f/ Danny Saber
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[Fabolous]
Gettin it on
Brooklyn we back
Ghetto Fab, uh
Uh, like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
Like that I got on I got on
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Fabolous]
I'm a ordinary gent in a strawberry ?
Air Force Ones check out the real ? print
It's the kid, who do you fuck with us
Just stop style unless Gucci make bulletproof buckets
Cheap family ? and kisses on the cheek
And why the D-A and seen the whip listen to the week
Ghetto, gotta admire a man on this
Apply work, retirement plan on her wrist
Niggaz don't like that I got on I sees it yet
If I'm Bin Laden then the mics that I got on
I used to love apartments ? in the lease
In many mansion I feel like I'm in a glove compartment
I'm far from jealous but you ain't smokin good
It's what you buy don't look a jar of ?
I'm the reason you're tellin it's no problem ridin up
Puttin a few of these in the melon
While freezin and yellin, ghetto, yeah
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, ay yo never get caught holdin a gram
Never take a bitch word over your man
Stay close to em, never let em know where you live
Never let em get familiar wit your doe or your kids
Put the toast to em, always stay quiet humble
But don't be scared to take it to the knife or the gun in the rumble
I could show you how to get your neck broke
Stretch coat in the middle of the ocean on the Mindu Plex boat
Look here there is no competitor
See now with the space ship doors that open up regular
Get it on with the hard plastic
My sixteens have niggaz feelin like they trippin off acid
Trust me I can't see em lost
And know that if you wack me you can't be a boss
Ride or die, cry or lie, get your hustle on
Hold the block down for life, truly yours
[Fabolous]
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
From the rock to the trees (we be like this)
From the blocks to the peas (she treats me like this)
From the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this)
Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this)
[Fabolous]
Keep it like this
Keep it like this
We be like this
She treats me like this
Keep me like this
Keep it like this
"Yo wat up I got the new Fab, P.Diddy, Jagged Edge joint Trade It All"
"Take Ya dusty a$$ next door wit them bootlegs man aint nobody wat that around here"
"Man this real man You tripin"
Uh-huh, yeah
This moment they all been waitin’ for, playboy
We here now
We’re in the house now, for sure
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
I assume, I’m so into you
‘Cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you
If they ask, I ain’t gotta say whom in them interviews
My sweet thing never believe them rumors that been true
In fact I had no more expence, it’s true
But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue boo
Maybe my sense of humor gets into you
But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too
So what you think about Cancun till the winter through
I don’t know what the consumers you been with you
I put a day aside to go to Bloomies and spend with you
Like any other man I will zoom to the clinic too
Now I wanna see if me and my junior’s identical
I zoom, put a moon on the skin of you
I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me
So I could take you places you don’t often be
Come on, ma, come and get lost with me
As far as them other chicks, can’t get ‘em off-a me
Everlastin’ love in a whole other fashion
All I’m askin’, let me cash in
‘Cause I’ll give her passion, all of the Sean John flashin’
In orderly fashion perhaps when Figure it out
excatly wat diddy about cuz we can take this whole city out
Now who gon’ stop us, who gon’ knock us
Top us, we can’t find coppers to lock us
Leer jets and choppers, love helipopers
Separate the weak from the obsolete
Me hard to keep, I gotcha
I rock ya word to big pa-pha I gotcha
Jagged Edge
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Now what you want, huh
(I’m gonna give this all up for you, Shorty)
Now what you want, huh
Now what you want, huh, huh, huh
Yeah
Yo’, this new comers known to move with the seasons
Couple winter lodges, few summer homes
And there for every uw, hum, and moon and make sure when the new hummer roams the shoes come in chrome
I ain’t new if ain't buy white yellow and Q'cumba stones
That send chills threw a womans bones
But life góås gruesome alone
Even though I got the kinda bread that won’t matter if a few crumbs are blown
Flights out of few summer loans
Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone
Ma-Me-ya its u I'ma phone
Just to erase all the negative view from your dome
And I promise this Fella G
And so case they hit comma of jealousy
And drama you tellin’ me, so mama come yell at me
So I could put the top down and we could cruise like
Tom and Penelope my charm is a felony
Girl, I’d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I’d give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl, I’d trade it all
Fabolous
Diddy
Desert Storm
Rock on, rock on
Bad Boy, yeah
Rock on, rock on
DJ Clue, Duro
Rock on, rock on
I trade it all, baby
That’s for life, that you love me
Stop playin’, let me holler at you, Boo
Come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
Stop playin’, come on, come on
[Fabolous:]
Ah man man
Ah man
Niggas don't wanna see me like this man
Hell no man
I'm in the penthouse suite
You know like like
40 floors from seamint
You know what I'm mean?
Lookin down on these niggas like..
Hey I'm just gonna lay back and ride on this one
And they bitch on the way up
What up fool?
Ride with me
Hey Cartoon man
I like that '64 you got me ridin' in nigga
Coast to coast G on the checkin'
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yo I kick back and snap at 'em
Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap at 'em
Strut through like a slick mack and rap at 'em
When they act a fool I chick smack and jap at 'em (go and get ya man)
I click clack and clap at 'em
This Tray Pound throw 6 packs of caps at 'em (yeah thats right)
I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again
And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin
Now throw it up (throw it up)
Let it drop down and pop up
Slow it up
Cause the cops bound to pop up
But I don't give a motherfuck I'm mashin' on the gas
Like I don't see them sirens flashin' on my ass
I'm stashin' on the grass
The choppers in the rear
To catch me they better put them choppers in the air
So when you see me comin' get out my way
Without delay
I'm finnin' to get out the Kay
And let it rip
[Fabolous:]
Hey man this shit is just fun for me man
I'm doin' this shit for a hobby now man
This is what I does man
They just happen to give me a check for it
Oh yeah I get paid too
I don't know
Look like it right?
You might see me in one of them things
That look like a space ship comin' through ya motherfuckin' hood man
If you lucky though I might throw the deuce at you
Only if your lucky
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I'm back in New York like Marbury in the trade
With more jewelry and some shades
But its ordinary when you're paid
The pink and yellow rocks is lookin something like Strawberry Lemonade
They never seen the spokes spin in Brooklyn
When I peel the top back the folks grinnin' lookin'
I'm a hustler
My body scents like Coke when its cookin'
I sweat Heron (Heroin)
Thats why these bitches fiend to get near John
I'm here with a golf stream the jet peel on
Half a mil in bling and sweat there on
Like whats hood?
Can't blame her for lovin' the kid she likes whats good
This is takin' it back to Crenshaw Sunday
If you trip on my set you in for some gun play
In more than one way
I'm a mash on 'em
Like clinger and radar
With the swing of the AR
Motherfucker
[Fabolous:]
I mean I think most of the hos know me
This shit ain't hard to tell
For the girls that don't
They call me "Bitch Hop In"
Thats my nickname
(Why they call you that though man?)
So when I land bitch you hop in
(Oh OK)
When I pull up bitch you hop in
(Oh all right)
Simple
(I got it I got it)
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan
But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan
I keep you on ya toes old man
Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man
I'm something like a pimp my hos hold hands
I'm gettin so much money my hos hold grands
The flows cold man
But I ain't stuntin' until the Rose Rolls land
From Rose Bowl Land
Then I'm a spend a few notes to wood it out
Get some smoke that you take a few totes to put it out
Take ya time with it
I used to cook crack and make a dime with it
Now I look back and make a rhyme with it
I'm just ridin' the wave
Laughin' at phoney bitches just deciding to wave
For niggas who all of a sudden decide to be brave
I'm a help you get inside of your grave
Take that with ya
[Fabolous:]
Hey not to be mistaken man I brought my niggas with me too
Oh yeah don't get it fucked up
We just came back from Saint Saint something
One of them islands
They was askin' us do we play for the 49ers?
Oh yeah they seen them peices
Probably heard about them SF pieces
Lookin' like a football team over here
Yeah man its a beautiful thing man
I'm here to shake up the world.
Yeah...uh(wha wha wha wha what)
Uh uh uh
Ride, ride....
(Verse 1)
Yeah, I'm somethin like a phenomenon, but still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels somethin like whens its Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin with armor on I'm through with jumpin (???)
Somethin's turnin his mama on I love to see rumps with see through garmets on
Better look crunk when you got pajamas on(Oh!)
Jumpin lets hit the Bahamas ma and its crunk whever I'm on a song
Bumpin like bump budomp
I'm particly picky when it comes to licky licky have'm slidin off Vicki's
quickly
Under the doo rag thick as 60 its the hipno sticky icky
I said OK
[Chrous]x1
Fly enough to do better,(oh) but pimp enough to not give a fuck (yea)
And I'm thug enough to do better (oh) and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
(yea)
I'm hustlin enough to know better,(oh) but ballin enough to not give a fuck
(yea)
I'm old enough to know better,(oh) but young enough to not give a fuck.
(Verse 2)
D-d-d-d-d-damnit man, I'm in a throw back so old that it'll make ya grandma
glance
And everybody know,everybody goes so please, pull a stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance when I pull up like the pamper brand those on
a lambo slants
Wit a made dame from France wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in Hammer
pants
Who else be in New York with a Miami tans got everybody doing the street family
dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save the gangsta role for the cameras man
It's F-A-B you prefebly don't wanna F with me, please believe it.
I'm defnitely as responsible for gettin the city high sleff with me believe it
please
[Chrous]x1
(Verse 3)
I'm introduced to your women friends cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
like there boots made by Timberland
I have to remind since I got drafted and signed, ya'll playas get used to the
scrimmagin
Not one of them hate suits got lint again know ya'll lips gon' get loose like
ya'll feminen
I prove let loose wit the semi-can boost my adrenalen you never have use for
that limb again
Half of my roots is Dominacan FABaloso me gusta le Benjamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him turn to stones like Medusa had
glimps at him
But right now you can lie and gossip too, and later on be the guy who mobbs us
Right now you can try and prosecute, but later on you gon die in a hospital
[Chrous] x1
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous]
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian
Pretty as conversions, slick as malatians
Ask them let them bitches say yes sir
Young and live among riches in West Jerve
Switch in the excurve
Strut through this bitch in the best furs
Bitch in a Lex Jerse
Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone
Brightly chrome vendaidoes
Cover your girl face
From the Bruce Lee Roy glow
On a mother a pearl face
All I do is say one word
Yall say it's foolish
I send splurge
I'm a lose 1/3
I never go broke my name got to o's
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Trina]
Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips
Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six
Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch
VS from the anklet to the wrist
I been in the game just two years
End a few careers there it is
But now I'm back on top again
With some red hot shit for you can cop again (Yeah)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[Fabolous & Trina]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?
