah, shit, there goes my conscience
You got me calling, fuck it, I did!
Babe, you left your lip-gloss back at my crib,
I m at the studio now, be back at ten,
She s right on time, we back at it again like
Chorus:
Ah, shit I got her number now
I call it, I think I love her now,
I m fallin, fallin, fallin! (x2)
I'd love to take you down in your lunch break,
Hit the fallopian
Your ex is a crumb cake.
He s nickelodeon you know I m on my main shit,
Up at the podium, "You always had a brain right"
Call you some we re homies and we re intimate.
How'd you get me in the mix
Track star backyard
Cake like intimate, smoking like an Indian,
You raised off with me!
You know it s real when she makes sure the reel is in
Yeah! At first I rather be a nigger,
Time goes fast and our vibes move quicker.
Couldn t wait around,
Kinda crazy what I do with ya
With the world and
I think I
Chorus:
Ah, shit I got her number now
I call it, I think I love her now,
[Hook:]
My Homie said that he was going through it, going
through it
My Pops said that he was going through it, uh
My uncle said that he was going through it, going
through it
Even my little cousin going through it
And na na na, now I'm talking bout my Women Problems
Cause I got me some Women Problems
I need help with my Women Problems
Cause I got me some Women Problems
[Verse 1: Big Mibbs]
Uh uh, Damn baby, you the one who's actin crazy
Catch me dancing with some lady now you talking bout
you hat me
In the party drunk and Shwayzy trying to punch me over
Stacy
So loud the crowd hear you cursing over Jay-Z
Now this is for instance the shit that I was talking
bout
Big Mibbs can't go to shindigs without you walking out
Mad at the world, at them girls that be eyeing me
Trying to see if I'm a be the type to Creep
Find a Freak, buy em drinks, Lie and Cheat
Damn why you Spying me, Last week I caught you at the
mall
Playing Hide and Seek
After all of this might as well call it quits
Cause I never called you bitch, never ever balled my
fist
Never ever tried to hit you
And it's a understatement if I said you got some issues
Quite crying here's a tissue
You swear like I'm against you, but you the one I'm
into
You keep this up and I'm a blow the whistle
Girl you mental, uh
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Likewise]
My girl problems go way before Junior High
Nicky used to diss me, with some prissy little cutie
Daniel rejected my fan mail, Remember writing letters
to Quinetta
She would shred em when she get em, you know
The folded letters with the question in the circle box
I was cryin when Shania stole my Ninja Turtle Watch
The Purple Watch it was Donatello
Elice was cute but the teeth behind her braces was
kinda yellow
And I can tell that Shanell liked me
The only problem with her ass is she smelled like pee
Casey and Lacy the twin sisters they was tap dancers
But they was stingy, wouldn't let me play Math Blaster
Morgan? Well she let me play Oregon Trail
But her breath had a foreign smell
Only talk to Courteney when I'm bored as hell
And then Porches tail, was lying ass cheating ass whore
for real
Behind the bungalows, tongueing up different dudes
Skipping school, kissing who?
Damn you at this nigga fool
And to this day ain't shit improved
My bad luck with the women got me stuck in dilemmas and
[Hook]
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
We was going on 3 years this summer
Deep in still love her
Never ever did I see this here coming
Queasy in the stomach, knee deep, started buggin
Seen this would lead me into something
This the start, homecoming 06'
Got word that she had a friend she was close with
Spending dough with, heard he was quarterback for
Howard
Paranoid I call he back for hours
The phone calls slowing up, Holidays no showing up
Her momma say she goin nuts, so I already know what's
Last I heard she was in the campus, letting niggas tap
When she swore she was going just to get her masters
First plane heading to the campus, Crashed in the
classes
And I'm askin, Where's room one eight two
Bustin through the door, seen jeans to the ankle
Daaamn uh
[Verse:1]
Phone Number, email, all your information
Jacks conversation just to get the confirmation
Take her to the crib,
Lay her down like a pateint
Beat it up and send it back to you
Big mibbs I’m the hot, hot fello
Top gun bomberin and a 5 clock shadow
Baby hop on, I’ma be your saddle
Car got bumbed take a ride on a camel
Sneaker boxes, filled up in my closet
Never sold dope, but I’m real good with this rhymin (rhymin)
Got me own label, don’t ask me who I’m see with
I’m independent nigga, ask me who I’m signing?
It gettin racks out in sunny L.A.
Flippin racks like my nigga servin yay
Put it in the pot, stir it up
Make it shape, bag it up,
Put it on the streets,
Nigga lets get paid (eh)
[Hook x2]
Sneakerboxes filled up to the top
When notes of just being broke just wasn’t an option.
I get paid, homie I get paid
Fuck what ya’ll talkin bout,
Fuck is ya’ll talkin bout?
