Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence
The champ is back
This is my anthem track
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)
This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Let's do it
[Intro: Juelz Santana Intro]
Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together it's nothing but royalty
(roll the mat out)
So we going to get down like this
YEAH!
[Juelz Santana]
Now if I ain't gangsta who is
You is truth is you ain't I am who this clown ass nigga
I'm a straight led spitter straight bread getter
Up north hustler with a bank head nigga now bounce!
That's just jazze on the beat again
Tappin on machines again its cracking threw your speakers in
That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South right
Put it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
The fifth on me case anybody push me
Let it fly let it fly like everbody push me
Stop frontin like you bang head nigga
Till you bang head whether real bang head nigga
T.I. we fly we ride we bang you die (motherfucker)
[T.I.]
(yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey)
[Chorus: T.I.]
My pimp squad fuck nigga now what
Dip set fuck nigga now what
West side fuck nigga now what
East side fuck nigga now what
Harlem world fuck nigga now what
Bank head fuck nigga now what
My a-town fuck nigga now what
My n.y. fuck nigga now what
[T.I.]
The smallest nigga in the trap with a scrap
You talk shit pussy nigga getting slapped
I get a couple ki's turned them into crack
and listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap cause I got it like that
White t-shirts and A-Town hats
Got them super clean with dubs on that
Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap
Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot
I give a fuck about your squad or your block
Hit 13 had it hard on the block
First thing first start with a glock
Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's
Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?)
Like them PSC and Dip Set niggaz
[Chorus]
[Juelz Santana]
Now what now stunt nigga pop your trunk now front
I'm holdin two now what big guns with me big gun pissy
When it comes to these bitches man I'm dirtyer then the south is
Squirtin in your mouth bitch!
Yeah back curtin yeah back squirtin
Yeah nigga gat squrtin yeah nigga that's curtains
Hold up we senseless make you throw up your breakfast
Me and T.I. hold the connection
[T.I.]
Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta
The cocaine managers hoe brain damager
I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers
and split bandanas on niggaz with bad manners
You wanna kill me you willing to ride the hell with me
Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me
You don't want no trouble with niggaz like us
Try me I'll fuck your whole life up
To the group of haters that don't like us
Dip Set fuck nigga now what
[Chorus]
I'm sorry....
I mean it too... let me talk to you..
knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe
(Jealousy)
We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy)
that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah)
Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry man, oh
[Verse 1: Juelz]
Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you
little love, little dance, romance with you
shit I had big plans for you
swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you
thats not somethin that a man would do
thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move
take you with me, give you the Coupe
give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news...
You was out there buggin', fuckin'
doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'..
shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect
instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin'
You and your friends got a bad reputation already
if I'm not mistaken already...uh
but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father
shoulda never put my hands on your daughter
But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit
I did what I did, deserve the consequence
I can't see myself copping a plea
to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me
I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze
the same as E, take it to the same degree, please
so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home
especially all over some fuckin..
(Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right?
(Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you
(Jealousy, yeah)
uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah)
I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah)
whoa (Jealousy, yeah)
God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah)
If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would
[Verse 2: Juelz]
Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up
swing it at you, I musta been crazy
musta been high, twisted off hazy
fuck am I doing?, this is my baby
and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society
know your brothers wanna come back and fire me
now I'm riding with my riders beside of me
can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me
and Cam told me not to fuck with you
he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you
I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you..
plus I had lots of love for you..huh
so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart
but I'm stickin with my heart
Now look....I'm sittin in the dark
facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court
all because, I was stupid and dumb
shoulda never went through it with hun, shit
but to this day, I never knew this would come
i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no
the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life
maybe this life... we can't be together
can't see together, can't see each other
don't need each other, won't be together
cuz of..
Jealousy, yeah
oh, jealousy yeah
Jealousy, yeah
Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah)
and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah)
I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,)
Jealousy, yeah
uh, you was playin them games too
sayin them names too...
Yeah nigga, I heard my man Luca was out
I guess he's...
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way
Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was
Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius...
Clay did in the ring with his back up...
Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up
It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks
You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks
Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz
I don't like these niggaz, nope
I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too
Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move
And I'm fo' really with the milly-o
Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios
You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do'
The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old
I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did
It's more than me, it's more than the music
I'm....
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way
Come through new coup Z
Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy
Speed up slow, ease up quickly
Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly
Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit
And I'm sick in the mind
They don't understand this trife style lifestyle
Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain"
BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives
Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain"
Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam
Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man
Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn
Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand
Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it
No big star, no big car
One big rock, one big block, I'll go far
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way
Now this has been one hell of a year
This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys
They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde
Or the great american pie, weapons collide
Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives
Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know
Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go
So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us
Nobody can gt up and take this
In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must
It's part of my nature, part of my wake up
Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump
For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup
It's Santana, part of the great stuff
Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja
[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin
[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right
[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good
[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph
[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class
[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that
[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word
[Ja]
word
[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that
[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch
[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least
[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school
[Juelz Santana]
word
[Ja]
not cause you that nigga
[Juelz Santana]
why
[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about
[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up
[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk
[Juelz Santana]
yeah word
[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout
[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know
[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju
[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean
[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight
[Juelz Santana]
aight
[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you
[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man
[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go
[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing
I'm sorry....
I mean it too... let me talk to you..
knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe
(Jealousy)
We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy)
that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah)
Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry man, oh
Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you
little love, little dance, romance with you
shit I had big plans for you
swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you
thats not somethin that a man would do
thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move
take you with me, give you the Coupe
give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news...
You was out there buggin', fuckin'
doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'..
shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect
instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin'
You and your friends got a bad reputation already
if I'm not mistaken already...uh
but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father
shoulda never put my hands on your daughter
But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit
I did what I did, deserve the consequence
I can't see myself copping a plea
to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me
I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze
the same as E, take it to the same degree, please
so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home
especially all over some fuckin..
(Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right?
(Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you
(Jealousy, yeah)
uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah)
I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah)
whoa (Jealousy, yeah)
God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah)
If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would
Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up
swing it at you, I musta been crazy
musta been high, twisted off hazy
fuck am I doing?, this is my baby
and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society
know your brothers wanna come back and fire me
now I'm riding with my riders beside of me
can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me
and Cam told me not to fuck with you
he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you
I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you..
plus I had lots of love for you..huh
so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart
but I'm stickin with my heart
Now look....I'm sittin in the dark
facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court
all because, I was stupid and dumb
shoulda never went through it with hun, shit
but to this day, I never knew this would come
i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no
the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life
maybe this life... we can't be together
can't see together, can't see each other
don't need each other, won't be together
cuz of..
Jealousy, yeah
oh, jealousy yeah
Jealousy, yeah
Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah)
and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah)
I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,)
Jealousy, yeah
uh, you was playin them games too
[Juelz Santana Verse 1]
okay, I'm reloaded, okay the heats loaded, okay now we rolling okay (yeah)
My .44 peace talking, sound o-so-sweet talking
Do more-more street talking, than Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well
Hell, you looking at the preview of "The Matrix 12"
El rock them, I'm here to shake the bells (Juelllllz...)
Shake the bells what's my name (Santana)
You got that gear right, I'm not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
[Hype-D Verse 2]
Seems Like wherever i go i get all the hoes i make them bitches
drop it down to tha floor close that door cook that crack cause
me and juelz are back sittin on the lock we be switchin lanes
in the maybach,Fuck them niggaz im rich bitch light that hitch
close the 9, do a drive by i get done get out the car im fine
Yall bitches is lame im 14 in the game takin yo fame, im back like dame
but not like tha dash i aint got no class back in the hood everybody
still full of that ash i'll bash you up i get my gang to beat you up
raise ya cup i steal ya girl i take her home and ill beat her thang up
yall niggaz say i got that luck well fuck young buck when that nigga in jail he like to fuck when these rappers rap it sound like they quack like duck well im hype-d R.O.C. we in tha place 2 be you know who i be ohhh
[Juelz Santana Verse 3]
Or more proper, I'm straight out like hot spaghetti
It's rock and roll time (time) it's lock and load time (Juelllllz...)
Show time, adios amigo, got to go time (Santana)
Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, like Christ back at you, yeah!
You be like damn, that's one nice ass rapper
I kind of like that rapper, I want to be like that rapper, no!
No, but if you bite that rapper,
I might bite back at you, with the Rifle at you, whoo!
Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it's
I'm back
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squally we strangers, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
DIPSET, DIPSET, DIPSET, YA HOMIES WE KNOW WHAT TO DO
My baby dont mess around not mine
because she loves me so
and this i know fo sho
but does she really wanna
but cant stand to see me
walk out the door
dont try to fight the feelin
cause the thought alone
is killin me right now
thank god for mom and dad
for stickin together
cause we dont know how
Chorus:
you think u got it
ohhh u think u got it
but got it just dont get it
cause theres nothing at allll
ah allllll ah allllll
ah alll ah allllll
we get together
ohhh we get together
but seperate's always better
when's theres feelings involed
ah alllll ah allllll
ah alllll ah allllll ya juelz in the house
Repeat Verse one
juelz in the house (untill Fades)
Freeky zeeky: What's up ma? you want to suck my dick ?
Girl: yeah
Freeky Zeeky: let me pull over I don't want to crash.