I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home cell two way contact for Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Good?
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through
Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas daps, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay on Riker's too long
Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy
Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
Alright there ah buddy license and registration
Uh officer is there a problem man whats going on?
Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
whats that?
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
you know how fast you were going?
nah not at all man
you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over there smoking buddy
keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster strudel
yeah I need some backup over here I've got two rap singers
I wonder briefly
Could it be there's no roof above me
or the 22's underneath me
Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass
Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas?
I'm naturally harassed
And I feel like I'm getting punked... but I don't see Ashton in the grass
Nor is there a camera stashed into the dash
It's a guy in a uniform and a passion that he has
For flashin wit his badge
And shining light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
And they fighting for my life... I'm fighting the case
And I ain't trying to be the story they twist in the press
Like: the young man resisted arrest
Then he started reaching for something that looks like a pistol I guess
So I pulled on a nigga I mean I pulled on the trigger...figures
I go around the corner what do I see?
Po Po's followin me
Askin for my ID whos car I'm driving
Po Po's botherin me
Got me in a lineup, got my hands in cuffs
They don't wanna set me free
Trying to bring me down, when they come around
Po Po's fuckin with me
Awe shit the jakes are fucking with me again
They hate to see me rich, they'd rather see me stuck in the pen
Everytime they walk or pull up beside me
Flash lights in my face askin for my registration and ID
I don't know the reason for the harassment
And the questions they askin
Or the ice grills they get when I'm passin
Or maybe its my fault
Cause I be out all times at night
Doin shit I know I shouldn't plus I don't be ridin right
Smokin' lye.. no stash box for me to put the skit
Two warrants, no license and I ain't got insurance yet
I keep a hammer close because foes wanna stick me up
But keep my movement swift because Po's wanna frisk me up
Since '94 I've been told on by 50 descriptions
And in 10 years not once did they get a conviction
These pigs shouldn't provoke a rider
I'm so tired, they got one more time to fuck wit me before I open fire
ones for the money and twos for the show
three must be for the motherfuckin po po'
I've seen ghetto kings fall to the floor
cause they can't see ask (?)
(still some of y'all creepin with the Po Po's
Sleepin wit the Po Po's
Some of y'all walking wit the Po Po's
I ain't fuckin with the Po Po's)
BITCH!
They gon' have to put my back on the cement
Before I'm in the back with my knee bent
On my way back to the precinct
I'm back in the G-bent
Black wit the pre-tint
Vanilla aroma to cover the back with the tree scent
The way I ride I know I'm in for a case
But the coupe do 200 so they in for a chase
When it comes to lawyers I got the man Puff uses
Thats why you never seen my wrists with handcuff bruises
I got them hollow tips.. to stick up in the AR's
Detectors in the dash.. to pick up on the radar
Stash box in it when I purchased the vehicle
So I don't have a problem wit you searching the vehicle
They probably want to scoop an arrest
I try to throw shots but its cool, I got a coupe like a vest
And 'em troopers will just feel stupid I guess
The slugs will bounce off like they hittin superman's chest.. nigga
Shit man a nigga ain't even do shit awe shit here comes this dude right now
Alright buddy unfortunately you came back straight, you and your buddy
Scain Scholar get the fuck outta here I don't wanna see you guys around here again alright
Look take it from Larry lock the rapper, get the fuck outta here
I don't wanna see you around here again. and by the way
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
you gon' die in the hospital
I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans
ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
comin nigga
Paul Kain:
Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try
to stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
for the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit the read up
That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y'all passin the roach/ ask fa Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach
No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
and play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
it's nothin
Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan
i'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ tryna ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee's boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show
you how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they
don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
but they pigment's off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
I'm here to shake up the world
What what what what what
What what what what what
Right, right - ghetto
I'm something like a phenomenon
But still dumpin whenever the dramas on
Ya'll hustlas can't eat fit meals and it feels
Something like when it's Ramadan
Hope you chumps been walkin wit armor on
I'm who they dumpin two colahamels on
Oh somethings turning his mama on
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look dope when you got pajamas on
Jump in, lets hit the Bahamas ma
And it's crunk whenever I'm on a song, bumpin like bump bu-bump
I'm particulary picky
When it come to licky licky
Have em slidin off them vickies quickly (o.k.)
Under the du-rag thick 360
It's the hypno and sticky icky (I said o.k.)
[Chorus]
Fly enough to do better, but pimp enough to not give a fuck
Dumb enough to do better, and gangsta enough to not give a fuck
Im hustlin enough to know better, but ballin enough to not give a fuck
Im old enough to know better, but young enough to not give a fuck
Dud-duh-duh-duh-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old it'll grandma glance
And everybody know
everybody go, so please call a stretch ambulance
these dudes don't stand a chance
when I pull up like the pamper brand
those under lambo slants
wit a mad dam from france
wit a ass so big you couldn't hide it in hammer pants
who else be in new york wit Miami tans
got everybody doin the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can, make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
this is f-a-b you prefably don't wanna "f" wit me
(please believe it)
I'm definantly as responsible for gettin the city high, clef would be
(believe it please)
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to yo women friends (hello)
Cuz I buy double deuces to rent a benz (ooh)
Like them bootz made by timbaland
Not half them were mine, since I got drafted and signed
Ya'll players get used to the scrimmagin
Not one of them jesus' got lemon gems?
You know Ya'll lips gonna get loose like ya feminine
I prove lettin with the semi can
Boost my adrenaline
You'll never have use with that hand again
Half of my roots is Dominican (faboloso)
Me gusta le bejamins
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him
I'm turning stones like medusa had glimpse of them
But right now you can lie and gossip to
And later on be the guy who the mobs look to
And right now you can try and prosecute
But later on you gon die in the hospital
[Chorus]
[Chorus - Keys]
If only I could see you again
I will make sure that those days never end
If only I could do it all again
Just to have one more chance
I'll never let it go
[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
I mean life's not like that though
Sometimes you only get one shot
Most times, yeah
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Don't you hate a could of, would of, should of nigga?
Could of did, would of did, well you should of nigga (nigga)
I am never on the iffy shit
You see her with me, you ain't gotta wonder if he hit
My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit
He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha)
So when I do me, I over do it
In the red Rover sendin bitches over to it
Might use the Caddy, part-time golfer
But act now I'm a limited time offer
And I'm off the, chain like a stray dog
If I want it, I'm a fetch it, I don't play dog (I don't play dog)
I see the game from a sick angle
New York had a chance, the bitch pick Tango
In my case you get one opportunity
Minus convertible, so let's call it drop-tunity, haha
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Get a slice of the pie now, you wait 'til the pizza's cold
Then you sayin what you (Shoulda) did like Keyshia Cole
(I Should Have Cheated) (nah), I (Shoulda Let You Go) (nah)
I just shake 'em off (yeah), Etch A Sketch a ho (haha)
I draw a blank, back to the drawing board
I'm like Michael Jordan if we talkin scorin broads (damn)
To me you got one chance to miss ya shot (yeah)
Better get ya J up (yeah), life is not a layup (nah)
Meanin, sometime they make it hard
Like a straight dude, naked broad get on top of me
Why give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo)
You land on "Chance," take a card, it's Monopoly
I think past "Go" (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though
And my foot is on the gas ho
If opportunity ain't there, make one
They ain't give me a chance, so I had to take one, Los'
[Chorus]
[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
Niggaz be lookin at shit that's right in front of 'em man
They don't even see their chance is right in front of 'em
You know? It's fucked up
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
I look at Obama and I more than glance
I don't just see change, I saw a chance
How many hustlers do you know waitin for a chance?
Some pedal more than Lance in the Tour de France
How many convicts inside waitin for a break?
That's rare, short time, waitin for a steak
How many shooters holdin heat, waitin for a shot?
Fall asleep in the car waitin for a shot
Sniper's in D.C., I know what he see
I'm tryin to put you on to it, Cici
Just ate fried chicken, I took greasy
I told this bitch I'm a Mac/Mack not a P.C. (haha)
I sit niggaz down, don't let 'em stand a chance
Only way you squares ride is a ambulance
Kill 'em while you got a chance in a Bronco
Or it comes back in the end, Benny Blanco, yes
[Intro]
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
[Verse 1]
Ain't no tellin' what this hip lowered do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit of this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or y'all can stay home
But why would you want to?
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cuz when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Hook] 2x
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cuz I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse 2]
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that's blue in it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cuz girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "over" bet ya I say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Oh yea, we's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off in six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken' we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Hook]
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I don't care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
Who spend a G on Gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
You thinking (?) I'm talkin' private jets, uh
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHING!
So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon' give you
addresses to e-mail
All that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is detail
In the head rests his t.v's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
Getting Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been giving me slow neck
And I don't even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin
Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any weed totes
I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and something wit two skinny deep throats
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
I deal wit nothing but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffing the Benz
Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
Snatch any chink blond who feel my link long view
(One try) I ain't trying to put clinks on you
Hope tricking ain't one of the things you think John do
Listen to ya girl uh uh what
Listen to her ya heard me?