[Verse:2]
Night time the bemmer filled like a spaceship
First thing your bitch needs is a face lift
Homie copped him a triple beem watching weightlift
Might have cost him a couple beans
But it's caselift
[Verse:3]
5 in the morning off the yack
That's how playas move
By the time I'm dusting off my drink
I can make the news
Corny niggas out here in the way
Man I aint enthuised
Thirsty for the shine, got me trying
I told you to the game I’m glued
I’m posted with my tenfoe
That choke up in your chest
No you aint smokin on pretendo
Bump in Div though
We bout the glory
Sneaker minds are salvatory
Fresh before the rap shit
Don’t you dare go get no stylist for me
[Verse:4]
Now look,
Me I’m probably in the woods
Stuck in a boot, now lemme out
Name a nigger like me
Whoopiin hoes with the semi out
These niggas take the panty route
Broke, I can't affiliate,
You broke you try go main stream
I’m lil Wayne, a milli
My step right, my wrist froze
Hit your bitch like ten-four
Compendre? I’m like sensei
With my eyes low and my tint shades
Word around she been gay, she icey I
She Kim Kar, can't wait for those, she Kim Kar
Get it? watch me bowl gaurd
I'm swim through it, tear oh
Go deep on a bitch in my ten toes
Got 12 bars and 1002s on me
That’s a dope flow
I tell her owe me, that's don't trick though
Before I knock it down, it's simple
She go extra low, (no limbo)
That bimbo start sneaky freaky in my limo (no doubt)
No words either, that flow old, that hoe old
You fuckin right, I get so cold
I take this gold and his lil dough, no mercy
They notice, I’m in the ghini with you lotus
And she on it, straight up
I took your miss and I got paid homie.
Hook
Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted
Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted
Laid low, in the cut, lamped up -- Posted
Posted, posted, posted...
Hey man, I'm posted, laid low, in the cut, lamped up
Came through in a range rover, nigga, beep beep, nigga, back up
We four deep, Pac'd up, just in case she act up
Get stomped out, smacked up, ambulances, fire trucks
Wired up, high as fuck,
making loot, you drying up
You stay at home, we flying out
you falling off,
we climbing up
And I'm too cool for these ratchet bitches
Too cool for these average niggas
Who the-- who the fuck asked you, niggas?
Vroom vroom, I move past you niggas
Posted, laid low, in the cut like nigga, what?
I got an 1/8 to smoke, she got a big ol' butt
I'm motivating, she motivated
Damn, that ass is amaz-on,
tank top and my J's on
No chain on, but I stay on, got a magazine with my face on
And I'm posted!
I said Pac Div in the cut, nigga we been doing good
Stocking cap or Rodger Zapp, I might keep it super hood
Old school with the newest wood
, I'm posted up and I'm drape down
chickens
homes,
hoes,
I bend a corner and break out,
Betty Crocker that cake, wow
Down to earth but I'm spaced out
pound of herb, now break down
I'm lamping, I'm low-key, my mind be on my business
remy martin cup sipping
might be out for Christmas
Might be out at Fox Hills, might be out at Lenox
Them yellow broads with me like they might be out the Simpsons
Right beside my pimpin, that's the only way to get it
Catch a nigga lamped up, only way of living
Posted, in the cut
low pro, Nate Robinson
Ballin, D. Wade, Chris Paul, A.I., and I'm hoopin
Where you been? WHo me?
Overseas, rocking shows, clocking dough, knocking hoes, smoking trees
Pounds, Euros, nouns, plural
Save the tough talk and you clowns are churros
Sweet boy, we got heat boy, you a decoy, so please quit
My soldiers have been deployed, you get destroyed, you in deep shit
Beastin, beastin, solid like Ironman
And while that iron hot I put that California crease in
LA, NY, been fly, been flown
In Rome, been grown, fuck boy, get gone
We big dogs, yall small fleas, don't bother me with small fees
Ay, hold up, I'm busy though, I'll call you, don't call me
I'm posted
[Verse 1: Mibbs]
See back in high school used to love to see you out in
the bleachers
The reason why I couldn't pay attention to teachers
The first day I seen you, I knew you were a keeper
Fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers
Your first boyfriend didn't know how to treat ya
You laughed when you heard I put his ass in a sleeper
Cause he didn't deserve you
Cause he had the nerve to
Disrespect ya momma keep you out past curfew
March 31st was the day of my pursue
May 25th was the day of our first woooo
June 13th was the day that I hurt you
And all you did was leave me with the trace of your
perfume
September 4th the new school year started
And I heard you with Marvin
Well I heard he's retarded
I Conjured up a plan
To break you up with your man
And it all worked well we got back by college
He don't Hit It like I hit it boo
Not like how big Mibbs Do
My connection is Spiritual
I'll be Raising My kids with You
You just keep Your Body Tight
Make-Up Sex every time we fight
I'll get you a ring when the time is right
When your mind is right
And mind is right
Dynamite
I'm in Flight
Feeling is if this feeling is wide open
And I'm Floating
To That wilder light
Hope you wear your tights tonight
You know that's like my favorite theme
Washing up with that maybelline
It's like I'm hearing an angel sing (angel sing)
[Hook:]
Thought I was Gone, But Now Baby It's On
(So Glad Were Back Together)
Thought I was Gone, But Now Baby It's On
(So Glad Were Back Together)
Thought I was Gone, But Now Baby It's On
(So Glad Were Back Together)
Thought I was Gone, But Now Baby It's On
(So Glad Were Back Together)
[Verse 2: Like]
Please excuse the late Attendance
We Promised We'd Show Up
We Just Had to straightening business
Cause some was hating bitches
We out here chasing riches
Was Plotting on your spot
While Y'all Flossing taking pictures
Cheese!