Go head and start sucking my dick.
Oh watch that side tooth.
Put a little more dick in your mouth.
Put some more dick in your mouth.
( she starts gaging and then she spits up)
Bitch look wht you did I just bought this white tee.
look you got it all on my chain.
Girl: You can wipe it off.
No I can't wipe it off. I was looking fly bitch get out my car i don't care if we are on the high way. (car door shuts) (car speeds off)
Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great
Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!
now I got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
young Zab of rap
only difference is this Judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y'all cant fuck wit me
baby girl I drag my nuts for free
comfortably
and ya know I got my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
together, shit bitch you better get your
switchin' together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that
and sometime I cant belive my niggaz
still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz
this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my homies on the block with somethin'
hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
for all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie
Yo we livin' the life of
loca-vida, coke and cheever
drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like fuck em! I got no love for em
Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from
Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
this the theme song homie fuck the police!
we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
it ain't hard to tell
we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
that ain't hard to sell
and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
couple shots hit your glass
Dip-shit ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
all day, stood there
flippin' halves
when I heard ,Squalie!
I dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when I hear Squalie!
I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass
cooked more caine, push off dames
while you dumb niggaz stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains
now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
Ya probably aint expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun,
This something my grandmother would dance to or something
Sha ba doop doop dooooo
Sha ba doop doop dooooo
[Chorus]
Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall........
(i know u wishing it would rain)
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall.........
[Verse 1]
Ay Grandma and Grandpa
Look at ya grandson, I done made it far
Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer
I wish i had an answer,but i dont im jus wishin for an answer
Watchin my mamma cry, shes watchin her mamma die
Every second im drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son
See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips
U cant dodge the rain but u can follow the drips
And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe
88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup
I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are
The dicks we really are, let it rain
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
It has been long fights like this
Long days ,long nights nights like this
Im wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came
Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser
Man i twirled through the world in a roaster
Twirling the smoke up, I be so high
Shit a week goes by, i still think the week just started
Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man
He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam,jim,zeek my sponsors. black, griz,snags my monstrous
Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs,40,doe,guard
Bus, train and go hard. let it rain
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This is a story,about a young boy wishin for glory
Rap, riches and glory. some people i'll love to share it with
Yea my people my thugs i'll share it with.
You cant eat through this love im dealing with
You cant see through this love im dealing with
You cant be through or eat through this love im dealing with
Its real im feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it
Rats real im realing it all men like fishermen
Say(hey hey hey baby)
Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks im dicking em
All down and yea they all down
But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this
Let it rain
[Chorus]
Let it rain
Im just siiting here
Wishing it would rain
Im just sitting here waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain
Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah
Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind
Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right
I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops
Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots
And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind
I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind
I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin'
Big L still rappin, like it never happened
I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me
To this earth place, to win in the first place
Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy
My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right
Approach mics with aggression
I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in
I write about me, and the life of my henchmen
I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce
That was nights, that was life on the stoop
This shit gotta change
Can't forget the hard white in the boot
White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn
They riding around with a license to shoot
I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now
Follow me down, this yellow brick road
187, hello, every ghettos zip code
I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right
Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off
Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off
Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all
First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off
So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius
Cam goes platinum, the set is up next
A double album, we set for the best
Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed
But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath
Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report
I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement
I bring my whole life all in the booth shit
And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down
Flutes? What? Bring in the opera man
Ye, that's what i'm talking about
Let's do it
Yo Santana (yep)
Heat-makers
All we need is the bass now
uh uh, uh uh, uh (yeah) uh,
Verse 1:
this is marching music
this is monster music
everybody get the fuck up
get to stomping' to it
get the band, get the drum line
we marching to it
get your aunt, get your uncles
get your moms into it
this is lovely noise,
this is club knocking'
this is razors out chump
this is club oxen'
this is grab a bitch
get the club rocking
hit the bar, big spending'
get the Bub' popping'
this is move Get the fuck out the way
or get moved the fuck out the way chump
niggas get tools to fuck in the club
niggas get moved the fuck in the club
don't play punk
niggas get schooled outside of the class
for tryin' to be fast
shots hop and pop in yo' ass nigga
bitches cut school to get with the boy
your wife will cut you to get with the boy
its big pimpin' here
big lobster, big shrimp in here
big mobsters, big fish in here
yea get your fish in gear
they'll flip you yea(yea)
they'll twist you yea,(yea)
they'll let you know the Dips was here ,
get it clear!
Hook:
This is monster music(yeah)
This is country music(yeah)
This is arms out
Bombs out, bombing music(yeah)
This is launching music(yeah)
This embalming fluid,(yeah)
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it(yeah)
This is monster music(yeah)
This is country music(yeah)
This is niggaz, this is bitches
This is all our music(yeah)
This is marching music(yeah)
This embalming fluid,(yeah)
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it(yeah)
verse 2
This is for my kappa's
My sigma's, my clappers my niggas,
My alpha's my beta's, cowards and haters
Come style with the playas
Crocodiles and gators
Big gun get wild and I'll spray ya
Big gun sit down for I spray ya
Or quick run, I'll shower you later
I don't mind nigga
I got nothing but time nigga
Plus you ain't hard to find nigga, 3 blocks from my niggas,
Where they squeeze glocks, divide niggas, and they green top
Supply niggas, mean drops
Beside niggas, eaves drop and watch niggas
We cock and ride niggas
Coke' hard, go hard we block niggas
Young Joe Clark leaned on me
Shots go off,
Should of told ya not to lean on me, yea,
Your bitch wont fuck you
I told her not to cheat on me
I think your a clown she totally agrees with me
She comes over and she sleeps with me (what else)
Use the bathroom, she pee's on me
Then go home and eat with you (damn)
You a chump nigga(NIGGA)
You a punk nigga (NIGGA)
Get a grip, get ya weight up nigga!(NIGGA)
This is monster music(yeah)
This is country music(yeah
This is arms out
Bombs out, bombing music(yeah)
This is launching music(yeah)
This embalming fluid,(yeah)
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it(yeah)
This is monster music(yeah)
This is country music(yeah)
This is niggaz, this is bitches
This is all our music(yeah)
This is marching music(yeah)
This embalming fluid,(yeah)
Everybody get the fuck up
Get to stomping to it(yeah)
(alternate ending)
(Uh, Uh)
This is monser music, get a stompin to it
I spit the N.Y all the way to Compton music
I deliver the pain
I'm that nigga with Kane
You need to read up, then maybe we can meet up.
Don't try no funny shit, you'll get your onion split
Yo we strong armed niggaz, we on the Pile Bunion Shit
You know my wrist glous, don't gt your bitch toused
Cause a punk will make you jump like Kriss Kross
Are you a daddy mac? well I'm a Mac Daddy
Bullet proof black Caddy, we in Vegas black jackin'
We burn 20 grand in each hand now what?
Old enough to drink,
But we got 24's on every truck
Out in the street
They call it murder
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Niggaz front (in the street)
Get bucked and (they call it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Buck buck and (they call it murder)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets
I stay up
My gun tucked
I gives a fuck
So, welcome to jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids
Lay in boxes with sandtops
You can't stop this
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks
I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin' with
I bang
I slang
My nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
And (they call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)
Don't play
Be calm now, calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
I show the hood love
They show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's right
Come through late night
I know what it tastes like (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness
(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you
I told you you niggaz was in trouble man
DipSet (murda)
The new season has officially begun (murda)
Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out
We gon keep this one all the way gangsta
I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man
I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you
But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right
Ya Dig!
The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto
No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto)
No choice but to adapt to the ghetto
So he adapts the ghetto
Yes, the crack and the metal
He takes no days off, for gettin his cocaine off
He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off
Now Jose was the cocaine boss
Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft
But Jose was out fuckin his sister
Hittin shorty off cuz' he had love for his sister
But shorty had no love for his sister
cuz' sister would sniff up everything Jose gives her
But shorty had a plan for them both
Plus he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that
Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street
You know, CJ, Big Boo, and Melek
Now Melek is a killa, Boo is a killa
CJ well, he's just anotha nigga, but
Despite the fact, they didn't like the fact,
that he was close to Jose and he might just rat
And bein that, he was a pitcher there, he ain't a winner there
They set it up to get him there and hit him there
But shorty was smart, so before they gotta
load up and spark, he said hold up my heart, please,
then he said Please, look up in my bag,
It's cook up in my bag, it's all good up in my bag
And it's more where that came from
It get it from Jose, believe me, it's more where that came from
He had a lost and the game won
They let him go, chea, thinkin he would tell them know
where Jose was keeping the heavy coke
But instead he told Jose about that
And we all know Jose bout that
Next thing we know he seen Jose slouch back
In the chair like it's no way out that
He said shoot em Ima blow they house back
Next day Jose sent the 2-way uptown
and somebody blew they house down
Jose think shorty on his side
But he don't know shorty on his side
So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down, I need more cocaine
So they met up,
it was a set up, Guess who? CJ, Melek and Boo sped up
You seen the look on Joses's face
Like you never seen the look on old man's face, told him no man's great,
and it's no man's place, to fuck with no man's fam
Then he said, where's my sister before I kill you (ha, ha)
The story's over man (over man)
They all kinda end like that man, ya dig
You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody, everybody gotta lil boy fresh and them somewhere
Weither it's right next door, across the hall
Up the block, down the block, around the corner
I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through diffent eyes
You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit
I've been feeling dry baby
Trying to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel baby
C'mon ohhhh c'mon lets get it on
Let's Get It On Nigga
Aww man, lets get it on man, santana you on ya own man
Hold the set down, okay they ready, they wanna get it on, we can get it on
Lets do it man.Dipset,ya know got a lot of shit man
Got these bastards man,lets do it
Ya niggaz is dealin with a "G" from the block
Yea its me from the block,quick to tell a nigga(lets get it on)
But I dont really like to beef on the block,that brings heat to the block
I got to eat on the block nigga
Ya dealin wit a pimp from the hood, keep a chick from the hood
Quick to tell her ey(lets get it on), C'mon, lets go
Im tryin to do it so ey(lets get it on)
Im 1 hell of a guy, fly fella can fly, like scarface, 1 hell of a hi shit
1 hell of a ride that I drive, 23's look like propellers on side
Who stuntin like me, who frontin like me.