She know how it go down
Damn Baby
we in the drop top she tellin me she wanna know
im tellin her i was at the show
she dont belieeeeeeve me
she think she gunna leeeave me
there aint no way any body better than me
aint no body gunna love ya betta than me
what chou think ya gunna run around
talkin bout he dont love me no more
what do i gotta do to show ya, I'll get on the floor
[Fabolous]
I guess I ain't got no reason to mingle 'round
I found a superwoman
That can leap from the truck in a single bound
Mami I'm tryna bling you down
So niggas without shades on
Can't stare when I bring you 'round
She put her lips on the weed
And pull it to work her tongue
And make me cum faster than a speeding bullet
Her love's stronger than a locomotive
But only for the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Sing to me ma
1 - Baby they can't play you
Cause I'll save you with my superpowers
Boy I'm only human
But I'll be your superwoman
They don't make any girls like me, no, no
Take a girl like to me to get
A guy like you to understand how girls ain't the same
I'm not your average chick
Cause they can't do it like this
I've been sent to save your day
And things won't be the same
Repeat
Uh, boy I told you once before
You ain't gotta look up in the sky
Cause the girl you need is right before your eyes
Yes I'm sick of all these broads
Ain't got nothing to stand for
Cause with me you won't fall off, no baby oh
Repeat 1
Everyday, everyday
I'll love you in a special way
Chickenheads they can't stay
Now that I'm here, I'm here, I'm here
[Fabolous]
Uh yo this superwoman might have saved my day
Them skeeos I might have gave some play
Now I wouldn't even wave that way
I understand why them other chicks behave that way
They see the icey S on your chest engraved in gray
Be whipped I might
Cause usually with my chips I'm tight
But only green I keep from you, is kryptonite
The way that blue and red suit fits your hips so right
I be like duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh DAMN
It's like I'm under your spell
If feelin' you is a crime
They gon have to put me under the jail
You probably hear the details that I be in everything
From leers to CL's to my share of females
But you know I care for you
And anytime this nigga's there for you
This feelings I only share for you
This makes it a little more clear for you that...
Repeat
[DJ Clue]
Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on
[Fabolous]
NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?
[Verse 1]
I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the "J" now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live
[Verse 2]
I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the
Fabolous: Uhh, baby girl
Ashanti: I really like
Ashanti: Hey, ey ey
Fabolous: Desert Storm (yea yea)
(Beat Drops)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask
I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from
the 90's and the 2 thou
No reason to have a friend or two now
Cus the kid's ready to tell how he feel in a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, Ima do whateva jus to keep a grin on u now
(Where I roll) They wear bikinis in the winter 2 now
What you think about tan lines on tha skin of u now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On 5th ave, shop n sprees in them denister childs
I ain't concern wit otha men
wit them now, as long as when I slide up in u, u growl
And any dude wit u
He betta be a ken of u now
And I ain't jealous
It's the principle now
I'm so into u
[Ashanti]
Chorus: I really like what chu done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what chu
done to me
I can't really explain it (I can't explain it)
I'm so into you
Verse 2: [Fabolous]
C'mon ma
it's more than the flashin'
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My billa in Florida we crashin'
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Ohhhh, no no no no nooooo
Ooooohhhh no no
So into you
I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams r really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yes
oooh hooo ohhh
oooh ohh
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I aint jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crippin
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what I feel when Im with you
You're a dream come true
Dont you ever leave my side o no
Cuz it feels so rite
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
[verse 1]
i only spit what i know cause im sick with the flow
i might let my hair grow and start pickin my fro
this is for the thugs on the dance floor sippin on mo
tryin to fight the bouncer before you get in his dough
2 minutes to go until i start rippin this show
but only two minutes ago i was hitting a dro
so was it two minutes ago or two minutes more,
i dont know either way she got to minutes to f*** oh
you started it you better fnish it
why you acting like my dick wont touch the rest of your throat
yeah i said it and you can finish the quote
im down to rock it but why you smell like fish on a boat
im sick of it
you think im lickin your toes
smell me cumin when when i stick my baby d** in your nose
i skipped little leagues, went straight to the pros
ask anybody in these fifty states, they know
[chorus]
east coast where you at
west side where you at
all the people int the front let me hear you holla back
plays are set,
spendin stack
feelin that, let me know and just holla back
up north what you want
dirty south what you want
all my people in the back , let me hear you holla front
roll a blunt, holla front
gettin drunk, holla front
if your whip got that dump, let me hear you holla front
[verse 2]
its double R
im the pick of the litter
with the flip of my zipper, cinderella would give up her slipper
each sold to the highest bidder
going once, goin twice, goin to the flyest sister
i just rapped the bag of groupies
one got mad tried to sh** me
would you do it again, absolutely
you know me im just tryin to show these clowns
i got homies, they got homies, that'll hold me down
keep my verses extra tight
whos the extra might
i can do a song in the morning
give it the flex tonight
which one of you all broads wanna have sex tonight
whatever direction my erection is pointing it, right
but jin didnt you rhyme with sex in the first verse
yeah, and ill do it again in the third verse
third single third abulm, soundtrack to my thrid movie, common this isnt hard when im f** my third groupie
[chorus]
[verse 3]
common and track like A
you got a hommie G, got somethin to say (wahts that)
i cant forget about the bay
Comptain, Crenshaw, East LA
Angle wood, South Central dont play
where we stay smoking up all day
but son, back on the East thats where we be wiling
BX, BK thats Q wherein we showin
and in Manhattan its a problem
all the way from China town up to Harlem
i cant forget about the south, tahts where im from
dont come around fronting if you dont got no gun
all the strippers in miami let me hear you holla back
at them sorries and ATM, sayin where them dollors at
no matter where you from i got love for the streets
north south west east, jin says peace
[chorus]
I mean, I don't eve know where to start like. It's like you find love, and you loose love, and then...
Met her up town on dykeman
aight then
light skinned
starring with a slight grin, I dont know, Might been
'Cause im in this white benze
:: honk honk ::
Or the way the Ice in the Brietling flash brighter than a lightning
but I knew from right then
She was 'bout her money, and how she fit right in knowing how i might spend.
To make a story short, other than a Tight End
Had a Washington Hieghts friend
Who bring that white in.
Set up a meeting, Her dude caught a flight in
Sat down at Sole, popped a bottle of white then
got straight to business like two corporate white men
the food came, before I could take a bite in
He said "You the type I usually don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
put the white over the plate, like I'm throwing strikes in.
'El Duke' got a dude in the UK, Buy 5 bricks at a time, $22K
He send the Euro's I send the Puredo
Now thats what I like to call a "Foriegn Exchange"
He smiled. Duke finished his glass of wine
There's a van outside, pull your S-Class behind
My man will pass a dime, at 15 a pop
Tell shorty "Make the drop, Don't make no stops!"
I gave him a hand shake some dollars for the tab
Told shorty the location then I holla'd for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!
And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame
And them thangs went as quick as they came
I'm back being a hustler, this chick is to blame
12 months in, turned a Benz to a Lambo
Everywhere the fam go, korks fly, Champ Flow--
I gotta celebrate, that's the way I am yo
In the past week I watched 50,00 grams go
Pocket full of money, Army full of Rambo's
Trunk full of bricks, Hand guns full Ammo
Even got detectives if somethin' goes wrong
The money's so strong they see it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.
I tell'er fall back, shorty stilla drive
Said the rush of the risk just makes her feel alive
I listen to her fuss, saying "that I must, let her do it 'cause they're aint too many niggas that I trust"
So now time is flyin', I been kinda eyeing-
A ring for my queen who got me diamond buying
I'm in the GT headed up to CT, Lookin' for a stone to light her finger like ET
I got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I aint in new york now
Any problems I got, get traced in chalk now!
But when I get back, we can sit and chit chat-
Better not be no bull shit, I aint even wit that..
Back to what a nigga came out here for
this 5ct. Diamond without near flaw's
head back to the city, call up the commitee
get ready for tomorow, they're comin' in with 50
--I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must aint get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got me worried and it's probably just a minor mix up
He said: "Nah Los, FED's dun snatched ya chick up- Caught her at a pick up, scoopin' those bricks up! She gon' cooperate, and ya fixed up. She's probably at the headquarters now hangin' Flix up"
I asked him "Was he sure"
Shorty's "Mi Amore"
This happened to me before, with my man Diadore-
Over a Ki(lo) of raw-
My nigga got killed, caps got peeled and I still got guilt.
He assured me, I was hot- she had put 'em on me
Swore to Jesus' Tears that he was here to warn me.
Normally, I would have just ended her life-
but this was the girl I intended to wife
So I went home to shorty, had trouble sleepin'- shorty's kinda peepin my sudden discomfort
She woke up mad early, so I got up with her
She wanted to go alone, but a nigga insisted
Like "Baby it's been a while" and truthfully I missed it
We rode out, but she don't know that I done made a plan
Once she hits the spot, one shot- see you later man
I watched her in the building,
knowing it's the last time-seein' her ass climb in and out of the car
Yo I even thought about gettin' out of the car
But sat back lookin' at the ring about to be yall's
I let one tear fall at an unfair call
Ya whole life can change in just one year yall..
Caught in a thought, then I heard a :: BANG! ::
Hi love, bye love, I will miss my love.
Fabolous:
Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...
Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
Mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
You gon' die in the hospital
I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters
Do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm
The guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
Size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
And Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
Fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
A popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs
They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans
Ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
Comin nigga
Paul Cain:
Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
Yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try
To stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
For the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
On an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
Game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
Put it back wit the read up
That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
Come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya
Joe Buddens:
It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
Jump off i was Oxes supplier
Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach
No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
And play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
It's nothin
Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan
I'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lee's boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show
You how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they
Don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
But they pigment's off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
[Fabolous]
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
Chorus -
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
[Fabolous]
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.
Chorus -
[Fabolous]
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....
Chorus -
[Lil' Mo]
Baby, you're the poet to my life
But I'm tired of playin games
I'm ready to settle down
I'm ready to buy a house
And I'm ready to change my last name
I'm ready to have some kids
Ready for the life to live
And all love has to give
I been your superwoman for so long
Ready to be your wife
[Fab]
Little M-O...