Cheddar Cheese
Hella Trees
Smell the Weed
We Blowing
We Floating
Seven Seas
Speed Boating
Tell Em' Freeze
We going for the safe
See that weapon he's holding
He's going for the face
Red Dot
Head Shot
We all Up In That Place
Nine Deep
No Line
No Admission
Nice Try, No Permission
I'm Fly, No Magician trick
This is It
Mr.Ritz
Even ferragamo, With some vintage shit
Don't Mention Kicks
Unless It's 808's Or
You Rocking some Classic Shit they don't make boy
I'm a Tell You, I've Been Beasting On These Tracks
These Other Niggas Thinking They Can Rap
Until You Throw Em' in the Pit
And watch them sleeping on they back (Damn)
Bending Corners
Tipping over
Sipping on some Henn & Cola
Only a basketball Champ
Can drop 20 In Some Penny Loafers
Killa Cal
This The Style
Blow them Whistles on ya
Raised where the cops can't wait to pull them pistols
on ya
[Hook]
[Outro:]
So glad were back together, so glad were back together,
and I'll never let you go
[Verse 1: Mibbs]
It’s the return to the city of the angels and demons
Where the party’s still popping while the neighbors is sleeping
Police helicopters flying over our heads
I don’t know what happened but I hope that nobody’s dead
You know that shit don’t stop so now it’s back to the basics
Living above the law, that’s some classic LA shit
And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit
Been on a hiatus, now we back to our [group?]
Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt
Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc’
Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks
And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck
I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement
Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation
Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation
I tell him get with this pick up or she?
[Hook: Ty$]
Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga
She said you’s a broke ass nigga
And girls just wanna have fun
Ride around, top down in the sun
She want a nigga that can
Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
She need a nigga that can
Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
Yea, yea
[Verse 2: Like]
K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down
She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now
Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now
And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds
You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow
I did though, don’t act like you never fucked with no big ho
We from that big coast where the 6 42s hop
And where the guns might bust, and where there’s none like us
House parties cracking ’til the sun light’s up
Name another trio with a buzz like us
Name another trio who can bust like us
Who get love like us, but there’s none I trust
[Hook]
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
Say rest in peace to the homie, [Chip Hurns?]
Floss too much and you bound to get served
Talk reckless and it’s bound to get heard
Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs
Don’t think it’s just the birds
Surfing and sunshine
Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly
Cutthroat, cut ties
That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white
Pack heats and
Niggas after cash like it’s always tax season
Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage
Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend
Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it
Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating
Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin’
Yea, that’s the city that I’mma never leaving
We get high
[Hook]
I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
The return of that 808 trunk hit
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton, GO!
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton
[Verse 1: Like]
You be on that fuck shit, I’m tryin’ to make bucks quick
Don’t talk to me if money ain’t the subject
932s laced up, we about to run shit
Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit
Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits
Standin’ on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch
Fallin’ all over spillin’ drinks, tryin’ to tongue kiss
Money over hoes, so you know I ain’t the one, Miss
Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: (Switch! )
Pass her off like a basketball
Stay with dimes, I’m like Nash to y’all
My living room look like a casting call
Don’t be bringing hoes where (?) are
A sweet talkin’ nigga, ask your mom
My nigga, that’s your squad?
We treat line-ups like that’s Lebron
Push backwards like the bush whackers
We ain’t just kush rappers – we max it out like FootAction
[Hook]
I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
The return of that 808 trunk hit
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton, GO!
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton
[Verse 2: BeYoung]
Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch
Y’all niggas picture near puttin’ swag in your spliffs
My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6
Like “nigga, do you know how much ass I’mma get?”
Wrote a plan out, let’s dip, we can market and sing
Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent
Only way niggas swingin’ is to target the fence
That’s why everything we’re singing hit the target like Prince, man
I’m talkin’ vanity and “Can it be?”‘s
Stickin’ to the strategy, how simple can it be?
Niggas comin’ home we gon’ put them on the salary
Niggas think they cold ’til we push our shit to Calgary
[Verse 3: Blu]
Yea, you’re who-blah and your shoe rot
You’re too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska
You’re new job from Calgary to the new spot
Threw that 2pac on, but couldn’t ride like we used ‘ta
Used up, you’re new guy’s shoe size
Drew ties, never move pies move lines
She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly
Don’t bother the father, just let me do mine
[Hook]
I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
The return of that 808 trunk hit
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton, GO!
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton
[Verse 4: Mibbs]
It’s notorious, peep it
Y’all niggas is Victoria’s Secret
Soft as Mom’s lingerie
It’s a man’s world boy, put the pom-poms away
It’s only right we got our palms on LA
Cause if Pac was alive, you’d get bombed on today
Bombs bombs away, like ‘Bron ‘Bron and Wade
We been had next, now it’s our time to play, nigga
[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets
Your poppin’ your gums and I’m poppin’ your optics
Optimus Prime when I’m done
And the topic of music is me
And the logic is usually
You should stop in and grab a degree
In the science of how to emcee
And I’m watchin’ the critic critique
When I’m climbing the valleys and peaks
And aligning myself
While I’m riding O’Ryan’s belt
In the street and defiling this beat
As a dead bitch that lay at my feet
This is King shit…
[Hook]
I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit
All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit
The return of that 808 trunk hit
Cash in my palm, I’mma pass the baton, GO!