Who did it,who get it,who done it like me, you!
Who wishin,who frontin,who want it from me, you!
Come get it,you want it and its nuttin to me, and you!
Chumps already know how it feel,
When it comes to the pump and the steel, its like(lets get it on)
You know what these wild boys toot
Tie em up with the cowboy rope so(lets get it on)
Lets get it on ya(imma get it)(lets go baby)(lets get it on)
Hey ma,bag that ass up,look ya back almost crashed up so(lets get it on)
(thats love baby)(thats love right there)(hit em 1 more time)
Man you dudes can get it, thats my word
To the slang on my houston fitted.
I send rockets at you dudes and midgets
Send cock up in you goose and pigeons so(lets get it on)
I know you like that mama,I'll be right back mama so(lets get it on)
Yea do you believe me,dont you believe me,wont you believe me
So come(lets get it on)
On any given sunday or any given monday. we headed up the runway
Uptown yea we headed up a one way, her head is in my lap
So I let her do her one thing. she was jamaican
So i fed her bread and dumplings,veggie pads and rum cake
Told her(lets get it on), said she was 18 and lived crazy just like me
Eighties baby jus like me so(lets get it on)(eighties baby huh)
(get it on then)hey baby you know what your boy holds all night
Long pipe,long strokes(lets get it on)I got it so you right ma listen
Hey ma,roll with the winners and I aint talkin dinner, im like(lets get it on)
(told you man, we can get it on)(matter fact,lets get it 1 more time santana)
Man I roll through,stroll through,flag on the ride side of my whole crew screaming
(lets get it on)they'll get you,they'll twist you,they'll split ya whols body in half
Then dismiss you like(lets get it on)
But im lookin for a bad lil mama,get mad like her papa,got an ass like her mama
Got her own woom,ass for a dolar,go half on a scama and I laugh when I holla
Yea(go half)(thats love baby)(yea dats love)(lets get it on)
Hey baby,the ride on this chrome,just provide us with dome so(lets get it on)
(thats love baby)(thats love)(yea thats love baby)
You must be used to me spendin.nope(lets get it on)not tonight nope(thats love baby)
It dont cost nothing its free(freebie)(lets get it on)
Hey ma if you give good brain,you'll get ya dipset chain
(lets get it on)(you know thats like 20,000)(thats love baby)
(you know thats for nothing)lights out,nothing to fight bout, got the pipe out
So(lets get it on)(its the only thing to do)(thats love baby)(I mean its only right)
guess what....
im back
AI.......SANTANA.....DIP-SET BITCH! you know, you know
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit
[verse 1]
Gangsta Niggas, come, gangsta bitches, come, get on up,get gangsta wit us
umm...or should i say,get gangsta wit me,i gangsta boogie through this
gangsta city(wathc me
get dough, get..?..?..?..?..?..?..?.get low before i bang at you(watch me)
..?..?..?..?..?..big rolls you know, no thanks to you
and shorty you can catchin me stunt,doin weed,screamin....
HI, MY NAME IS!..deez nuts, G's up, hoe's down
thats how its been, how it is and how it goes down
from my young G's wit the clip and the black 5th(come)
to my OG's wit the pic wit the black fist(come)
umm...this gangsta shit,full blown gangsta shit, you know gangsta shit...AI
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit
[Bridge]
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
[Verse 2]
pop, pop, pop it like its hott
like snoop said(tongue clicks)
drop, drop it like its hott
which one of yall wit ur coochie love
im fucked up and im lookin for some groupie love
yall hoe's know why im here
and its not to send bottles and buy yall beer(come)
i might send over some eye contact(come)
and let you know im tryin to hop on that(ummm)
and if you send back the eye contact
than i know..its time to go to the pop off shack
im a gangsta, i like to do gangsta shit
like(ummm) gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch..so come
gangsta boogie wit a gangsta bitch
come see how da gangsta's live(come)ummm
and you'll see it aint no fronts or tellin lies
this gangsta shit rite here must be televised
(Chorus)
we say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump,no thanks to you
we blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump,no thanks to you
from the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
this is gangsta shit
ready to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat, shake ya tushy
if you like gangsta shit
[Bridge]
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
check it...why wont you wanna be like us
yup,cut it out.....you cant be like us(nope)
You know me, yea u niggas know me
Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none.
Must be lost,
We'll get em back though.
I look around, like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin to bring the good times back.
DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games.
Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine.
Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade?
Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut.
Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box
during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you
could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that
good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays.
As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep!
Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me?
Do you remember, them good ol nites?
Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta pay that good ol price.
Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back.
Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet?
Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt care.
Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top.
Do ya?
remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains?
Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend taht made you laugh?
Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above?
Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could be.
Remba that good ol dream u used to have?
Similar to the one Dr. King used to have.
Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's changed.
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka ya dig
Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, whats goin through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him
Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep, but hew don't care
But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair
There he go, postin on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again
(Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet
(Thats,Thats,Thats) Where dem guns is kept
These young niggaz better show some respect (respect)
I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf
Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him
Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin
Shorty replied, somebody stall him
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come
They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone
And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you jus float up and fade
Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh, huh)
Or do you just die (huh huh)
Or do you just perish from the earth and its over
Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin
She jus think she got a dude wit a pension
She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new benz
And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn)
There she go, all through the street wit it
Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin
Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice)
"Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead"
Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin
I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did
Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay)
He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn)
Now thats wrong (wrong)
But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next)
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch)
And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their gone
I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig
(Dipset B*tch)
(Fella! Santana Aye!!)
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin
Now how many chicks in this b*tch like dick?
Well how many dudes in this room like pune?
Holy moly the rap Goldie
ohh he back put up yours now clap
That, thats the sound i like to hear
That, thats the bounce i like to hear
Now grab a chick and get freaky
Whisper at her, are you kinky
And if she tell you yes
found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex
I bet that will be freaky
(yea that will be kinky) (yea)
Tap it up slap it up filp it rub it down dont forget to wrap it up
Then tell shorty to back it up
Just like a truck thats backing up (yea) (aye!!)
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Now guess whos back in the mothaf*ckin house
Front get punched in your mothaf*ckin mouth
But i aint come for that dear baby
Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?)
Ill be your check up guy
Check up low check up high
Check out bye bye then im gone like the wind
Find a sucka spend all night with him
I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha
Not download a nasty picture picture
Cuz i dont know about the internet
I just how much im into sex (yea)
Whats poppin withcha is you tryin to get it poppin sista
No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh)
just lots of dick (huh)
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Juelz talkin':
yea let me call this bitch up
(dials number)
girl: hello?
Juelz: yo whats good what you doin?
girl: chillin
Juelz: I aint doin shit I'm chillin at the crib
right now, what you tryin' to get into
girl: shit I dont know, you tell me!
Juelz: you comin' over?
girl: yea
Juelz: where you at your crib?
girl: yea
girls man in background: ay yo ay yo who the fuck
you talkin' too over there ma?
Juelz: what the fuck, who that?
girl: I aint talkin' to nobody this Keisha on the
phone!
girls man: thats Keisha,o aight
girl: anyway
girls man: hold up wait wait
a fuckin minute, I just talked to Keisha nigga
she sleep B
Juelz: (o thats her man!)
girls man: yo who the fuck is you talkin' too
you dirty bitch see this is the fuckin' shit I be
talkin' about, yo' ima slap the shit outta you B
Juelz: (laughin'!)
girls man: naw matter fact,I aint even worryin' about
that shit B, word to my mother B, I'm spittin now,
I'm rappin' yo word to my mother
I'm bout to get signed to them Diplomats niggas B,
word to my mother I just spoke to that nigga Juelz B
Juelz: yo tell him to chill!
girl: chill baby damn
girls man: word to my mother I'm about to be on,
yea Ima leave you bitch, Ha Ha! Ima leave you bitch,
you aint gonna be nothin', diplomats baby!
woo byrd gang, byrd gang all day!
Juelz: did he just say he signed to diplomats?
girl: yea but that nigga be sayin so much bullshit
its crazy!
ends and fades into DIPSET (SANTANAS TOWN) song
Dip Set
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Throw up your set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Hang with gangs, that hang and bang
Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang
Damn, it's new the game done changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A ho selection of my ho collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...