[Lil Mo]
Now that love's taken over
I'm 100% sure that it's here to stay
I ain't got no issues standing in my way
I ain't goin nowhere
You ain't goin nowhere so...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Are you ready to be happy babe
For the rest of your life
Cause I wanna be your future, yeah
And let's start a family
Cause I ain't goin nowhere
And you ain't goin nowhere so let's make it official...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
I'm ready to walk down that aisle in all white
And dedicate my life to you (yeah, yeah)
And live together happily ever after all
[Fab]
All I been thinkin bout is us
Slidin from weddings with bands on
Headin to San Juan, gettin our tan on
Girl, you must be forgettin your man's long
Most tuxes I have trouble gettin the pants on
And I know things run through your head when your man's gone
I come home have you sayin (Oh Boy) better than Cam'ron
We upsettin they plans on
Gettin they chance on
Gettin they hands on F-A-B-O
[Lil' Mo]
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Make it last forever
And ever and ever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life...
f/ Joe Budden, Paul Cain
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)
("what" - repeated in background)
(*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*)
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you call that an income?
Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, look at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here
[Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*]
That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
We gonna light it on fire
[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it like
We gonna do it like
(We gonna light it on fire)
Triangle Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
(*"yeah" - repeated*)
Don't even hold back
Woo, we gonna do it like
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2 - Paul Cain]
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
I'm young but I'm damn near a boss
And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make ladies see sick
I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly
[Chorus] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*)
[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna light it on fire
Yeah, whoa
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop lip like you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
Home boy here's a few glock clips
Still Junior like Lou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the lights back on
Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
All, K's spray cats, we don't play that
She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your lungs stop, breathe easy
[Chorus]
[Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
(female voice - "yeah" - repeated)
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end)
niggas hatin cuz of my raps and efforts
cuz im bangin all they rats and heffas
come through in a whip thats the color of hot peppers
lifting more skirts than highschool highsteppers
please...dont worry bout what the boss is getting
cop jewels for the arm that leave my wrist frost bitten
me and pops always re-up on the coast
the chain on my kneck is the reason Stevie wonder wear locs
NIGGA!!!
Fabolous,
funk flex, volume 4, niggas, c'mon...
Yo, it's gettin' hard to dodge the women, but I'm still pitchin' hard white
balls faster than Roger Clemens
y'all know the kid with the "O"s thats as large as linens, when it comes to
selling trees--I'm as large as Timberland
My lawyer got my charges slimin', he said the only way you going upstate, if
its along with women
Pull out the garage like Gremlins, a rockford fos. system in it, that'll have
the projects tremblin'
yall know nothin' bout lettin' a few sprays go off, yall only reach for your
hip when your 2-way goes off
shots'll fly by your head, your tupee blow off, I aint Crip, I'm just a
blue-grey show-off,
Ghetto Fab, I more than rap for my bucks, keep two nines on me like Warren
Sapp from the Bucs'
The word I'm ballin', be flowin' til my jet shakes, and I keep chicks in my
lap--throwin' me head fakes
Nigga, I walk around with them grands you stackin', and me and Flex dont
roll unless they Andrew Jacksons
It's Brooklyn by me, the crook that I be, y'all even look or eye me, y'all
gettin' hooked to an I.V., mutherfuckers
[Fabolous - Intro]
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some poeple change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
[2Pac - Verse 1]
(Come on come on )
I see no changes (Fabolous - You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes.)
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself (Fabolous - You know?)
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is (Fabolous - who really changed?)
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cuz I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I aint givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[2Pac talking over Fabolous chorus]
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
(Fabolous - Why would I Change?)
what we gotta do, to survive.
[2Pac - Verse 3]
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few ?? and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the bed ?? veterans
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed,
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
[Fabolous]
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these ****** see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
[Fabolous] + (Nate Dogg)
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the **** wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
that can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma **** her, duck these mother******
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
****** trip, I got my thang with me
[Nate Dogg]
It ain't really dat hard, to get ****** up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it
[Fabolous]
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
that ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
That's right
Yea, ok
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna **** with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma ****** rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
[Hook II]
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
[BRIDGE]
RE-RE-REMIX!
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you
[Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Fucking head blown off nigga
[BRIDGE]
[Ma$e]
I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style from me
[B2K]
Yeah
Its B2K ya'll
Welcome ladies and gentleman (yes)
To the you got served soundtrack (yeah)
We bout to do this
You know how we get down
Oh yeah, you know that
Come on, Omarion, hit it
Verse 1:
Like woah
You know
Girl you're the star of my show
In this club
Poppin bub
The way you shakin
Deservin' some dubs
Turn Around (Turn Around)
Make it bounce (Make it Bounce)
Shake it like you've come from out of town (Town)
Whats your name (name)
Whats your sign (sign)
Girl you leavin with me tonight
Chorus:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Verse 2:
This one
I've seen
Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans
To myself (self)
Had to think (think)
Any room for me up in them jeans
Ghetto star (ghetto star)
You are (you are)
Eat you up like a chocolate bar (bar)
What's your name (name)
What's your sign (sign)
Damn you got me repeating lines
Chorus:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Fabolous Rap:
I wanna see your badabing go bababoom
And my house got a wing with a lotta rooms
I could do a lot of things
Get you hot as june
I wanna watch your body swing to the hottest tunes
I'm tryin to slide behind it
When you throw it round
So i can ride and grind it when you slow it down
Bring it from the top then take it to the bottom
I'm clingin to your top tryin to make it to your bottom
The way you move is fabulos-a
It makes me wanna grab you closer
You know i like it when you bounce bounce
Throw ya hands up when you bounce bounce
I dont back down
When i'm pressin ya
I finna lay you smack down
Like a wrestler
But nobody get it to poppin like this man can
Had them girls get to poppin on handstands
Ghetto
Chorus till fade:
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom (badabing go, badaboom)
Mami shake it like you can for me (skake it)
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me (baby)
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room (in my room)
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
Mami shake it like you can for me (yeah yeah)
You know i like it when you do that little dance for me (Dance for me)
Mami i'm just trying to get you in my room (I'm just tryin to get you in my room)
And see that big
Badabing go badaboom
B2K..Fab..T Scott..Oh yeah..Chris Stokes..I see you boy..Oh yeah, Dave Mack..Lets do this again..TUG
It don’t get much slicker that Fab
I strap up with the eagles and throw bullets just as quick as McNabb
Flick up a Jag quicker than Zab
And every chick that I stab complain she can feel the dick in her abs
It’s a like it or not thing
They like how the watch bling
And I got cars like Michael is got rings
Wife spice up a chicken like she a hot wing
I rather tell them to bounce like if she got springs
Niggaz talk slick on the mic till the shots ring
And the hollow tips fly like if they got wings
The cops wanna see this man
Flash a picture and ask the neighbors did they seen this man
Let me take a long breather
Before I be on the inside tell them my story the don diva
That’s why I got a lawyer that will plead my case
And walk even if the judge I.D my face
Got a private number feds couldn’t read by trace
And a private plane just cause I need my space
With a Hong Kong chick and the green gold Lebrons on
That will make the bishop Don Juan say uh
How you wanted my fitted is 3 hundred
Nigga this Yankee cost some Ben frankis
Just on a season that’s slick as gravy
Slick and wavy cause I’m mixed with all Yay
You prolly seen me on St. Nicks or Broadway
Looking for some fits some broad J
But im not a Brooklyn nigga starving for a tape and no be cap
The boy get some paper when he rap
And I keep a down ass bitch scraping her kneecaps
Who keep the family business confidential
Sitting look pretty in a continental
You know what a man do it is monumental
The way ya’ll be switching on him
Remind him of the hustler from the 80s before the niggaz started snitching on him
I’m in the 7 denim
With the ? snitching on him
One of the t-shirts with the biggie picture on it
Im 2 best eye
And im so Brooklyn
The name is just enough to get your hoe took en
Real talk of New York is holding the toast tighter
And im a ghost rider for ghost riders..get in touch
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
Yeah, now basketball is my favorite sport
I love the way they dribble up and down the court
I keep it so fresh on the microphone
I like no interruption when the game is on
I like slam dunk, to take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like the pick-and-roll
I like the give-and-go
In this basketball, Bow Wow, let's go
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Lil' Bow Wow]
I got the rock in my hands
Aint no telling what I'm gonna do with it
When I come position I'ma act a fool with it
I might cross you up fake one way
Turn around and hit you with you with the MJ fadeaway
I'm throwing dime passes like J. Kidd
Taking cats to the rack
And I'm dunking on them like T. Mac
When I'm in the paint I play with that Alonzo style
I'm like Darius cause I can shoot two miles
[Fabolous]
Don't too many players get offers like me
Back and forth, I'll likely
Shake the checks off your Nikes
They almost had me in a suit at the draft
And it look like a free throw when I be shooting from half
The first step like Iverson - blow past you
Usually nothing but net, but I can go blast too
When I'm in the paint the defense so shook
They dont know if I'ma put up a slow hook, or dish off a no-look
See my game consist of a whole lotta
Moves you would think I learned from the Harlem Globetrotters
J.D. gon lead us to a ring
Fab and Bow Wow the only players that make cheerleaders wanna sing
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
[Jermaine Dupri]
Now tell me were you in the joint
The night MJ scored 63 points
When the Lakers won titles back to back
Didnt give nobody, no kind of slack
When Vince Carter gave and stuck his arm in the rim
Everybody went crazy in the whole damn gym
Dikembe Mutombo standing tall
Playing D with desire, it's basketball
[Fundisha]
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball
They're playing basketball
We love that basketball...