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go! )
Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet
[Verse 1: Mibbs]
The underdogs ‘bout to go for the win
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin
Man I will prevail when I got cousins in jail
The IRS send me mail, but how the fuck can I fail
When this is greatness
The label pushing for sales
Enough to drag a nigga through hell but you can tell this is greatness
If Stevie Wonder read braille
Michael Jackson made thrill and Malcolm excelled
Like getting 5 mics or double X-L
When you see them bright light from that bubble S-L
Think greatness, yea this is the theme song
More than a game, but I put my whole team on
My voice is the shoulder for my people to lean on
The beat is the pillow for my niggas to dream on
Fight like a soldier, boy, get your marine on
Lord grant me the strength to battle my demons
Who do we run to? Who do we scream on?
Keep bagging up that shit you know the customers fiend on
The greatness
[Bridge]
When I hear your voice
When I see your face
[Verse 2: Like]
I'm looking for, inspiration, something to write
Something to make me smile like the love of my life
It's out there somewhere, and she gon' come to light
‘Til then, I got this jump-off coming tonight
This industry is like a war with no gun or a knife
Homie you chasing fame but it come with a price
Call my pops on his cell for some humble advice
Told my cousin locked in jail from a troublesome life
To keep your head up guy, and pray to the man up high
Providing strength to get us by
Dreams of buying mansions that sit up high
Lord knows that living broke shit ain't fly
The devil on my shoulders tryna break our stride
Circumstances come but the great survive
When shit get down and whips get impounded
Still you can't take away our drive, it's the greatness
[Hook]
When I hear your voice
When I see your face
You know I can't help it
But I feel something great
No matter what they say
You're on to something great
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
Every first of the month, they try to break us down
Repo man even try to take your smile
Skies is the limit so they can't take the clouds
Whole nation black, guess we all Raiders now
And they try to play us out like we never (?)
Proud to be a nigga, heard James say it loud
That's greatness, for the faith that they can't shake
Great rhymes got me floating on great lakes
Great game got me lamping with a great date
Thick as sirloin, only play for great stakes
Uh, have mercy for that man's style
Clean nigga couldn't wipe me down with a shamwow
No other plans now, we gotta get it
Great on everything we touch, that's for the critics
Meet the whole team plush, moving out the digits
Rather count the paper, I can do without the business
Always seen the goal, now it's time to do the mission
Going down in history, who you think is with it
[Intro]
Girl, Im a super Negro
You dudes are zero
Baby, let me be your super hero
I spit that dope, that blow, that preemo, that coke, that smack, that al pacino x3
Fly like nino, tough like deebo
We back like tivo
and fat like cee-lo
I drink cognac, I drink veeno
Should I drink all that
You should drink though
Grab a red cup, fill that shit up
And drink till u can no longer hold ur head up
I'mma act a fool I don't know no better
But I never get a stain on this polo sweather
So incredible, unforgettable
She be on my nuts like they all so edible
She be on my nuts like its some kind of candle tho
She be on my nuts like shes lookin for antidote
She be on my nuts cus she don't want her man to know
That she was on my nuts so tough that her camera broke
Feelin like a young earl manacho
What u smoking on now
Oh what they smoking on that, all that oregano
Bullshit, weed that's some shit we don't ever smoke
Mike, tell the dj to play my records tho
Ladies on the dancefloor
Stacy and Brittany, go Erica and Whitney like Tiffany, go Sasha and Tasha all proper x2
She like vodka, we like cognac
Poured her a cup and she had thrown that
We like vodka, she like old rap
Used it for the same, but we don't own that
I can't lie, meet the bohinen
That ur ass girl I need to hold that
Take my time then I'mma own that
Have u seen them like a keyshia cold shrack
I want safe sex, u want paychecks
I just say next, I ain't for that
This that train wreck u can't roll that
Cali young lee u can't grow that
See u staring baby take a quote that
Get my good side, where my pose at
Wash you down where my hoes at
Early morning like where my clothes at
Why u hurryingly, take a slow job
Why you worryingly take some projack
Checked just clear where my olds at
Call my homies where my bros at
We gon dip out, we gon flip out
Dog, u rollin don't bring your chick out
Girl u rollin don't bring your dude out
Fat frend comin don't bring no food out
Stacy and Brittany, go Erica and Whitney like Tiffany, go Sasha and Tasha all proper x2
Put my lights on you niggas
Dump a couple ashes
Jumped to a benz
Skipped a couple classes
Rap shit is cool but ive been tochin asses
Now we have to food had enough for the fastin
Fuck them caskets, clutch their cash yeah
Baby be young only fucks with magnums
Oh its showtime like I fucks with magic
Birthday suit, yeah I love that fabric
Something tragic, man whats something my niggas know
Had a bad red bone with the pitten toes
On a Tuesday mike fucked the bigger role
Got me stuck like mogli in the middle tho
All my niggas going and boys in the mirror baby
Tryin to fact the sort of playing shit they're hearing baby
Blocking everytime I pass in the firenze lady
[Hook: Mibbs]
Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy
Mad cause I'm young, fly and making that broccoli
Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy
Mad cause I'm young, fly and making that broccoli
Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy
Mad cause I'm young, fly and making that broccoli
Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy
Mad cause I'm young, fly and making that broccoli
[Verse 1: BeYoung]
Four-four speed
High high up, but no nose bleed
It's the finest of colognes, girls grinding to our
songs
Get your bra wet before she jottin' down her thong
Number, don't wonder
All day, [?]