And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot
Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot
Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)
Go,it's your birthday
Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them
Four-fos and glocks and them
They the paparrazi, they the livest posses
Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed
Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)
Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man
DipSet
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep
Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep
Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)
The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
AY, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
AY, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every
Life changes on a daily bases
every minute every hour still we try to save it (aight, aight, aight)
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy
Happy New Year people (people)
The ball done dropped, guess you can say the new year's legal (yep)
Shit my resolution was (what)
Do everything I been doing, better than I usually does (yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album was too farfetched for the matrix (couldn't touch it)
Now it's all simple, checkers and basics (basics)
21 blackjack check for the aces (uh)
21 cats act I'm checkin for faces
Brought 21 gats back like them was the faces (damn)
21 gats clap left em' in braces
With his shoes tied but he never had laces (damn)
We was just trying to bar-b-q out there
But he started like I wouldn't start a bar-b-q out there (damn)
Like I wouldn't make him dodge a few out there {yea}
Good thing the car was parked out there {oh yea, oh yea}
I'm just trying to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a lil son in my life (shit)
Thats the one in my life, that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he can live a comfortable life
Cam got to feed him and lil cam (yep)
Jim got to feed him and lil jim (yep)
Zeke got to feed him and lil zeke (yep)
Now I got to feed me and lil me (yep)
And these kids eat like lil beasts
They grow every hour need clothes every hour
Thats why I got to make dough every hour
Do a show every hour hit the road every hour
Two flights a day (day)
I'm in states so far that if you drove it'll be two nights away (cali)
Who nice as me shit blue ice on me
And when I land shit new viper grey
I'm so great when I do it
I sold flame to the fluid, lit it made it my music
Thats fire (ha ha)
Who could deny it', who could apply it' (apply it)
Same pressure that I do if you could then try it (try it)
Shit you just tryin to flood the pipe
I'm tryin to apply so much pressure that I bust the pipe (BUST)
And I done bust the pipe
Wide open cause (Life changes on a daily bases yea)
I'm just tryin to feed my family
Just tryin to be all I can be
Just tryin to survive these crazy streets
Times is hard but it's gonna get better trust me
I've been struggling all my life
Makin these songs to get these right
In studios morning till night
My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me
They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people
And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking
Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
For the judge, for you take him and see him
Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so..
If not, those wolves aiming where you layin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
San-tana (aye)
It's dipset Bitch
There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby
Top down and im at it again
It's hot now and i'm at it to win
(you heard me)
Who want it with me
Nobody wanna it with me
Oh im so fly
Oh Mami come n get me
Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh)
There it go
If u want it come and get it
I aint kiddin im wit it
Here it go (go)
So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW
There it go
Yea jus like that
Move your thang like a boomarang
And come right back
There it go
I dont need to ask i proceed to grab
A chiks up my G'd up swagger
There it go
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye
I got to get it
I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guyz to sin it
I know not unlimit
Theres no skys a limit
Till then
Imma do imma do imma do ma thang
So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang
And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not)
Aye girl you make me want to know
You do it like a pro lil lady
If so bring it here let it show lil lady
There it go
Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You kno lil lady
Yes girl
Uhm yes you can have a
Cumfest girl to the sunset girl (girl)
But first i gotta Undress girl
So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl
There it go
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!!
Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
All sides all guys all rise now
BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now
Now all ladies more ladies all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now
Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
(Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go
And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!)
Damn straight through your man's plantano
You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw
And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin, enforcin, extortion
Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin
We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!)
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules
Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who)
Who wanna romp with us? (Who)
(BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us
(We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers
Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage
Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta
Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta
(BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!)
Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women
They are shottas, we are breed of achievers
That will do anything to suceed or achieve it
You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!)
Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters
Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters
Don Gargon hard and love the drama
And tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom
Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum
I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, I, this is shotta
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot
It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I’m back (Juelllllz, Santana)
I’m back (Juelllllz, Santana)
(Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, uh-oh
(No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers)
(Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana)
Okay, I’m reloaded, okay the heats loaded, okay now we rolling okay (yeah)
My .44 peace talking, sound o-so-sweet talking
Do more-more street talking, than Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well
Hell, you looking at the preview of “The Matrix 12”
El rock them, I’m here to shake the bells (Juelllllz…)
Shake the bells what’s my name (Santana)
You got that gear right, I’m not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain’t steered right
Fuck driving reckless, my mind is reckless
Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can’t give it up (nope)
Like an old man who can’t get it up, I’m not a man ‘til it’s up
So now I’m rapping bad, I’m back I’m badder
Shit, ya’ll probably think I’m taking rap viagra
Got as many songs than Pac had on lock stash
I can pop songs just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch fag
I’m here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it and relock that
Don’t touch, stop that, it’s locked black
And guess what, I’m back (Juelllllz…)
I’m back (Santana)
(Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, (Juelllllz, Santana) uh-oh
(No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers)
I’m back (Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana) uh-oh
Say hello to my little friend, hello ‘fore I pull again (Juelllllz…)
And show you my bullets friend, hello my name please (Santana)
Straight bring the llama, for cake stand behind you
Make plans to drop you, I ain’t Aunt Jamima, nope
Bitch, I ain’t here to wine you, I ain’t here to dine you, I cam here to pop you
Shit, and I came here for lobster (Juelllllz…)
The whole damn sha-bang and they ain’t bring the pasta (Santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain’t got me my food
I’m not gone be used, shots gone eat through
This kid small body, and this big long shotty
That will just make shit here all sloppy
Straight out the pot I’m ready, straight out like rock I’m ready
Or more proper, I’m straight out like hot spaghetti
It’s rock and roll time (time) it’s lock and load time (Juelllllz…)
Show time, adios amigo, got to go time (Santana)
Yeah, but I be back right at you, twice back at you, like Christ back at you, yeah!
You be like damn, that’s one nice ass rapper
I kind of like that rapper, I want to be like that rapper, no!
No, but if you bite that rapper,
I might bite back at you, with the Rifle at you, whoo!
Yeah, I know that might sound bad, but it’s
I’m back
(Ya’ll got a problem, his name’s Santana, Santana)
I’m back, (Juelllllz, Santana) uh-oh
(No one to play around, we’ll squeeze them hammers)
Juelz Santana.
Ain't no turning back from here (Thats right)
I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It
DON'T listen just picture it
HOW vivid this picture it
ME gifted and living this
NO gimmicks or images
I spit and deliver it
LIKE no one that's living shit (AYE)
Straight from the ground y'all you dig?
Close to where the groundhogs live
Where the police hound y'all kids
Arrest and give out long bids
From where they keep the four squeeze the four
Hustle all day in the streets so long
If the feds ever decide to come
We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law
I was taught be smart stay humble
I was taught be hard don't fumble
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
Greater than great I am
YES haters they hate I am
WHAT playing I play to win
PLUS still I remain up in
THE hood I came up in
BUT the hood I came up in
FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP (AYE)
From my date of birth hun'
'Til my day in the dirt come
I remain the earth's one
YES the matrix's first son
Toast to the good day to the bad day
To the good yay' to the bad yay'
To the time the shit was mixed up
I had good yay' on a bad day
Best of the best I is
AND never the less I is
AYE man of respect I is
REAL dammit yes I is
KILL nigga yes I will
LEAVE bodies by cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til the day I get locked
'Til the day I get shot
Or till the day I just drown in water (AYE)
Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me
Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed
Yea,Ice Cream Hoodie, Bathing Ape Tennis Shoes/
No time for pictures, no time for interviews/
Im gon' get the money, snowstorm or sunny/
try me and i'm comin out my coat armor or somethin/
note on the table, pay me a daygo/
ya cant get the cash? then pay me in yayo/
save me the drama, dont go run and snitch/
if thats ya mama then i'll murk ya right in front of that bitch/
Ima Young Money, Cash Money, Universal solider/
watch out Ms. Syria, i'm kinda feelin ya/
ha, ima headache but they love the pain/
i ask a bitch her name and tell her go board the plane/
Im so sure, i know more, im so more Dwayne/
I know whores that know whores that's always with some more whores/
you ol' whores, i show whores , i go whores/
im always at the store cuz i go more, i go for it, thats so foward/
mami say she so bored wit ol' boy, oh oh/
i leave that pussy so sore, thats right no dough/
bitch get lost in the current, how the dough flows/
niggas call Maybachs LoLo's, niggas got the glock in the chokehold/
i wont fold, till the cops, till the PoPo's, ya hoes/
shout to my stomping ground, Hollygrove/
fuck wit them New Orleans niggas, funeral/
Uptown, Uptown's where i roll, yea/
welcome to the real outdoors, and of course/
that chopper that i tote will split em like a divorce/
and that spiritual force, take 'em way up north/
they say the end is coming, ima stay up for it/
ima chase that money, you could wait up for it/
ima kick to the snare, ima boom to the base/
Ya probably aint expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun,
This something my grandmother would dance to or something
Sha ba doop doop dooooo
Sha ba doop doop dooooo
Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall........
(i know u wishing it would rain)
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall.........