(feat. Ransom)
Stop me you cowards can't
Things are going how i planned
Seven hundread thou advance
First a Bent now a Fant
Sour plant got me leaning on a Eiffel tower slant
Itz mean an green like the shit at home is power plant
These niggaz act like bitches I call em Tyler Perry
And just a couple more niggaz my 40 Cali-Berry
My shorty, style is very Halle Berry
An im a David Custus covered in David Custus
Smooth as Eric Bennet with the lyrics I say
Now, Im Michale Ealy on the mic im really
Mister Capital L Capital O Capital S Capital O
Now here we go
You hear me though
On the TV,and the stereo
Jerry show with the V V an canary glow
But a year before they hear me flow
Way different senerio
I was sellin cherioz
No not the cereal nigga
Buy a vowel
Im Say - Jack with the O's
I go way back gettin hoes
Now I lay back with the Hoes
I be squirtin so the curtains on the Maybacz always closed
Witha A-Stak of the Droz
It stayz stacked in my clothes
And I run Brooklyn, itz lookin like Jay pass me the torch
An they asses .....Cuz they asses on portch
Im made passen a porsch
K blastin with force
Cuz they ass is on cross
An they asses is lost
FuBu clouldnt find them
Your noodles if you sign them
You need to get some pitz cuz them poodles thats behind them
no they aint gon squeeze nooks
so its on fried rice nigga I let you slide twice
Three times the charm the be mines is on
We time the Bomb, the hood is like Irac
Me im Sadam, Hu-SAin, you changed, who change new range
Same color as the fantastic four suit
Heard em talkin slick so he ran pass the bar stool
Started walkin quick then he ran fast as sports coupes
By a week later yo man passed a law sute
I was like DDDDDAAAAMMMM
Fabolous]
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put to on a show to get patience
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put something on your neck to thank ya
Shes my pinch hitta
When the startin lineup aint playin right
I come off the bench wit her
It might sound like im gassin ya
But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey
A little bit uptight
Wonderin why he comin home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight
But i said it'll be alright
[Chorus - lil mo]
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I'm livin wrong
But i can't let ya go
Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
Already got a wife (got a wife)
Can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I'm livin wrong
But I can't let ya go
[Fabolous]
You aint ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So i made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, i'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So i cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly rings
Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things
I aint gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry bout u tellin the whole world I'm your man while on Springer
At first you were somethin i denied
Something I would slide
Just do somethin in the ride
But shorty
Theres something that you provide
Cause the entre ain't as good without somethin' on the side
you know
[Chrous]
[Fabolous]
Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She wont care if im a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the carsely
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly
[Lil Mo]
You know I get from you
Anytime this chick is there for you
Feelings im'ma share wit you
Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you
[Chorus] 2x
Fabolous:
uh huh yeah,
P.Diddy ::talking over jagged edge::
(yeah whoa) This the moment they all been waiting for playboy (ok)
we here now we in the house now for sure
check this out, im tired of playing games
and yes im definantly sure ill trade it all
fabolous
(Chorus - Jagged Edge)
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Fabolous:
I assumed I'm so into you
cause even before we hit the bedroom I was friends with you
when they ask I aint gotta say whom in them interviews
my sweet thing never believe them rumors that been the truth
like I had numerous friends its true
but you was wifey can chase me to a room in a minute boo
maybe, my sense of humor gets into you
but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you
I wanna take you away for like June and December to
so what you think about cancun till the winter through
I dont know what the other consumers you been with do
I put a days decide to go to blooms and just spend with you
like any other man I would of zoomed to the clinic to
now I wanna see if me and my juniors identical
a dude put a wound on the skin of you
I swear that everything, that same afternoon he'll be in the news
feel me?
(Chorus - Jagged Edge)
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
P. Diddy:
come here girl, come and take a walk with me
so I could, take you places you dont often be
come on ma, come and get lost with me
as far as the other chicks cant get em off of me
everlasting love in a whole other fashion
all im asking let me cash in
cause id give all the cash in, all of the Sean John fashion
im already flashing perhaps when
you figure out, exactly what diddy bout
if we could take this whole city out
now who gonna stop us, who gonna knock us
top us, we cant find coppers to lock us
liah jets and choppers, love hella propers
separate the weak for the obster
leap hard to keep I got cha, I rock ya
word to big poppa, I got cha
yeah
(Chorus)
(P. Diddy Talking)
(uh..yeah)
id give this all up for you shorty (now what you want huh?)
get cha mind right, ride with me (now what you want huh?)
take this for me, fabolous come on
Fabolous:
this newcomers known, to move with the seasons
couple winter lodges, few summer homes
im there for every eww um and moan
and make sure when the new hummer roam, the shoes coming chrome
I aint going buying white yellow and cucumber stones
that same shit the sewer woman bones
but life gets gruesome alone
even though I got that kinda bread that wont matter if a few crumbs are blown
lights out I flew some alone
now I wanna wake up everyday with you in a new number zone
mamamia, its you ima phone
just to erase, all the negative views from your dome
and I promise this fellas G
and so can stay in the calm over jealous and drama you telling me
so mama come yell at me
so i can put the top down and we can cruise like tom and Penelope
my charm is a felony
(Chorus)
(P.Diddy talking)
yeah there it is, diddy,
desert storm, rock on and rock on
bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on
DJ CLUE, DURU
rock on rock on
trade it all baby
and thats a lot
for real, stop playing
holla at your boy, stop playing
Tryin to show you somethin shorty
Ay baby girl they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin to help you open yo' eyes and see that
Ha ha, this some shit, cool shit, real playa like
Hey shorty, we can do it real playa like
We can go a few places that you say you like
See what a day is like when you be my a-alike
Girl just lay back, I'll do it the way you like
(Said it's the flyest thing, just the way we swing)
(Me and you, how we do, be so flyyyy)
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm filet mignon with a tape-up fade
I see things clear through these Mark Jacob shades
Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob made
You sleep better knowin you gon' wake up paid
Hairstyle, nails filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a droptop Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'ma stop by the barber, you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on 12, dinner for dos
We, begin with a toast, end with a dose
of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba
It's Sunday, so you know the Forge is
Weather gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky
We can show the world how to be fly, yessss
If you want to act Hollywood fine, but shorty let's do it
when we sittin on the hills like the Hollywood Sign
And every man lies, but not every man flies
privately to Van Nuys
Range on the runway, driver to pop doors
Straight to Barney's, somethin we need to stop for
She like, "It's early - what we gonna shop for?"
How 'bout green grass breakfast, top floor
Later on Fred C, or Max Fields
Real playa like dress, good black heels
No 'Hanas, we can do Katana's
You, me, and ooh-wee marijuana
Then slide through Hyde, might include Mood
Maybe go to Area, if it's in the area
The Friday's young, try things my way hon
Malibu ride, highway 1
Nothing is too much, everything you touch turns to gold
You make me better (you make me better)
I'm fly as I can be, but when you're with me
I can't help but notice, I'm more focused (but you're the coldest)
Girl you are so...
Ay shorty
Bring the Maybach, we got a long way to go
Just lay back, you had a long day, I know
And they whack, do it the wrong way, I know
I play back but have the song playin low
While - we six-deuce and let you fix Goose
In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in
On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took the hell-eye
but we do more behind wheel
Hampton home, two floors for nine mill'
Real playa like two doors from Seinfeld
White marble, new floors that shine still
And the help keep food stored, wine chilled
Hey, you gotta live one day right (right)
Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night?
Then back 'fore they notice back up in Lotus
Make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money,
make money money,
make money money money
You niggas got it twisted man
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha you niggas make me laugh,
c'mon if it don't make me math.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha what u can't take a joke,
well i cant take being broke.
I'm like ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money.
Ha ha ha ha ha, make money money money
You niggas are comical, who me
I'm seven digits two commacal on my mama fool
I'm getting this money and that kill'em
they looking at a pimp funny I'm Katt Williams
Money Mike, I gets money on the mic
and some say I'm wild'n out
Bargadi styling out, pushing seven digits dialing
but i ain't gotta fucking choice
my money talks in a Chris Tucker voice
"And you know this man"
You a stand up rapper, hip hop comedian
I start laughing as soon as i put your CD in
you joke, you joke, you kid, you kid
should have went to Comedy Central with the vids you did
but ok, you B.E.T. only if its Comic View
Promise you I'm funny style I can be a comic too
I'm Marty Mar, at a Auty Mar
Cute snotty broad, tits like Dolly Par
Ed Harty naw this is carty ma
but that was a good one, Hardy har
Lambo Galardi car getting my last laugh HAW
The jokes on you niggas
see the figures don't add up to the claims
you Sam Kinnison you just screaming names
my brother my partner for real like the Wayans
plus everything in live In Living Color
High rise checks diamonds the size of Robin Harris'
I Bebe Kids my neck
You call it a tribute, a ?? distribute
sales was slow i got Paco to contribute
some morals in each state, move weight, get caught,
don't talk, Dave Chappelle niggas might break
so hilarious, how the chariots, carry us
Phantom is light gray sort of like Ashy Larry is
King of the one liner lil' rhymers watch what you say
you just a potty mouth like Andrew Dice Clay
I pop collars on niggas, i drop dollars on niggas
i jell O's together i Bill Cosby on niggas
got you lost in the smoke i Micheal Connelly you niggas
i watch u verse from the fire i Richard Pryor you niggas
said enough nigga sort of like Kramer
i'm joking you don't wanna see the anger Fab tell'em
Mane look, the diamonds in your chain look
funnier than Dane Cook, you hit the Sufi
I am to fly, in the booth I
make joke of them, i ain't the richest nigga but i ain't broke as them
I'm serious, petty worth will make a man delirious like Eddie Murph
Girls get curious
is he really funny, don't be silly honey
i'm the burner packing
Bernie Macing
I ain't scared of you mafuckers kick ass
hon stack thick ass
a deck of card VIP section hard
they try to holla at me you know the heckler broads
I'm popping Rose, I don't the neck to God
don't front yo, i be in the front row
watch your wise cracks or i'll be at your front door
and i push up on a female smoothly, in a GL but keep that on the D.L. Hughley
LOL this is LOS
Yesssss...
Nigga the slump is over, we winnin again
Bring some money out homey, we spend again
Wipe the frown off shorty, we grinnin again
Did he say again? Yesssss... we winnin again
I'm ridin through the metropolitan, everybody hollerin
Me I'm just acknowledgin, with this million dollar grin
Shine like a halogen, cool as the island wind
I don't judge myself but if I do I'd give my style a ten
Met a chick, who belong, on front of Cosmopolitan
Thick in the right place, otherwise she model thin
She don't do no swallowin, but she got a wilder friend
Who don't give a fuck, I told both of them to follow then
I'm with the familiar, you might be familiar
with a few faces but they still the nine milli-a
They be like the Young Guns, so I guess I'm Billy bruh
I do more than William Bryant, I'm a little Willie-er
Change a little chillier, wrist a little sillier
And I'm grown, so I'm not, really the, kid at all
But I hope you get it y'all, I can't say I did it all
But believe that 'fore I leave it I'ma try to get it all
What I don't get at all, is what these critics call
stuntin, don't mean nuttin, they don't live her like they read it y'all
It ain't the car, it's the way it's kitted y'all
Meanin it's the little things, like the way my fitted fall
The way my posture lean, the way my necklace hang
You should respect this gang, if not expect this bang
But all this wreckless slang, it don't effect us mayne
They build you up to break you down, it's just like Tetris mayne~!