LeBron James Hall of Fame numbers, closet game
thunderous
Big head before the U.S. changed hundreds
Been there, done it, done it cause I been there
Show up at the front door, yeah they let me in there
No rain, no chain, how them niggas get there?
Said she went to work dog, how I get your bitch here?
(That broccoli)
[Hook: Mibbs]
[Verse 2: Like]
Uh, green [?], mean pair of models
Ballin' like Kareem with a clean pair of goggles
She used to hate me, now she wanna swallow
We don't just push, we put that thing to the throttle
Please hold your bravos, three is the combo
The whole enchilada with the cheese on the tacos
Please get the nachos, we are the honchos
'Bout to rain on you all we need is some ponchos
We get broccoli so easy, just blindfold us
Hoes didn't wanna ride, now they ride for us
Haters wanna look now, got their eyes on us
I'm through talking, roll up, I got 5 on it
[Hook: Mibbs]
[Verse 3: Mibbs]
Big Mibbs (What up?), knuckle up, buttercups
Pac Div huddled up, they running out of luck
While you jumps double dutch, I'll be cutting up a thin
waist
With a bubble butt, that don't wanna cuddle up
I don't show no affection, cause she know my direction
And I guess it's only right for her to know my erection
I'm a pro by selection, the goal is perfection
My show is like catching Derrick Rose as a freshman
Behold, I'm a legend, and along with my bretheren
We make songs like a messenger bestowed us from heaven
The best in the western hemisphere, engineer greatness
Now how you gonna sit up there and hate this?
[Intro:]
These niggas don't get it man
Aight, they gon' get it
[Verse 1:]
I ain't never been no lying ass nigga
I keep my shit quiet I ain't trying to brag with you
See back in high school we had the flyest class bitches
See back in high school you was some biting ass niggas
I was cool with the thugs, I was cool with the bitches
You ran from the thugs you was cool with some bitches
I guess it all means me and you have a difference
I'm a shark in the water you just food to the fishes
I'm cruel and I'm vicious, you look suspicious
The type of nigga winking at you dudes blowing kisses
Go against the squad you ain't using your senses
I murder you and tape and let the news be the witness
Don't wanna hear about your tools in the kitchen
Or how you flip wait you go to school study business
What is this, I don't get this
Neither does the general consensus
We sticking up your business, my niggas fittin to
witness
The only thing you get more minutes is on the benches
Pac Div in case you niggas just missed us
Holla back if you fucks with us
It's just Pac Divy and that's if we
Allow you to address you bowing to the best
Lay challengers to rest hope your calenders are set
We making all this noise before the albums even pressed
And niggas wait til now to be impressed
In 06' we were sounding this fresh
So leave the crown where it's kept
Bitch niggas get a gown and barrets
Rich niggas get a pound and respect
Snitch niggas get the sound of a tech
West coast in the house nigga, yup!
Best believe we out fitting to rep
[Hook:]
Pac Div!
What it is one time Pac Div! [x4]
[Verse 2:]
No, no, no, no need for the intro
Me and my kin folk, lead a stampede of MC's here on
this coast
So let's Sheppard the herd, professor with words
Stay fresh off some herb, no extra preserves
And if you mufuckas' can catch up then merge
King, none less is deserved
Games wide open cause my games like potion
Keep your girl posing in a K-9 motion
I feel like the spokesmen for raw niggas
Y'all niggas still shooting nothing but bricks give up
on the bar nigga
It's strict diet of fast food and hard liquor
What you though foo' cash rules my niggas
Why should I care what these lame niggas wear
When I tear their Greek raps like cheap underwear
With the eye of a tiger and the teeth of a bear
I guess it's time for some fire bring the heat up in
here
[Chorus:]
Pac Div!