Ay Grandma and Grandpa
Look at ya grandson, I done made it far
Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer
I wish i had an answer,but i dont im jus wishin for an answer
Watchin my mamma cry, shes watchin her mamma die
Every second im drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son
See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips
U cant dodge the rain but u can follow the drips
And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe
88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup
I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are
The dips we really are, let it rain
It has been long fights like this
Long days ,long nights nights like this
Im wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came
Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser
Man i twirled through the world in a roaster
Twirling the smoke up, I be so high
Shit a week goes by, i still think the week just started
Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man
He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam,jim,zeek my sponsors. black, griz,snags my monstrous
Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs,40,doe,guard
Bus, train and go hard. let it rain
This is a story,about a young boy wishin for glory
Rap, riches and glory. some people i'll love to share it with
Yea my people my thugs i'll share it with.
You cant eat through this love im dealing with
You cant see through this love im dealing with
You cant be through or eat through this love im dealing with
Its real im feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it
Rats real im realing it all men like fishermen
Say(hey hey hey baby)
Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks im dicking em
All down and yea they all down
But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this
Let it rain
Let it rain
Im just siiting here
Wishing it would rain
Im just sitting here waiting for the rain
I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
The only borough that was built on an island, woah
You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Niggaz still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
Niggaz back up, or lift us back up
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, okay
Now let me hear you say, OKAY
It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too
Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay (get up, get up)
DipSet (uh oh)
Juelz Santana
Heatmakerz (clap)
I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up)
Huh, he's moving again
I'm like (oh yes)
I'm nice (oh yes)
Still pitching (weight)
Still flipping (weight), yeah
So come fuck with the boy
I'm still pumping the boy
I'll still dump on the boy
Blue steel pump to the boy
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey
I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker
Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker
I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker
I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah
I explore and cruise
Islands and shores that's new
Bring the boat out, smoke out
Watch the water move
I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools
Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave)
Like, Cowabunga, dude
This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you
Bump you like how a bumper do
I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do
What, that (weight), yup, that (weight)
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)
This the jam, yep
Put your hands up
And just (wave)
And just (wave)
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (wait), oh man (wait)
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back)
I'm back
I'm crack
Sorry about the (wait)
Sorry I made you (wait)
I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down
They need me out there (yeah)
I can't let the streets down
I gotta do it B I, G now, I see now
I couldn't (wait), nope, I couldn't (wait) AY
Plus the ladies love the kid
Plus the babies love the kid
Could it be I'm from the eighties
They know what I'm up against
Call me a grinder, call me a survivor
Why should I (wait), how could I (wait), no
Plus I'm a sex symbol (symbol)
That'll make your bitch bed tremble
Floor shake, bar rock, hard cock (cock)
Hit it left once, right twice, work the middle
For lovin me girl
Just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do man
Free I like this shit right here man
Girl c'mon
Let's do it like this
Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you
Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around
I'm just tryin to come get you a run around
Skip through a couple towns
Maybe skip through a couple rounds
If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sorta a long distance brother
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules and perimeters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'
And you can be my down ass bitch
Yeah baby that's for sure
I'm a show you how package raw
How to snap it on
How to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond
And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah)
Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Bagging bitches every party and high
Please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth
Every where I go to brezies I'm true
Man they tell me that I over does it
You need to slow up you over thugging (So What)
But the hoes slugging in the open public
I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing
Now they roll up fucking
Take two totes and love it
Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear
I'm like Richard Gere, put them in my coup moving fast switching gears
Get it crystal clear
Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear
She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) summer time And1 jeans my tank top
I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock get money man (yeah uh)
Baby girl I'm a player with pass ball
Moving fast hundred grand on the black fall
Please love get your feet up off my dads velour
This is cash droor we gonna clash course
And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and Jones is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah)
Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
I've been paying attention to whats going on out there man I've been watching you niggas stealing my
ways and shit and it's getting out of control now (out of control) Ima start tellin you niggas like i
tell my bitches (listen) dont watch me watch T.V. this is Pay Per View nigga you gotta pay for
this.. (Santana)
Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my shoulders off (thanks)
ya been waiting been patient,been anxious,now I here for bring back me the greatness (yes) da rap
Ali,jab i weave then come back with da same jab times three,I blow smoke to the heaven im so dope its
a weapon raps one big casino im plottin ocean eleven aye i might have sold the least but i still
manage to most feared by most MCs (good) who dope as me who close to me for sure papi nobody yea thats
hows its supposed to be now listen you could either comprehend it or compliment it its all authentic
yup but you better believe whenever i say no homo you could bet your balls i meant it.
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2)
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2)
Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go. Aye
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check)
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check)
Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go.
Bad news rap dudes Im back fools get a throne up this is that jack move Achoo i just sneezed and the
track moves god blessed me yes thats true so bright throw lights up for me,for life married the game
throw rice up for me, (yes) so nice throw ice up for me 2 pieces for big and 1 piece for the keys I am
back like cooked crack yup even my connect asked me how cooked that up, I told em a brick of
me is equevelent to 50 keys broken down sold around we in the city streets (wow) if you catch me sexing
a chick its a bisexual chick or something foreign I'll never forget yes Im the shit bet Im the shit
how much lay it down whatever you bet I got it covered Aye.
Shit homie quick homie get a camera get a flip (yes) get a load of this homie the fifths on me say
something the fifths off me aim ready to bust damn the fifths horny the albums done and between the
albums coming its been a while but fuck it this time around im frontin i done styled the stunnin,i
done wowed the public,i done payed my dues,did my hundred miles of runnin,now im back (AYE!) like raw
cocaine put in da pot with water and soda then thrown on flames and look what came out was me yes
crack in the flesh at its best so hot,wont stop,dont knock me,dont stop dont watch,dont copy,stones
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that dick don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
Put the coke in the pots whip it over the rocks
Ship it over the blocks it's movin' movin'
I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to whip that shit how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just as raw
Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash
Boy I don't play when it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that dick don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
Copped ten sold five then I hide three
Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two
Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit
Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15 all type of clips
G.A. yeah Atlanta
Dipset Harlem World call Santana
Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly
We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly
That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman
140th and Lenix I know the birdgang
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that dick don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga sit it in a pamper
I still got two sittin' in the hamper
I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers
My lil brother got piff on them campers
We call him the N.O. capo
New Orleans that's what we ride for
We got Cash Money on the table and underneath the flo, nigga'
Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo'
Aye but I really got a pan when I hit the blo
Shit aye this beat is so
Motherfuckin' G.I. Joe and the hydro
Got me high I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke
When your bitch start choosin' she gon' ride wit a pro
I'ma have that hoe swallowin' coke
Birdman Jr
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that dick don't give back lip
Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em
You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em
You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em
You niggas don't want it
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
My niggas they get it...money
Ya'll niggas can't get it...money
We'll kill ya to get it...
Money, money, money, money
It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta
My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas
I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas
I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em
If he blink wrong...Kill 'em
If he think wrong...Kill 'em
Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em
Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket
Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em
Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket
I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it
Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day
Dog, I don't play around all day, no
I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day
And then I let a round off maynn
Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang
Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein
I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn
When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya
Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla
And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla
That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa
This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture
I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate
He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork
Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake
'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch
Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga
Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em
What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas
What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome
In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones
Santana, I give any part to homes
eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones
Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome
Right with my orange stones, we aren't home
Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route
Hustla please, man you was the lookout
Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full
But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod
That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac
This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop
How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot
Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile
I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial...
Hey ja, I think juelz is back in town
Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Get, get back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I'm back and I'm back and I'm back and I'm back in affect
I'm back and I'm back and I'm back as a matter of fact
I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin' 'em back
What's happened has happened and I'm what's happenin' back
I'm packin' a mack in the back of the cadillac
I'm badder than that than half of the bastards who rap
I'm battin' at that with a baseball hat and a bat
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I'm fuckin this track I been fuckin this track up, I'm doin'
I come with the mack, if you bust that shit back up, I'm shootin'
He front and he act up, there's nothin' to back up his shootin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I bubble the crack 'cause I cut it to packs and I move it
It's nothin' to that, but it's somethin' to that 'cause I do it
They runnin' you back, I'm runnin' it back, I'm movin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
Yo, I'm doper than doper, than doper, than doper, than doper
I'm closer to dope than actual dope is to dope
I roll in the smoke let 'em know it's potent I smoke
Take coke to the boat, the boat to the ocean and float
I know what I know about hoes that I know that you don't
I know I control 'em I poke 'em and open 'em slow
I know that I'm flowin', so why stop flowin', keep goin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I know that I'm killin', and killin' is just what I do
I know them gorillas we all used to chill in the zoo
I know how to get her, kill him and get up to you
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I know that I'm iller, the illest, and iller than you
Hold up my nigga, there's nothin' you niggas can do
My four-fifth is bigger I spit it and it enters in you
Yo who that
Me,it's Ja
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph
What, she asked for my autograph in the class
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that
you crazy man say word
word
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that
I said a dipset bitch
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school
word
not cause you that nigga
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about
that's what's up that's what's up
some of the kids can hardly talk
yeah word
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know
word uncle Ju Ju
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight
aight
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you
aww i love you too man
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go
Now that I've got your attention
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s***
well that's what the f*** they gon need
cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around
Who better than me, you better than me
S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased
Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right
Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe
Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash
Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags
Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags
I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a**
I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp
Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips
Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics
Just to prove I'm this sick
You n***as need to be spank by your mami
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short late waist pack money
I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now!
Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME!
I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!!
Who want it with I you want it with I
I'll shoot one of ya eyes
You'll lose one of ya eyes
I'll jam move and slump ya
Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under
My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border
You never will be what I forever will be
Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!!