That's why I sex Ms. Thang, and let the next miss hang
And even if I wake up late I do the breakfast thang
That's an important meal, I is the important deal
Jay brought me to Def Jam, feel like it's Jordan deal
I'm young mellow game-winning young fellow
Remember me, I mixed one white with one yellow
Turned nuttin into somethin, you can do it too
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk..
They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't these like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want
But otherwise I'm cool wit' it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is growin' upset
Cuz' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that
But you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
Ain't a baller cuz' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties
1-2-3; you don't really wanna fuck wit me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' wit a gangsta nigga
How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other side of the c's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see through em', ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't even speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' moms' won't even give you keys to the house loser
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Tryina fool the world wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you hold stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security you like unprotected sex
You ain't never gon' finger a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, you'd be a john doe
You livin' in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think its these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out
Fucka
1-2-3; and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk
Real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside
Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it..
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style
You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it...
'Cause we a tha Boss in it
We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in...
Thats my true callin'
Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it...
Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it.
Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green
They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans
They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean
My style excites you, I know what that might mean
Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio
Yo, tryna' leave with your skio
Aye, but its mandatory tho'
Yo' after me let shorey go
But thats another story tho'
But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show
How cool is he?
You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me
You'd rather swim in a pool of pee
Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me
But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par
We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr'
(Girls) Those that are bourgeois
Those that are hoochie
Those are usually in Gucci
(Girls) Some of them no good
Some of them so hood
But they all pros at you know what
(Girls) Local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world
Girls want to be part of my world
Look, I done had my share
Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
I take Big or small, short or tall
Light or dark, I try them all
Cuz i like
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b; group skio's
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or i may date, a-rate playmate
Ten in the face, thin in the waist
Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
Even those
Who think they the shit
I keep my
Walkin' on pedicured paws
Touchin' wit' manicured claws
If you waxed down, and tanned up
Then let me see ya hands up
I like my
In four inch Christian Laboutins
Lips made for kissin' and poutin' i like my
Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. to drive cat nuts
I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
No change, only got frank and fitty's
Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks,
Seven's on cheeks
My nothin'less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my
Thug enough to cuss out cops
Wit' tits that'll bust out tops
I like my Classy and sassy,
Still know how to be nasty
Like my
Wit' no laws, no flaws
No bra's and no drwaws'
Those yours
From the Asian to the Malaysian
I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
I spend most the weekend
Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
Then again, I love Dominicians
And might be stylin' wit' a Italian
I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
And take by the million if they they Brazilian
I'm sailin wit' a Australian
Or trafficin' wit' the south African
Panamian or Grenadian
You know I cross the border for a Canadian
I need a miss that's Swiss, a freak that's Greek
Or distinguished English
I fly in for a Hawaiian
And if you dont know who i am
Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family.... Fabolous
Dont try to fuck wit me yall
Cause you cant
Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game
Ya know, Catch me if you can nigga
Uhh, Haha
Throwback this, Throwback that
It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at
I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti
And 4X, You cant see the semi-automatti
When I'm in the Chi' you think they aint that shocked
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pats Socks
So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train
The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain
I get the Spirit in St. Louis, How could the god lose
I do back flips in the Ozzie Cardinals
They love me in Cleveland, Everytime I travel there
I'm in the Indians or that Cavaliers
When I hit Minnesota, That kid from Brooklyn wear
The Vikings or the Timberwolves from Garnett's rookie year
And in Milwaukee I had to pimp it and go back
20 years with the Bucks and Brewers throw backs
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
I might charge through San Diego with the bolts on my shoulder
Rock the Trailblazer warm-up, Cause Portland gets colder
And even the pimps be jealous
When I'm in the floor seat at the Forum in the M.P.L.S.
And they be askin' what teams on the kid chest
This the Rams before they moved to the Midwest
When I'm in the Bay with it, I dont play with it
Im in the Athletics with the matchin' A's fitted
This aint even for the minors
Cause they dont know nothin' bout the Joe Montana, 49ers
Seattle, Probally heard different rumors
Either about the Payton or the Griffey Jr.
I come through Denver like 4th quarter with Elway
Or the Nuggets that make them yell Ehhhh
In Pheonix I do the old Suns
Cause the new jerseys is cool, But nothings really like the old ones
Ya know
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
In New York what I wear the the club may vary
Mets or Yankees like the Subway Series
When I'm in Boston I melt the bean
In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green
In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these
In a size 56 Phillies
In Jersey I got the Nets on
That you can bet on
In D.C. I couldnt pull it
Without the Bullets
When I stop in Atlanta I cant talk long
Them birds know I got the Falcons or the Hawks on
That peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often
Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins
Aint no complaints on
When I'm in New Orleans with the Saints on
In Houston I pass hoes
In the Astros
In Dallas I always gotta have
The Cowboys or the Mavs
??, To keep it comin, And Imma keep it comin
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
It aint where you for its where you wear ya throwback at
Throwback this, Throwback that
They even look better with the matching hat
All you gotta check is the players stats
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Ain't no tellin' what this hypno will do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you like to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's gluing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "no" but your eyes say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin him die slow
you need full clips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
but they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
till there's a murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you brother
then the newspapers put you all over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But fuck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on
I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone
I remember the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggaz laid out, Til my niggaz lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a bitch with the same lines
Quick to draw on a nigga with the same nines
But at the same time we was on some diffrent shit
Cuz you was with a bitch that I beg to differ wit
I told you sniff a bit and you could get a whif of it
But you kept a closed nose when it came to those hoes
And Im your nigga so I tried to smell em wrong for ya
Wasn't there to take the fault for ya, But if you hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick up, They found him in his pickup
Pants down and dick up, Leanin with one in his head
And one in his chest, One of the best at this husslin' shit
But his downfall was that he put his trust in a bitch and it's fucked up
I remember selling three bricks of raw powder
Turn my man into a star in 24 hours
He didn't care spent the money in like 4 hours
On a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower
And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it
A pinky ring with a price on it, when he come around
Its likely that he blunted
With a pretty lady in them Nikes that you wanted
It's well know he kept it on his hip like a cell phone
If you speak with him you can pick up on his jail tone
He used to say he wasn't going back without blowing back
And now I'm black I wouldn't put it past him
The D's would Harass him, til he finally blacked out
They told my nigga to freeze, but he still backed out
Shots fired 'til his trigger finger got tired
All the newspapers said was 'Another Nigga Dead'
And it's fucked up
You can catch me in a cherry red 8-50 nice ass
Great titties, face pretty everybody know that she date smitty
A big time dealer thats doing a state biddin
Who did more than his share of dirt in the world
Enough to make a nigga think about hurtin' his girl
So he used to tell his queen to stay to the castle
Away from the hassle to the day that he pass through
There's some enemies he might have who may wanna blast you
She stayed for a few years, that's until a few pairs
Convinced her to come and hang out around New Year's
It's been awhile, you can see it in her smile
And she ran into her man's Co-Defendant in the trial
Who started going on about how he moving on
About running with them same niggaz Smitty had warned about
She slid off told her girl, she had to drop her kid off
They found her in the parking lot, somebody blew her lid off
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way u catch a F
To the A-B, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
Off the love I can't
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I what?
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all (ok)
Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)
And academic sample velours (uh huh)
Hypnotic samples the poor (woo)
The European sample is all (yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?
After a million scanned on it (yeah)
Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause i got the same mike's that Jordan had on the "Space Jam"
Why wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement
Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche
Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados
Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
to listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Fabolous
Preach, Brother preach
Fabolous
Preach Brother preach
Preach to 'em Brother, Church
Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday School
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?
Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool
If not you gotta walk like a runway fool
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..
..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They should make scriptures wit my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya
Church
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla
pimps that take what they want
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps
I feel like the angel of God
All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's like I was put here to put layers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put pairs in the rear
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners
Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of relief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the club I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in
God loves me
Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an international ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gospel
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick
soon as it get in they nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans
You prolly got the man you love wit you
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator
Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous
D-Block
True indeed
Double R
Yes, true indeed
Desert Storm
True indeed
(Sheek Lu' where you at?)
True indeed
(Haha, You know how we doin' baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block)
Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field)
(How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal
(My nigga give me the word, I'm gonna kill that lane)
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
(And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways
And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta
(Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom)
And we still got kilos of coke
(Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath)
That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost
(Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6
Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick)
Give me the safe, I spit at your face
Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase
(And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this)
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya)
Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta)
Ya'll know who
Keepin' it Gangsta
We come through
Keepin' it Gangsta
Ya'll know how we do
Keepin' it Gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin' it Gangsta
Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo
We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both)
Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty
I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde
I don't keep the scope on the ratchet
And for the dope I'm gonna catch it)
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
My whole crew (got glocks on 'em)
In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em)
All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
(We done came out the cages in shackles
I ain't call a pager to track you
I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you
We been riding together
And us back and forth), it's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America"
(Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area)
The kids don't want to see the toast of mom and daddy
Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties
In a toasted armor Caddy
(And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain nigga)
We gettin heaps of complaints for Keepin' it Gangsta (Keepin' it Gangsta)
Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK)
M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY)
B Day nigga get up off snooze
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news
You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up
Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
And die in that truck
(be cautious when your walkin' through, be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom)
It's the livest motherfuckers of the century
You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha)
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
(NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
The MO (MO) P is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON)
Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch
Play C low, and spit four five's at your six
Ya'll don't really wanna lose your life
So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice
Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier
Jump (JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over
With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone
Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn
You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin' it Gangsta
With a truck full of goons that fakesta
And the Brownsville niggas from the past
That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag
You gangsta, Paul whatever (haha), cause for real if I ever ever (what)
Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM)
Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
Unh (uh-huh unh) yea
There's alot of money over here
(Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha
Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs
I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club
And dont pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker
Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
And I aint hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewlery that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that theres been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm beggin ya
I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
of the Cris
And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
Thats right I'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
I'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
Desert Storm Street Family (unh) we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this fuckin money man
It's alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)
Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young’n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn’t come up to breath (shit)
I usually don’t get to rag um (uh)
But it’s so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I’m walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- “I love the video that you and P. Daddy in” (yeah right)
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I’m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I'm like like Dirk when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)
Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can’t do that once I done blew that)
Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the fuck)
I don’t even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn’t care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that’s on you, that’s on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I’m looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don’t turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming “fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance”
I’m thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I’d cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don’t do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Yeah, Uh
I know I make you wanna leave the one you with
But I ain't Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they rush to blamin'
For the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask
"What's my name?" and they yell
F-A-B, OHH!