What it is one time Pac Div! [x4]
[Verse 3:]
I got an eight of that OG nigga now I'm set
Shuffle them cards take jokers out the deck
Come bogus out the net, Niggas going after chest
You think you in the zone till we go into that press
Ain't no rover to the refs, nothing can save you
Your mom shoulda told you not to borrow from neighbors
Oh now in a new year so we targeting paper
Drop grown kids set it off with a major
The floatation, drown nigga don't save him
The real niggas know the real, don't nobody praise him
If I did bust a shot it can only braise him
Niggas scream foul niggas probably part flagrant
Probably part Palin, probably part McCain
It's Be Young Shaun shorty nigga all the same
Special delivery of coffee cane
But never mind shit I'm off it man
What it is one time Pac Div. [x7]
Looking in the mirror everyday I get older
Learn from the past everyday I get stronger
I like to get high, but it's great to be sober
Yesterday was hard, but it made me a soldier
You don't get nothing if you don't work hard
You can't earn stripes if you never had scars
There's way more to life then money and nice cars
You are who you are, you might be a bum
You could be a star, you might be a prisoner fighting behind bars
You trying to find peace, I'mma try to find God
You searching for your destiny we trying to find ours
The blood in my hearts pumping for the
the right cause
And I get that same feeling when I hear that old Nas
You said the world was ours just gotta play your part
Shoot for the stars like you trying to hit Mars
Shine in the dark and I bet you'll never lose
Glanced in the mirror and I'd seen I had to the twos
Awake to my ways still I'd rather hit snooze
Can't fuck with the news let the channels flip through
Put us in a cage with the habitat dude
Try to break us down like we handicap fool
Fish out of water like we vandicamp dude
Nobody supposed to eat if the family can't move
And the family can't lose, as long as we got each other
As long as we are loyal, as long as we are brothers
I called my pops the other day to tell him that I love him
For giving me the opportunity to make it out the gutter
A lot of us was fortunate to even have a mother
A lot of us got intuition that we ain't discovered
A lot of us got fears that we need to overcome
We done seen too many tears fall underneath the sun
Don't wanna see no blood shed over the years to come
So we praying up to heaven hoping that he is the one
When times getting nearer, the skys getting clearer
You searching for the truth that God's in the mirror
Deep down inside pass the lies that you hearing
Open up your heart to the light and the spirit
Despite the appearance have courage and pride
It's survival of the fittest only for the wise and the fearless
Loves the emotion, vibe to the lyrics
Years down the line I'll probably cry when I hear this
Embrace who I am, never try to be different
Mama seen the king and my eyes is the infant
Started off small, little guy on the benches
Fighting so long I felt like I was in the trenches
Destined for greatness, divine intervention
Discover who you are the fine leap of mention
[Verse 1: Like]
The school teachers talk, I been had answers
Knew the whole story without reading all the chapters
Going back and forth about my life plans after
Most my niggas would rather slang that work for NASA
Days in the classes
Always fall asleep bugging
Most the tests and the quizzes didn't mean nothing
Only niggas moving on were ones seen hustling
Those that didn't never got to see nothing
But you zoom back to me functioning
Tried to ball wasn't tall enough to be dunking
Young black male trying to make his dreams public
I know it had to be something
I'm out
I'm gonna get out of this house
I'm gonna make my family proud
I'm a show this world what I'm all about
I'm out
[Verse 2: BeYoung]
Damn, I been dreaming of this day
A moment we can finally get away
Ain't right times before when I was trying get a date
Hungry at the crib, broke, trying get a plate
That was for the fun, though
Used to the struggle
Used to the labels saying "Look, we don't want you"
Used to the ladies saying "Look, we don't want you"
Now we on ya cable saying "Look what we come to"
I sorta like haters now
We need em in the world they make the place go round
Funny how
Everything is so tasteful now
Hip Hop ain't never died it just changed it's style
How do I look?
Get my good side when you click it
I got your girl smiling at me now when we kick it
Still down to earth holla at me we can kick it
Smoke on it we get caught you can pay the ticket...
Well, everything's packed up
Nothing left in the closet but the black tux
And I'm a keep it right there it was bad luck
Cuz I ain't even went to prom, man, that sucks
So I'm a say goodbye to the room you saw me grow up in
No more G.I. Joe and no Teddy Ruxpin
This the same room where I first fell in love in
Brittany came over and I got my first nothing
Washing all the dishes
Feeding all the fishes
That old trash bag full of empty SunKisses
So before I walked out that door
My momma prayed for me and my pop said "Boy
You know the world is yours
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
I might run for mayor
nigga ask your momma I'm a muthafuckin' player
if I see your girlfriend starin', I'm a take her
that's word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper
501 jeans yeah that's my flavor
crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer
button up under case the bouncer is a hater
straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger
if i see a nice thin lite skin I'm a game her
tell her I'm big mibs and I'm runnin' for mayor
she digs my speeds and guess where I'm a take her
back to the crib where I can blaze her
modern joe frazier second round knock out
when I pull the cock out, baby see u later
I think around 8 or 9 I'm a wake her up
kick her out, then go pick up my paper
Just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I dont know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin so good I think I might run for mayor
I might run for mayor
cruise through the city in a booger green pacer
got ya girl wit me, I'm so player
pullin hoes since bo jackson was a raider
everything's tailored, from the chuck taylor's
check the steering wheel in my car, that's skater
sip liquor straight, I don't need chasers
drink a pint of hen, I'm cursin like a sailor
I'm so major, sit back and watch me
bought my 501's and my sweater from the swat meet
music up loud, coppers wanna stop me
mad cuz i'm young black makin that broccoli
hangin wit the possie, niggas wanna copy
but I'm too fly so the squares cant jock me
watch how they jock me, I'm so player
feelin so good I think I might run for mayor
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
yeah I might run for mayor
I'm scandalous with the papers
LA county, the planet of the gangsters
get ya cameras and tapers
ya boy hustle hard like rambis from the lakers
riding by zoom but we boom wit the base muffle
fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle
who wanna make trouble
pimp hand heavy no half stepping
like old school daddy kane for ya
its a shame on you, what you lames gone do
you's a bitch, we make it rain on you
yea the dames come through
we decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens,
then x out the o's, boy check out my pose
stand smith classic fresh out the grove
look who crept out the stove
keep a bad one like she fresh out the vouge
then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes
gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I'm a smash
from the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash
u can only sight see if u got a pass, the mayor
just another day out in sunny LA
there's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
saggin' in my pants cuz I don't know better
in any weather we stay the flyest
killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
numbers in my phone, I'm so player
feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
i might run for mayor
Now if she ain't got no class, I don't care
If she ain't got a fat ass, I won't dare
She better have a good brain if she ain't got no hair
Not sayin I want perfect, but almost there
I need girls, faster than them jet skis man
When you see me I be like the Dos Equis man
If you put it on me, you gon' do the best you can
And you better know how to ride it like an equestrian - Look it up
Since you be the baddest, I'll be the picture, you be the canvas
I'll be the Pips and you be my Gladys,
I'm like the Clipse
With you til the casket...