I'm so mean and nice with the things I write
Jesus might say Jesus Christ
It's only rap so why yall trying to hold me back
Like yall ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE!
My peoples play and sling cocaine
More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way
So you can find me on the streets okay
With that big f***ing piece okay
Too dope for this but you won't admit
So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit
You ever seen a man gag and gargle
Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles
They like cut it out you slacking
But I bust it out in rapping
Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing?
N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me
I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity
I'm more macing than grace is when I say s***
You should say amen after my name kid
Yes this is that of greatest
Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that
Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me
That's how I feel..
Okay it's Santana, I'm back again
You know what man? What? What?
This is... Yea
You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope)
A piece, a part, a hamstring about me
The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's
You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones
I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)
So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere
Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there
Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to
Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin
Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother
We are the Dip family, get a grip family
Nothin alive can divide this family
So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best
The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)
The game itself don't notice your stress
You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)
That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go
If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go
Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went
Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent
Fuck what ya think nigga
Cause this is..
[Juelz Santana]
Aight, I'm baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya niggas know me!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it
[Juelz Santana]
Uh, aight
Ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I don't touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money that's bumpin money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday click wasted
Everyday's a long day, I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked bitches
They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin'
I be battin', they be pitchin', Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it
[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
Uhhh
I'm international like my fucking visa
Swag on Easter, wrist on freezer
Bitch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin doe I'ma roll like Peter (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I'm forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
You pop shit, I show shit
You got shit, I own shit
That fly shit, I'm on it
I'm hawk shit, you novice
Man, ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, it's time to bring that money home
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it
[Juelz Santana]
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya niggas know me!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
She wanna be with a G, like me, rockstar fresh nigga, still street, concrete, III. i give it to her
backseat, her jeep, cant see, cant peep, windows foggie. i bring the freak out of her make run
make her cum make it leak out of her(her). Halle Barry(who?), Nea Lord, Demi Moore Kim Boar i hit em all.
Take em through the hood let em hit the weed now she done with you and she settlin for mee.
Gansta Gansta she like that, Not you, wanna be like that you lamee. could it be the walk, could it
be the talk, could it be the way i let my pants sag off my ass. thats whats makin all the good girls water (water). haha
Chorus
Good girls gotta get down with ganstas x 3
Verse2
Im not for the walks in the park im for the lake night calls, humps in the dark, pumps in the
bump spull the rubber off and put the cum on her butt, YUK! Ayyee, plus she like the fact she
can feel safe with me, if she want she can set a nigga up for a safe with me, she like the fact i
live close to edge of the ledge, without fallin on the edge without fallin on my head ye dig, and ever night
they fallin in my bed im crawlin in they legs got em callin all they friends like girl you wont believe
what just happen to me, that G put me to sleep, Girl, i just woke up i just got up on my fee,t and
im still feelin week in my knees,Girl he toke the pistol and live free, i think you needa
Guess what
I'm back
Santana, DipSet Bitch!
You know, you know
We stay G'd up, we make these bucks, we make things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze, we up, we invade these clubs, we make things jump
No thanks to you
From the beat to the boogie, to the street to the hoody
This is gangsta shit
Let you get down to the beat, and just boogie to the beat, shake your tooshy
If you like gangsta shit
Gangsta niggaz, gangsta bitches
Get on up, get gangsta wit us
Or should I say, get gangsta wit me
I gangsta boogie, through this gangsta city
Get dough, hit hoes, hit flow, big 4, get low, 'for I bang at you
Pitch blow, big blow, big thang, big 'Rols, you know, no thanks to you
And shorty you can catch me stuck, cause the weed, yup
Screamin "Hi! My name is" Deez Nutts
G's up, hoes down, thats how it been, how it is, and how it goes down
From my young G's wit the clip in the black 5th
To my old G's wit the pick wit the black fist
This is gangsta shit, full blown gangsta shit, you kno, gangsta shit, A!
We stay G'd up, we make these bucks, we make things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze, we up, we invade these clubs, we make things jump
No thanks to you
From the beat to the boogie, to the street to the hoody
This is gangsta shit
Let you get down to the beat, and just boogie to the beat, shake your tooshy
If you like gangsta shit
Check it
Now don't you wanna be like us?
Cut it out
You can't be like us
Now don't you wanna be like us?
Cut it out
You can't be like us
Pop it like its hot, like Snoop said
(pop pop) Dr-drop it like its hot
Which one of y'all want your coochie rubbed?
Im fucked up and Im lookin for some groupie love
Yall hoes know why Im here
And its not to send y'all bottles or buy y'all beer
I might send over some eye contact
And let you know Im tryin to hop on that
And if you send back the eye contact
Then I know, its time to go to the pop off shack
Im a gangsta, I like to do gangsta shit
Like gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch
So come, gangsta boogie wit a gangsta bitch
Come see how the gangstas live
And you'll see it ain't no fronts or tellin lies
This gangsta shit here, must be televised
We stay G'd up, we make these bucks, we make things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze, we up, we invade these clubs, we make things jump
No thanks to you
From the beat to the boogie, to the street to the hoody
This is gangsta shit
Let you get down to the beat, and just boogie to the beat, shake your tooshy
If you like gangsta shit
Check it
Now don't you wanna be like us?
Cut it out
You can't be like us
Now don't you wanna be like us?
Cut it out
Uh, Santana, let's do it
Yeah, DipSet
Man where ever I go, I hold it down
I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down)
These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath
Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down)
I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing
Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down)
I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league
When he first came in, it's (Going down)
I know you mad, my career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down)
I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court
And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down)
I need be out by the morning
Man the streets needs me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down)
Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeded, it's (Going down)
Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down)
Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
Now look, I'm back stronger than ever
Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down)
Man we could get it on, it's whatever
The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down)
Got a new chick, badder than ever
Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down)
No bud, no kiss, no hug
No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down)
Yeah, that's my kind of baby
That's my kind of lady it's (Going down)
And the purse, you might find a eighty
Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down)
And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her
Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down)
Got another thing coming, not a baby but a
?? believe me I done it (Going down)
Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how
Ya beautiful child it's (Going down)
Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child
Still shooting the pound it's (Going down)
Gotta survive, manuever through towns
Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down)
Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town
Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down)
Only question is, will I get caught
Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down)
No they won't, man I'ma survivor
Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down)
You might catch me, crossing the border
Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down)
I caught 'em swimming, north of the border
Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down)
Going down
Going down
Going down
Skull Gang – Don’t want you back
[Intro]
[Juelz]Eey Skull Gang (Yeah)
[juelz]Ey Rabb Shorty got you tripping
[juelz]Deb what up
[depp]I’m going through her right now man
[juelz]Ow you too
[depp]Hell yeah
[juelz]Ow man
[juelz]I mean we do too much to be going through this
[Depp]Tell me about it.
[refrain]
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
(I can’t take this shit baby)
(ah ah)
( were going through to much)
and you just don’t know what to do.
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again
your listing to your friends
there so used to losing they don’t wane see you win
they wane see you in the same position that they in
Broke fucked up with no man like them
I can’t walk out the room Without you picking up my phone
trying to crack my code
to see what’s going on
You always wane know
where am going
where I been
where am at
who am with
what time am coming back (dam)
I just wane fucking night
you Just wane fuss and fight
I don’t know what’s wrong but we can’t get nothing right
I be trying get it right
you just wane pick a fight
find any reason to go pick up the kitchen knife.
[refrain]
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
[John Depp]
I could have gave you everything girl
put it in the ring girl
needs a better thing girl
I take you places you ain’t never been girl
straight down to business we can get it in girl
fuck all them bitches I’m not innocent girl
I was on the wrong route am just happy that am out
and I don’t want you back
so you know I had to bounce
got a nigger stressing
smoking ounces after ounces
is there anyone left in this world that I can count……on
you was the best but I know it wouldn’t last…...long
no disrespect and I know it was mad……wrong
but now am gonna sing along.
[refrain]
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
[Rabbi]
Shorty is you wilding cuz am profiling
stilling on a low dialing
calling me a dog
but you don’t see me on the floor grinding
acting like your ass a dam virgin with no manners
knocking on my windows
smashing my tires
being so violent
and sins you did that am taking everything back
you was independent now everything slack
we used to be cool but now everything wack
now am moving out girl I got everything back
I’m tired of your Pickering
on the phone whispering
Yea am playing 2k you think that I ain’t listening
try to burn me up with the … you cooked the chicken in
you did so much to me but the rest I ain’t mentioning.
[refrain]
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
I don’t want you back if your wilding
I just can’t get back right to you
you always get mad when I’m stilling
and you just don’t know what to do.
[outro]
[juelz]What your reppin chuchu
Daddy?
Daddy?
Daddy? (just to hear you breathing)
Damn man this shits crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin around, its crazy
I'd do anything man, do anything
Life is precious, remember that.