You shouldn't of even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed wit a order of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' wreckless now
Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are ya ex's now, nigga
I'm the fella that keep em yellin', and it's nothin to get em'
I don't sweat em', that's what I tell em'
And they quickly forget 'em, and I bet 'em
I get them to forget the day that they met 'em
And I let 'em cause I can spend 'em
And it's more then the denim
But I've been on the move, while you dudes be sleepin'
The coupe on 22's keepin shorty sneakin' in
She won't tell the truth she too used to creepin'
When Mike is in the booth it's the truth I'm speakin'
Any girl I gave it to, can't even go love another man
I give it to 'em like no other brother can
She say my man can barley move me
But boy you make me scream like a scary movie(ahhhhhhh)
On top of that, I'm smoother than the rest of the gangstas
And I proved that dude you messed with's a wanksta (Ohh)
Damn homie, ya girl is wit the Street Fam homie
And she ain't fuckin' wit you
It's a shame you lames
Can't even maintain ya dames
And it's insane the way that she gave me brain
My pimp game's the same don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain they just can't restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it, just up and face it
Ya time is bein' wasted and ya man's a basic
See it all in his faces, he's cheap and tasteless
But life is what you make it just watch the bracelet
Bet ya man can't do it like me
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keepin' you in check
Is buyin' you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I, get dome from her
When the digits on my checks look like phone numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that busta skiddaddle
Not even Cochran can help 'em win this custody battle (Yeah)
Catch me in the club, wit a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggaz hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
And I'm gettin' a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shorties our relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it
That's right, we got the hang of it
Mike Shorey, Fabolous
Street Family, Desert Storm
I know you hear us, but I wanna make you mine
It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain
I remember takin 3, 4 trains to re cocaine
Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain
Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain
Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained
But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train
Sometimes I ain't see no gain
cause I was runnin to Ralphies everytime my trees showed stains
I was lucky I ain't seized or maim
Get shot or stuck up standin at them C-Lo games
But now shit with these skios changed
I ain't know why the fuck they used to look at me so strange
Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain
Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain
Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane
In my rolla life, I done jumped in and out of 3, 4 lanes
I'm still here
My moma used to tell me
"Son, you're gonna make it one day, it'll happen"
Who knew I'd have what it takes,
to be famous and one day I'd be rappin - no
My papa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared?
Cause one day it could happen"
I dreamed about this game,
but who would of believed that one day I'd be trapped in - no
I just want some peace of mind
Nigga's will risk havin cuffs on their wrists for this masterpiece on mine
Know that I'm a squeeze until the top of my piece recline
I can't see myself in back of a Caprice confined
But on a small island, too far for police to find
With girls who look 'Rican and Guyanese combined
I gotta make sure my niece is fine
She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time
Some be like "At least you signed"
But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines
All ya'll can see if every piece be dime
And I be gettin Nikes before they even get released sometime
Youngsters, don't let these videos geese your mind
It ain't cool to end up deceased for shine
And if you can't get the whole pot, just take a piece and grind
Hold your head, your stress will cease in time
Sometimes I wish I could go way back when
I could walk thru and ain't nobody know Jay Jackson
Everything was OK back then
Now everybody playin a cool role and I know they actin
I gotta go back through my ol' way packin
These wolves know my jewels is filled with O shade Jacksons
I don't care as long as my dough stay stackin
But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s
And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin
Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin
These hoes may crack grins
but I swear to God I won't never take O.J's actions
If I would've let this flow stay packed in
I'd probably be with Nick and 'Rome, spending my whole day shacked in
For now I just roll on those eight Jacksons till Clue and Duro brings those
gray plaques in
Yeah
One day it'll happen
That One day I'd be rappin
One day it could happen
One day I'd be trapped in
Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to leave you and the driver splitted
with your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
if ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT alarms and new names
come in the club, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
niggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden talkin' to investigators
now these ladies will do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when police come for me, fly West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
my pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
I like'em brown, yellow, Peurto Rican or Asian
Who have the weekend occaison
Sneak in the Days Inn
I'm never tweakin' of haze an frequently blazin'
Now if they ain't on ya face it ain't the cheeks that i stay in
Cant deny it, Used to take weeks and persuasion
Now I just be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement
With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice
Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is
So you ain't gotta be perfect
I'll buy you whatever you want, But your heads gotta be worth it
Still what I mean is
Your brains gotta send chills through my penis
'Til I feel like a geinus
Look at it from a playa's postition
I got a scholarship, I get smart without payin' tuition
My classes be like two three hours
That's why I'm the smartest young guy since Doogie Howser
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades in all of my classes
Still what I mean is
I really just wanna get smart until I feel like a genius
And all that I ask is
That you help me get good grades, Ma in all of my classes
Thses bitches they done got real bad
Cause now I pull out, Leavin'em lookin' like model for a got milk ad
I'm a teachers pet
And even if you good at math ma
you'll have trouble countin' each bauggette
All it takes would hood tutors and some good budda
And promise to buy them some of them Razor foot scooters
They don't care where the cops is
Outta the blue they stop biz
Teacher started givin' me a pop quiz
I stay 10 minutes in night clubs
Pocket full of green, Duke on it invented the night bulb
I might pass on a female, And call up a subsitute just for night
class in the CL
Ya man don't know why his chicks knees be scared
Can't tell her from givin' my dick CPR
If ya lift up and say ya jaws hurtin', before squrtin
It's for certain
You are the weakest link, Goodbye
You know my girls in North and South Caddy
They all for mouth waxin'
And the whores in Texas, Oral sexes
I head to Cali, Take more blows to the head than Ali
And the Philly momies suck the kid outta Willie Bonnie
And the way females so Southern Hospitality in ATL
Dont even know them hoes
In South Beach, They let me jimmy dip in they mouthpiece
Forget about Vegas, The head is outrageous
The broads in Seattle will make ya knees rattle
Fa shizzle da snizzle get smizzle down in VA
Them hoes in Detroit will suck the whole Brevoort
My dick don't get to die down when I'm in Chi-Town
My bitches in B-More, Blow til they knees sore
Good damn, there face I, ain't screwed down in St. Lou
New York, It ain't got no pipe instructions
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me
Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
They still wonder how I did it
Now y'all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it
Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
You can hear my coupe a block away
Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's William Bonnie, stealin mamis
Dance closely, even know they feel I'm limey
I ain't tryin to send police to ya rest
I'm tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
and you in piece wit the rest
You can release to the press - this how G's ride
From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go
Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
The name's Fabolous, you heard I be
In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
'click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this
I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
that can make it feel like the block's movin
My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin
Them boys in blue with the shields and the glocks movin
(You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's, or the chuckers
And if you duck cheese I'ma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
Hollerin 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool
It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up
Its really quite easy, just step up
I'ma knock him so hard, on his butt
Just like he been drinkin, like he drunk
The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
She bout to be steamin, turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
You might end up the reason, ya homies
will have to pour out a little liquor
Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
You kids rap that's cool
But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told
that ya kids trapped at school
When the time's right, I'ma put this nine right
to the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
It's still nothin but a G thang, I thought you knew
And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex
The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still
That's right
[VERSE 1:]
You've got fashion and style
I'm lovin' your smile and
The way you get down
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself, yea
In spite of the crowd
(Baby no one else matters)
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
While all the girls say
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[BRIDGE:]
When I'm lookin' in the mirror
Honey, you are all I see
And it could not be no clearer
That I need you here with me
[VERSE 2:]
I was hopin you'd notice
The way that I like to
Have you around
Listen and you will find that
Your heart beats for me
Girl, I hear the sound
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
While all the girls say
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[BRIDGE:]
When I'm lookin' in the mirror
Honey, you are all I see
And it could not be no clearer
That I need you here with me
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
[B-SECTION:]
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction (addiction)
It started off with a kiss (uh huh)
Never expectin' this (uh huh)
And now I'm here copin' with
My addiction
[HOOK:]
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
I'm addicted to you
You're my addiction
Yeah y'all
This the Triangle Offense
Ghetto Fab
Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
We all "Street Dreams"
At one time or another
Fast cars, cash
Money, hustlin...
C'mon y'all
Desert Storm
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
And quick to speed off on the jake
Quick to back, any nigga gettin money, come up off of the safe
Fuck the city, I'm extortin the state
I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8
When I was taught, never talk wit a snake
When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and weight
Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
Don't fuck wit niggas, if they soft or they fake
Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
Fuck wit me, and I'ma alter ya fate
Send some wolves after ya girl, I specialize in torture and rape
We in the game most dudes ain't built for
Cain talk the type of shit, niggas get killed for
Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't waistin a slug
And time is money, and when it come to mind, take it in blood, nigga
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
Like I ain't bring the shipments, and past caine
And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips wit the grass stains (Nigga!)
Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane
Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
Like I ain't sling on stips, till my past fame
And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came
I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
The singles chipped in my ass changed
But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dance
I'm why you stay in touch wit ya writer
Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin it tighter
I ain't much of a fighter
But I know, everything about rollin up, like a Dutch in a Spyder
My dope is much more than whiter
One hit'll have the fiends yellin out, they need crutches and lighters
The Fed's can't touch us indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers
They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich
Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice!