Drop,
pass the rock
She's asking me when she gonna have the cock
I look at her face, I look at her feet
I look at her heels, I'd rather not
I'm cool, I'd rather smoke this and be high as an astronaut
Far from a pimp but I smash a lot
Buns like she was from Rap-a-lot, I had to pop
Ran into her at a traffic stop
Ten minutes later her panties drop
What was her name? My bad forgot
She just grabbed my anaconda so I grabbed the Panasonic camera
Propped and filmed it 'til the action stop
I only puff kush, I only fuck with bad ones
Right before I push, make sure I got the Magnums
Yeah she looks good and yeah she thinks I'm handsome
Got me feeling good, let's do something random
Take me high, take me high, baby
Take me high, take me high, baby
Yup, I said my cell phone ringin',
pants still hangin'
Pac Div baby, easy like the caveman
Dime bag, dub sack, nigga what'chu bringin'
Birds jump my bones now,
that's so raven
Check out what I'm flamin', only that good, good
Lace me when I breeze through, funky like its beef stew
White widow train wreck,
no, I got a sweet tooth
Bring your girl, I need to, ride her like a sea doo
Tired, y'all might need to
Quiet, then you sleep, cool
Tires 'bout to screech boo
Earth, Wind, and Fire
I've been flyer than you seen true
Don't got desire to go diving if it's seafood
Ain't gotta lie you's a freak too
That's how I freaked you
Last year, she was screaming fuck that nigga
Now she's bent over like a hunch back nigga
Her best friend told her not to trust that nigga
Cuz her best friend's busy tryna fuck that nigga
Damn that's so scandalous
But that is Los Angeles
The place where the drama is, as common as cancer is
Out of towners asking us
I just blow out the kush, and crack a smile for the cameras
How can a nigga be mad at us
How could you not be a fan of us
How can you come to my shows, lie to the hoes, and say you my manager
Damn that's some thirsty shit
For real that's some dirty shit
Some musty ass, stinky ass, nasty ass herpes shit (Ugh)
Crabby ass lurking bitch
Face look like Eartha Kitt
Lying like you 21
Look more like you 36
Scabby ass, scurvy itch
Saggin ass, dirty tits
And I'm just being courteous
(Heh heh, what are you talking about?)
Take me high, take me high, baby
Knucklehead niggas with the base in the trunk
Bout to bubble like peroxide layin in a cut
Grown ass kids who don't want to grow up
But will have to do it soon cause our money's grown up
But even if I had 5 mil in the bank
I'mma still put a 5 dollar bill in the tank
What you thank? I'mma change cause I got a new Range
Fuck that ante up, man who in her got some change
And we lookin for Dame's with the tight stretch pants
In the big booty stance with no particular plans
They all like to party and so do me and my man's
So we picked a destination and head straight to the sands
That's the beach,
for the fam that's at least once a week
Where we grab a couple freaks and show em the coral reef
You know what I mean, it's that sticky Cali Green
And it's out your wildest dreams
Listen to the beat and
(Shut Up in between each line)
Just keep your eyes on the road and
It's best you keep your mouth closed
Stop playin with your cell phone
Cause it's about to get thrown
Just keep your eyes on the road and
It's best to keep your mouth closed
And don't you think about touching my Stereo
Hop in my bucket baby, let's swing a episode
Hit the mall, trick it all, see how far yo credit go
Daddy with them sweaters low, with the Po in front of it
Phoney man of the year, who you think you fuckin with
Used to get the ugly chicks, now they all country thick
All they get is trips to Rosko's for them country grits
When I'm on my Southern shit, Might hit the Waffle House
Have em gone off the Kush, leave em with the cotton mouth
Bring em in swap em out, seat em in knock em down
See them twin woofers beatin hard time to quite down
Let me play the pilot now, listen to that vibrasound
I was Holy Moly when Smoke was singin "Shop Around"
See my Collar? Pop it now, Neiman Marcus shopin now
Hair did, nails did, got you lookin proper now
Wow! you stylin on em, flyer than falcons on em
This is for my ladies who crazy and got a mouth on em
Naw, there ain't another nigga flyer
My bitch so cold you could promote her on the flyer
These ugly chicks hatin when I'm rollin up beside her
Bendin them corners til the curb kiss the tires
These ho niggas liar's that's word to the Choir
I be with my nigga Dom in Leimert smokin fire
Where's my lighter? Mash the Kush in the Cypher
In that puff pass motion, but I ain't touchin yo saliva
You Juicy Mouthed,
Chickens cluckin in them Hoochie outfits
Swift don't just dock the tracks with people we house with
Don't talk to me bout fashion dog you be wylin
You still think Coogi stylish, Who's ya stylist?