And if i die then my child'll be a bastard
I just had a newborn,
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong,
Im happy now, ima daddy now,
I gotta be there, i aint get to see my daddy around,
We aint never get to ball out kid,
I was young, the game caught him before i did, but
Back to you son, as for you son,
I'd do any and everything, thats the truth son,
From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough to dirty your nikes up,
Im your clean up man,
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung,
Reach for the phone, call me up son,
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you,
I'll bury a block for you,
I'll let go every shot for you, and i'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
And if i die then my child'll be a bastard
Everyday i look in your face, I sit back and i smile,
Look at his face, its just like mine, wow,
Damn, this kid shines,
Authority and prioritys, this kids mine, so,
That means i gotta beat him if i have to,
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth,
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight,
No screws loose, no loose screws,
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect,
Cause when you gone, boy thats all you got left,
You ever get craze for candy, dont take a strangers candy,
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candys,
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider,
But most of all im your father and im just looking out for you,
When there's a problem, man im just looking out for you,
Im not talking man, im just pulling out for you,
The ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you,
And what im about to do, you shouldnt go out and do,
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom,
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong,
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
And if i die then my child'll be a bastard
I raise you up in the sky, like behold,
The only thing greater then I, YOU, my greatest achievement,
F*** a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it,
Without you i cant make or suceed s***,
I cant think, i cant wake up and eat s***,
You the reason, that im breathin,
And i will stop at any moment to see this, child live a better life,
Wow its a better life, but you better throw down if you ever fight,
Like Rocky do, dont be no punk when its time to get up and put on your boxing shoes,
You lace em up tight, you fall, get up fight,
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights,
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours,
So you just keep handling yours.
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[Hook]
Nobody knows what I go through, nah
Nobody knows, facts
If you can put yourself inside my shoes, red bottoms
You got friends is not friends no more, f-ck em
They don't understand this life that I chose
Get money and when the money and fame, it can hurt everything you love
That's right, I got some people that depend on me
I can't give up, don't know what I'm going through
You don't know, yeah, ah
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
They don't understand what I've been through
They don't understand what I go through
You think everything's all good
But you only see what I show you
They don't understand that boss life
Gotta take care of my whole crew
They depend on me my f-ckin n-ggas
They know the love is real and I'm a f-ckin winner
We all gonn eat, Sunday dinner
One day we broke together, next day we rich forever
One day we broke together, next day we rich forever
They hate it when you up, they love it when you down
All we got is us then told my n-ggas look around
Look around, look around
If if I gotta be the one to lift for sup, I won't let em down
So at the top it's just us looking down
Sorry I delayed us, but we gon' get this paper
Had a couple issues, I dealt with them, now it's payback
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
It's like everybody got they hand out
Acting like they you owe em something
They expect you to throw em something
When they really need you to show em something
One month, every broke again
Acting like you ain't throw em none
Ungrateful ass n-ggas, they only love you when you giving
And the day you say you ain't got it
They forget the days that you did it
You forgot me when I was loosing
So forget me when I'm winning
Where the dark day was frenzing me
Till the day they be friend of me
One day we broke friends, next day we rich enemies
It's hard being a real n-gga, when these n-ggas got bitch tendencies
Female emotions, I can't waste my energy
For them I got that remedy, kill em with success
Royalty is my pedigree, too fresh to be stressed
But thank god for memories, god willin I'm blessed
My comeback's they penalty, these haters gon' be upset
And I done lost a couple friends on the way
F-ck 'em they wasn't really with me all the way
I'll be okay
Fly nigga I'm taking off, uh, taking off, taking off
Fly, fly nigga I'm taking off, uh, taking off, taking off
Fly nigga I'm taking it off, bad bitches they take it off
Oh that look like what's your name, yeah, what's your name?
Baby momms, I eat the pussy, no play default
The pussy bush, you gotta shave it all
She said Band make a dance, I'm beating drums and blowing hard!
She told me if I look for attention, she'll give me...
You try to lock that pussy up, but I can't do like...
White seat, white mic, white car, I'm the black.
Saying yeah nigga, I'm back, yeah nigga, I'm back!
Tell Mitt Romney fell back, my president still black!
I got the press, no buzz nigga
I would wake up with my swag on
Ya niggas is broke, your pockets have the cash on!
Bitches think I'm a photographer, my next stay with that flash on
My waist stay with that flash on, these lights out when I clap on!
I'm .nigga, I'm. nigga, like Time Square when the ball drop
Word is they're been sleeping on me, well make this the alarm clock!
Hook:
Bitch I, black out on that pussy
I black out on that pussy!
I'm addicted like she got a crack house in that pussy, man!
I smash out in that pussy and I pass out that pussy
We stop that nigga out and watch him drag out that pussy, yeah!
Black out on that pussy
I black out on that pussy!
I'm addicted like she got a crack house in that pussy, man!
I smash out in that pussy and then I pass out that pussy
We stop that nigga out and watch him drag out that pussy, yeah!
She don't even know me like that
But she gonna learn today, yeah
And every big dog like cat
And let me out my cage and she told me,
She needed me in her life!
But I told her, "you need dick in your life!"
And she said, "you know you're probably right!"
Great minds think alot and then I paint her white!
Hook:
I black out on that pussy!
I'm addicted like she got a crack house in that pussy, man!
I smash out in that pussy and I pass out that pussy
We stop that nigga out and watch him drag out that pussy, yeah!
Living la vida loca, I hate being sober
These niggas saying I'm broke, but I bet them niggas broke up!
I'm... many jokers, she gave me that choker
And I had was super, so yeah nigga I soaked up!
Damn that show, lady! Damn that show, lady!
She got your name... that's crazy
I cover that with my babies!
Told her to come downstairs, we did it all in my Caddy
.she sit upstairs with her daddy
Money coming in by the bags, every day I pop tags
In the club wasting his cash, bitch, keep bouncing that ass!
They say real niggas don't last, they say real niggas don't last
Now it's just too many fake niggas, making real niggas look bad!
Get, get it on such a lame ass
Live it fast, no break paths!
(Intro)
Sho nuff, aight
Y'all niggas know
(Hook)
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Bitch who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town? Me (Sho nuff)
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
I'm from grimy ass New York (preach!)
(Verse)
My neck was only built for Cuban links
Diamond chains, the finer things, you know
My wrist was only made for APs
Rollies, what you know about Robert Debeau, ho?
Bitch I'm paid, bow when you see me, kiss my J's
Let a nigga try lift my chain
And it's by little birdie, I clip those wings
You chase chickens, I flip those things
I fucked your baby momma and I even ain't kick no game
Pockets on cheesecake all day
Strawberry niggas got shortcake
Sold many pounds, feel like I lost weight
Raw work, fiends can't keep they jaw straight
You could run, you could hide, you're not at all safe
Hope you got insurance, I be in all states
(Hook)
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Bitch who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town? Me (Sho nuff)
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
I'm from grimy ass New York (preach!)
(Verse)
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all
The 40 move everything around me, leave niggas bloody
Lot of niggas gettin' killed y'all
My clique like the Knicks in my city
Shoot a nigga down, JR Smith in my city
They claimin that they bout that, I doubt that
Get you smoked with the 40 cal loud pack
I guess this is where they fun stops
Niggas all fake, buck shots
All my bitches' ass fat, some bust shots
And if you check with me she getting butt shots
Niggas getting weirder and weirder
Got me feelin cooler and cooler
Versace belt buckle, big medusa
I'm the past and the future
Think about it
(Hook)
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Bitch who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town? Me (Sho nuff)
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
I'm from grimy ass New York (preach!)
(Verse)
La di da di, breand new Ferrari
Still got it on me, I can't trust nobody
I put all for my city, you a local clown
It's over now, I'm here, don't call it a comeback
Fuck it, call it a comeback
And this right here is the grudge match
Mohamed Ali with the jab, these niggas throwin love taps
Guess I gotta sting niggas to get my bars back
Be do anything to get my cars back
Payback's always a must, nigga trust that
My niggas bust, they don't bust back
My bitches bust and I bust back
Niggas get killed in the line of fire
Dealers go broke, tryna ball like suppliers
They all goof balls
And they got fool's gold jewels on
(Hook)
Am I gettin' money? (Sho nuff)
Am I the meanest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the baddest? (Sho nuff)
Am I the flyest? (Sho nuff)
Bitch who got the illest mojo fo sho 'round this town? Me (Sho nuff)
Yeah I walk that walk, yeah I talk that talk
[Hook: Juelz Santana]
She awesome, she awesome
My bitch is so awesome
I been with all them
She better than all them
[Verse 1:]
She look like the kind of girl that I would like to sponsor
Butt like a truck I think I'm gonna call her Tonka
Titties so pretty like she drew with a marker
If I could use two words to describe her she awesome
She awesome, I think I'm gonna ti, ti, tip her body booming like a system
I'm the radio killa, killa
Plus she hold it down for her n-gga
So she deserves everything I give her
Yeah I keep her fresh
Yeah I pay her rent
No I don't trip, n-gga I invest
Cause
[Hook x2]
[Bridge:]
Them other bitches don't know what to call them
But I know what to call you
You awesome, you awesome
[Verse 2:]
She outta mind, she outta sight
F-ck a fire cracker, my bitch is dynamite
Thought I was superman, she got that kryptonite
And we so connected, satellite
These other bitches bugging
They just parasites
And they don't have a life
They wish they had your life
I'm never hungry cause you satisfy my appetite
That ass is apple right so don't mind if I have a bite
Look at you, you so f-cking beautiful
Standing there with nothing on
I know what to do with you
Look like a bag of mula got me thinking bout the jeweler
Not a ring, but a watch, matching rollies how I do ya
YSL, Chanel, Celine Mcqueen, that's a must
None of that canal street stuff
Got a smile like colgate
Smart with a dope shape
Both rocking red bottoms looking like soul mates
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3: Wale]
Pull up in that all what?
What is that tour bus?
What is that Giovanchi?
Got these bitches star struck
Now they speaking on us
On me, on thee
Fact that I got women by the armies in arm reach
Salutening, misogynistic sue me
And that convo got yo inspired mascato make her woozy
And I gotta tell ya truly not your booty it's your beauty
North as that plantic yes I'm gonna get you two seats truely out
And that's a compliment baby love
I'm just relaying all the feelings I don't say is much
And really who gonna say it's love
And really gonna say it ain't,
But until that bouquet go up
I tell you this errday
[Hook x2]
They say I'm comin' too hard, huh?
I say these niggas comin' too soft
All them niggas soft
Yeah...
Go for that soft
I sold that brick soft
This why I sell, so soft
My girl hair so soft
These Louis shoes so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
My AK for assaults
I'm sippin' this sauce
My dick won't stay soft
My car seats so soft
These Z Tags say “boss”
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
My car seats so soft
Your army so soft
Real bitch and she like me
‘cause I make sure she get off
These niggas claimin' they winnin'
but when I'm around they lost
I'm in a new car, four door, double R, logo
Big rims, no spokes, small tires, low-pro
You pussies know that I'm no joke
How you want it? 4-O?
Four four for cinco, no ocho, just blow-blow
Still duckin' the po-po
I make her come back like a yo-yo
I'm like Ice T with that white girl
Still gettin' money off cocoa
Still flyer than all y'all
Shit, tell me somethin' I don't know
Got a bad bitch bouncin' on my stick
Like a pogo, screamin' “YOLO”
My diamonds be shinin'
Like a snow cone, I'm so froze
Far as that dough goes
I'm Russell Simmons, you JoJo
My type get real cash
Your type get killed fast
Y'all niggas like soft booty
Get it? Real ass
You hoe niggas so soft
Why don't you hoe niggas get lost?
I'll pay to see you gone
How much is you niggas gon' cost?
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
Right back in the hood, fresh off tour
Jumpin' out that new four-door
Bust down APR shores
All this stuntin' ain't called for
None of these bitches ain't all yours
None of these niggas hardcore
Young fly nigga, I'm fresh, man!
Bad bitch with me at sophomore
My Rolex is like Mayweather's
I make it rain like May weather
Ask them hoes at KOD
I don't throw paper, I spray cheddar
Your whip mean? Mine way better
Chicks they greet and love me
Up in the corner and hug me
Go all these hoes tryin' to fuck me
‘Cause that leather handle so soft
All I know is go hard
High as fuck, I'm on Mars
My pockets on black card
‘Cause it ain't no limit (ain't no limit)
To the shit I'm spendin' (shit I'm spendin')
It's double-M-G (double-M-G)
Yeah nigga, we winnin'
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
You hoe niggas so soft
I'm in the hood with that white thing...
Mister Softee
Tell them kids don't run up
Got it on me, now get ‘em off me
Get ‘em off me, get ‘em off me
Before I make it hot like coffee
Just seen ‘em put a hole-in-one
and I ain't gon' let ‘em golf me
Got a O-Z of that loudmouth
My smoke never speak softly
Ride on that dick flow
My bitch never go off-beat
Only time that I'm off feet
Known to stand on my own two
If you ‘round me, you gotta go hard
Soft niggas I don't do
These niggas ain't family
If you was, I would've disowned you
And fucked bitches that won't do
Call a bitch who want to
Gotta feel me, my texture
These dumb bitches too extra
I just kicked this bitch up off the bus, had to “next” her
I'm too strong in these streets, boy
Please don't make me flex up
You know nothin' ‘bout this
I do this, I'm a expert
DVs go off, like the TVs in my loft
That's HD on my HT
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Now I see why they hating
My diamonds Harlem's shaking
All the bad bitches I'm taking
If they hot, then I'm blazing
My nickname should be Benjamin, cause I stay with them Franklin's
These niggas saying they balling, but look like they need a donation
They see me spend what they making
One night, they whole life savings
It's like every every day is a party, my life's a fucking vacation
And I don't know my neighbors
Cause my property is on acres
My safe look like Vegas
My blunts look like Jamaicans
Got my eyes looking like Asian's
Look in my pots, Caucasian
Look under it and it's flaming
Y'all niggas know what I'm baking
Bitch I be so far gone, On Star can't find my location
Go ahead try to pull my card nigga, all I'm holding is aces
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
It's my party, bitch I do what I want to
Aye yo I'm big whippin' foreign
Sick zips, no hearing
Louie badge, no cuffs
Statue lit, bitch I'm chilling
He rush when I'm in the building
I'm crushing what I am wearing
They fussing like I am caring
I'm busting like a McLaren
They say I'm the life of the party
I came to pick out a target
This shit here, I'm on the hold list
Phone list, shamballa
I get her going, she won't wanna leave
By midnight, I'm on number three
They all know they ain't number one
By ten, by twenty, they come to me
Bring the lay's, no limit
Money drop from the ceiling
I'm all the players in spirit
She voluneteered, no stealing
Hoes down, G's up
I'm foreign V-keyed up
I'm drunk on grape, we stuck
I'm dumb good, don't need luck
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
Featuring Lil Reese
Prod. By Non Stop
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Get to the top! Bodies keep on poppin up
Cops wanna question us,
But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
(Verse)
Ain't getting money, can't get with us
These niggas, they ain't with us
Heard you was with Reese and she was quick to fuck
Can't trust niggas that's why it's only us
These niggas been acting up,
And if these niggas keep acting up,
I ain't got no chop, make noise nigga
4-5 be loud enough,
Then tell them niggas don't challenge us,
Big motive my challenger
Come through like zoom nigga,
Big gun like boom nigga
Big dogs need food nigga
Be fuckin around and get you nigga
Memorial day for you nigga,
And it won't be in Cancun nigga
You a smart boy, school nigga
I ain't none of that, I'm a fool nigga,
300 like 3 o'clock,
Get your broke ass at the school nigga
Swept up at that boom nigga, hit his ass with that T-Pain
That auto with tune niggas, that hit with me like D Wade,
I can smell the pyssy on you nigga
You bitch made perfume nigga, all fake cartoon nigga
I'll make a casket your womb nigga
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Get to the top! Bodies keep on poppin up
Get to the top! Cops wanna question us,
Get to the top! But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
(Verse)
Ain't getting money can't get with us
These niggas, they ain't with us
Heard you was with Reese and she was quick to fuck
Can't trust niggas that's why is only us
And I live it up, throwin 300 up
Bodies getting dropped, police hot as fuck
We love stains, we not give it up
Now you down and I'm up
Snitch niggas, giving names up
When the people hit the bar we put them things up
I never switch up, cause I'm the same one
And we on your ass, ain't no letting up
We at the top, haters looking up
In a film with em niggas who won't give no fuck
All all my niggas wild as fuck
And fuck niggas be mad as fuck
I'm counting paper, I got paper cuts
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Bodies keep on poppin up
Cops wanna question us,
But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
Featuring Lil Reese
Prod. By Non Stop
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Get to the top! Bodies keep on poppin up
Cops wanna question us,
But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
(Verse)
Ain't getting money, can't get with us
These niggas, they ain't with us
Heard you was with Reese and she was quick to fuck
Can't trust niggas that's why it's only us
These niggas been acting up,
And if these niggas keep acting up,
I ain't got no chop, make noise nigga
4-5 be loud enough,
Then tell them niggas don't challenge us,
Big motive my challenger
Come through like zoom nigga,
Big gun like boom nigga
Big dogs need food nigga
Be fuckin around and get you nigga
Memorial day for you nigga,
And it won't be in Cancun nigga
You a smart boy, school nigga
I ain't none of that, I'm a fool nigga,
300 like 3 o'clock,
Get your broke ass at the school nigga
Swept up at that boom nigga, hit his ass with that T-Pain
That auto with tune niggas, that hit with me like D Wade,
I can smell the pyssy on you nigga
You bitch made perfume nigga, all fake cartoon nigga
I'll make a casket your womb nigga
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Get to the top! Bodies keep on poppin up
Get to the top! Cops wanna question us,
Get to the top! But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
(Verse)
Ain't getting money can't get with us
These niggas, they ain't with us
Heard you was with Reese and she was quick to fuck
Can't trust niggas that's why is only us
And I live it up, throwin 300 up
Bodies getting dropped, police hot as fuck
We love stains, we not give it up
Now you down and I'm up
Snitch niggas, giving names up
When the people hit the bar we put them things up
I never switch up, cause I'm the same one
And we on your ass, ain't no letting up
We at the top, haters looking up
In a film with em niggas who won't give no fuck
All all my niggas wild as fuck
And fuck niggas be mad as fuck
I'm counting paper, I got paper cuts
(Hook)
We put it down (put it down), we give it up (give it up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
We pull em down (pull em down), now pick em up (now pick em up)
We looking down (we lookin down) 'cause we so up (‘cause we so up)
Bodies keep on poppin up
Cops wanna question us,
But we got nothing to discuss
Just keep them bodies pilin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
Bodies keep on poppin up
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