I'm usually loungin, puffin on some Ganja
Bumpin some Sinatra, Cuttin up some pasta
Snackin with my elbow on the table eatin Lobsters
[Hook: Mibbs]
Waves at the prom, dame on my arm
Hundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palm
Wa-Waves at the prom, dame on my arm
Hundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palm
[Verse 1: Mibbs]
Uh, senior prom, when my mom and pops fell in love
Daddy had the all-white suit with the leather gloves
Momma had her hair done, like an angel from above
Grandmomma whispering, "I don't want you hanging with
no thugs
I like your date cause he flyer than a 12-piece
Orchestra with trombones and violins
Pick my baby up in a Caddy with the white-wall tires
And the waves in his hair made us drown at the sight of
Whoosh, like Leviathan, sporting wave grease
Had the girls on him like fresh meat in a lion's den
He taking flicks, looking as hot as a liquid nitrogen
And if he don't wanna king, than I guess you'll have to
fight with him
Mmm, excitement, nobody looks as nice as him
Told him "Drive safe, cause I heard that you just got
your license, man."
I know he real, and you gon' have a great time
You'll be fine, cause your date got waves at the prom."
[Hook: Mibbs]
[Verse 2: BeYoung]
Since it's Saturday evening, brought the homeboy's
Porsche
God, I hope I get that ass, since I bought Keisha this
corsage
Open up the door, wide, push it to the floor, drive
Dax hair grease, brush my teeth with the fluoride
Tux with the.45, Jordans when he came back
Brushing since March, I didn't have to wear a wave cap
Baby can you fade that? Ain't no chaperons coming
My mama don't, I been on it since the homecoming
Tonight's the night, we gon' turn you to a grown woman
Haircut, airbrush, watch me as I pose for 'em
[Hook: Mibbs]
[Verse 3: Like]
I got my tux on, I got my Chucks on
I got my [?] spinning, I get my brush on
Diamonds in my cuff showing, tryna get my puff on
Belve in my foam cup, spike it with the Patron
I'm cool, I'm Aquafresh, and I confess, I've been fresh
Since junior high when I used to get my doctors
pressed, rock and guess
Never one for [?], I see you dog, I'm not impressed
Follow in my footsteps, I'll be glad to show you proper
steps
She know I be about mine, homies like, "About time"
Reigning from the west, but she be banging like the
south side
She be hanging with her mouth wide open
When I roll up in that Rover with them alpines blowing
Yeah, posing with them bitches triple-label Polo
pieces, not what he got
Call it horsepower when you're Ralphy to the tube socks
Used to have a girl who we had up in that Duke Box
Now I got your girl jamming to me on a jukebox
[Hook: Mibbs]
Best stay out my fucking life, ain't nobody put me on
Bitches gotta say I'm right, even if they know I'm wrong
Hurry up we gonna be late, girl you take too fucking long
You ain't gotta perpetrate you know this your fucking song!
Peep, I grab the Fiji water, then proceed to slaughter
All you teeny bopper, prima donnas, sweet vaginas, I promise
I swear you act just like virgins, you gonna need Madonna
The way I'm teaching this sermon, you gonna think Obama
It's not a God idea to jump in here and feed piranhas
You'll be another statistic, my nigga, freakanomics
We ain't no back pack rap group, just geeked on rhyming
I don't read the dictionary, I just redefine it
Tell your bitch that she could grind it, work it and I'll be behind it
Goin' deep into your hymen, 'bout to win another Heisman
She says she love to ride it, well hop on it I'm the fucking pilot
Yeah, this is her favorite song, Just like this her favorite thong
Back then she said no to drugs, now she's like let's hit the bong
I'll be like you smoke too much, she'll be like you joke too much
Turn your ass around and get your fingers in your toes to touch
Yeah, girl, you know what's up
Keep her in the cobra clutch
Get so deep I'm on them guts
Beat it fast, slow it up
Nikon, Polaroid
I should take a photo boy
Cause I be on that ass like that man who ride the polo horse
Polo shirt, polo shorts, polo canvas, oh of course
Get it on them polo sheets, that's why we call polo sports
Yeah, that's my Atlantic girl, she look like a Fanta girl
Southern hospitality
I'm working on my manners, girl!
Big plans, y'all in quick sand, nigga how you're rolling?
Every second's history, all about the moment!
Sit when you're pissed, we save all that fo' a woman
Blackin' out on niggas, well I call that there the omen
Own it, Gone to Tacoma by the morning
Mouth piece like I'm on the corner fo' the hoein'
Out in south beach like I'm going to the hole and
Live nigga shit, y'all just goin' through the motions
Woken, easy like a young Billy Ocean
Focus on my visions seen the options really open
Niggas out of jail, no L's will be floating
Got an L.A. bitch but her ass really open
Posted, toasted, no going through emotions
Pulled her at the Coliseum, had to use a trojan
Pull up then I gotta serve them all like the dopeman