You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
Still I'm that nigga that you get at why
Man forget that they knew me, remeber me thug
I'm from that same block, rips snorkle on ja dip in a Lucy
'Member they back you down, when knives was out
.45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
But now could you hear nigga all in this place
That when you see him in the streets, you gettin all in his face
More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
Knowin I'm slower than do so, cause I got much more at stake
HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page
I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake
But you noticed that's the hate that I love
You see me eating off rat, that same feat you think you capable of
Don't get me worng, I would like to get it
But you acting like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish
And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's
This is the wrong time to fuck wit my head
I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out
But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
Chrome for sheezy, please, DON'T believe me
Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch
Some niggas ain't got nothin, some niggas rich
Diamonds On My Damn Chain! It Ain't Hard To Tell!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your campaign
I like you but, I really like your damn chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
Diamonds In My Damn Chain!
It kinda explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction!
Yo, You think they like me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house somebody girl spend the night with me
They gotta love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators
They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get the jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be packin's long
You boy got the drug money we be stacking on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny snackin' on
Got 'em, get 'em close and, lookin' like I scooped up
the Titanic chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play them diamonds well when I got that jewelery on
they should call me Parot Jeter, maybe Canary Bonds
Damn, what happened? He's blindin' everybody
Hey it must be Jeezy out shinin' everybody (yup)
ready for the show, you can call me the light man
(diamonds on my damn chain)
you can call me the bright man
see I don't do ?brightless?, I do ?AP's?
yea I spend G's on all these VV's
blowin' on chief, yeah I got it from Harlem
12 carrot pinky ring, shit I got it from ?Robert?
step it up a notch, iced out ski mask
places in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican chick, shit I got her from Fab
yellow stones in my chain so I call it the cab
Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cause they sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that show on MTV
The wings on the chain, make a n**** fly like the wings on a plane
When you're sitting in between 'em
they hittin' when you clean 'em, glitenin' when you seen 'em
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sitting in the "Phenom"
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got tangled man
But this Tiger stripe watch, make you bitch a Bangles' fan
We all know Jacob, check the shit he did
We spent more time, "Making The Band" than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse
I'm out in DC, at the "White and Gold House" (White and Gold House)...
Wanna convince me love? Secret Service me with some of that Lewinsky love
She saw the chain, gave me brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good "Chain of Events"! N****!
Yo Fab what up nigga
Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu
Lot of shit going on
Let's get ready to go in though
Huh, I said, ice in a ceramic van?
Dammit Cam, Cam is stuntin'
Weed in a picnic basket, bastard hit the panic button
Over a piece of paper, street sweepers, meat cleavers
Deep freezer, meet your maker, place your order, we the waiters
Coke, keep the ??, instigators?, keep the flavours
Main course, meat potatoes, keep your favours, see ya later
The crew, Damier, black and grey, we the Raiders
Diamonds in my ear, please baby these are lasers, haters
Front on me? Huh, I doubt it punk
Pop the trunk, my goons, high noon, out to lunch
The D&G; bag? That's where the weed stash
Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y'all, eat glass
My tank on full, ease gas
Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash
Gun go in the waist, dumb dough, I get cake
Me and funeral Fab, front row at your wake
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag
Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast
We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had
Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag
Funeral, Killa, this just got very scary
All the competitions in the cemetery buried
Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry
Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary
But all them long stares ain't necessary, hear me?
Cannon with me, not the one Mariah Carey carry
I'm talking sawed offs and four fizzies
Fuck knocking on the door, to blow the doors off, its more easy
I'm at the top floor of the Wardarf, for four seazzys
Nickname, never caught off the floor seazzys
Tonight they lost ??, ask Walt Frazier
We had a little bet, wouldn't say a vault breaker
But watch your mouth, I'm not the best insult taker
I make them call the yellow tapers and the chalk tracers
They got names for niggas like y'all, its called "fakers"
They should put anthrax in your salt shakers
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag
Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast
We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had
Tie him to a pick-up truck and watch his body drag
In due time let your semi spray, they kidnap my slime
On a rainy day I got them back with two 9's and 20k
Timberland boxes of plenty yay, more squares than ??
Our records carry ?? like a Fendi case. Huuhh!
Four five meetings make a long day
Rap LeBron James 23 a whole ball game
That's what we call cane, black rocks, all dames
No slaves, suit and jewels, pin stripe, ball chain. Haa!
Skinny nigga on his ?? shit
Benz doors go up like the arms on the Karate Kid
A cocky kid, no rappers but my pockets big
"Can I Live" bumpin' pumpin' out my mamas crib
Burners, mayhem murders
Gangland, double black suit, white tie off Space Jams
I'm causing funeral arrangements, make plans
I'm Paid In Full, y'all ain't rich like H-Man
Hit 'em up, shotty blast, zipped up, body bag
Fifth tucked, then what? Bullets hit your body fast
We beatin' murderers with the same lawyer Gotti had
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck,
Rather hold my head high and die than living dumb.
Remember I was down to die just to live it up,
But life's a bitch and I judge it's quickly given up.
They say that life is short, several looking through the bars,
Gotta keep your head up, I be looking to the stars.
I be doing like, wasn't looking for no cause,
They ain't kill me, though, now I'm here looking at the scars.
Sometimes you get caught by people looking from a far
That's how it is when you out here taking cookies from a jar.
That's what my son said, they came and took him and his draws
He support the family, they took the mama favorite bro.
To face, that's my favorite bar,
Here's the rainy days they say you should be saving for.
But when sun shines no one carries umbrellas
And if they did, they be looking dumb like dumbfellas.
I'm trying to become some, they probably become jealous,
Have a lot to say about it, but afraid to come tell us.
I'm here to beat the odds that were set against me,
Wished the worst left to anyone who bet against me.
I wanna be somebody, somebody that's never been
No squares in my circle, best shape I ever been.
I'm growing up, my daddy planted a seed,
My mama watered me with a plan to succeed.
I was that kid in the ghetto, hand full of seeds,
But I'm here now and I don't play a receipt.
Sometimes I think I love to back a right time,
Imagine I would've fucked up that night slime.
It hurts to even think about it,
Would be in the streets, thirsty, trying to get a drink about it.
Black pouty, I pull that quarto cinque
While they put that iron to your clothes
Like I'm taking wrinkles out it.
Take every Franklin, Grant, Jackson and Lincoln out it,
Look you in the eyes and tell you don't you even think about it.
So as you're hearing dropping this rhyme,
Know that my opportunity couldn't be stopped at a dime.
The life you chose come from lack of options in time,
Gotta do what you gotta do, even acting a crime.
And who am I? Without a name, dropping an arm,
Someone who sold a copy and then he just stopped, he just climbed.
Someone who get money without dropping a dime
Transform to your leader and my optimus prime.
So, for dinner you're stopping at prom,
Run at your patron, top of the line
Hold ‘em up, look at your niggers and say
There was no way out, but we figured a way.
And now we chill, loaded up a still,
I just wish a nigger would but I know a nigger will.
But for real, good is how you feel,
But as soon as a nigger good is as soon as a nigger will.
And we don't own these niggers nothing,
She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right
‘cause you too caught up in the street life
But that's the only life I know
She said them niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right
‘cause everybody wanna be right
Instead of focusing on their own, dough
But this the only life I know
But this the only life I know
They say a woman cancel dates ‘cause she has to
And a man cancel dates ‘cause he has two
Well, I got two dates, one with destiny
I need more, baby, don't think any less of me
Tryna juggle, slowly but came with struggle
Sometimes I wanna hug the block, sometimes I wanna hug you
Sometimes its about the check, sometimes its about checking that
De niro said you gotta leave in 30 seconds, flat
When the heat's coming even if you need someone
Leave it in the rear view, don't look back, keep running
Left her in the passenger with the G running
Hazard lights blinking and the beat bumping
Ear to the streets, I hear the sweeps coming
Air to your chest so I hear a beat from it
She fell in love with a street nigga
Tattoo my name on her petite figure
She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right
‘cause you too caught up in the street life
But that's the only life I know
She said them niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right
‘cause everybody wanna be right
Instead of focusing on their own, dough
But this the only life I know
But this the only life I know
There's always money to be made, that you can't deny
I always made mine, never one who can't decide
I'm only human so if I don't eat I can't survive
And mama said you're not a man if you can't provide
The summers know a shortcut, it beats me home
I worked so hard to get here, now it keeps me going
By the time I get in what she made the eat be old
When I slide in bed she complain my feet be cold
Caught up in the street life just like my bitch said
I love the game, I love the hustle, just like Mitch said
Yeah, I can leave the game, but is they still gonna love me?
And when a new nigga come they gonna stop thinking of me
Shawty watch the hustle movie she can never get
How they make so much money, but they never quit
I tell her quit for what? That's the only life they know
The street's a dirty ho, niggas try to wife it, though
She said I wanna hold you down, but we ain't never gonna be right
‘cause you too caught up in the street life
But that's the only life I know
She said them niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right
‘cause everybody wanna be right
Instead of focusing on their own, dough
But this the only life I know
I made some changes in my life, don't regret none of them
So if you aint heard from me you probably one of them
Niggas want different results but do the same shit
They wait for it to come, I became it
Guess whos bizzack nigga?
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now
The new you, I can't do
I knew you, this ain't you
I'm not no angel but always remain true
You hear what they say
My only complaint wasn't just listening, you let that shit taint you
We fell out like faints do
I lost all respect for niggas that's bitches
So don't call or text
Them bitches get checked like they all correct
But they be wrong that's why they're called your ex
You know talk is cheap so I call direct
And you niggas broke. Ya'll call collect
I'm watching my close friends like strangers
You said you never changed, now don't change what you said
Face it ya'll all your bitches basic ball
But then you block it like you're 8 feet tall, homie
I'm in the truck with the Soul Tape on
Hoodie up, rest your soul Trayvon
I'm that cool I said guess who's bizzack
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we've made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you'll never change
But you did soon as you got a chance
Why you poppin shit? you should poppin bands
Living that good life without a care
The new you is hot headed and I'm not a fan
But I still keep it cooler, I think you should cool out
For real, cause that ain't you though
Since you've been on that high horse your life been at a new low
And I've been chucking deuces from that 2 door with my new ho
Swear to God I ain't losing no sleep
I know you heard what I do to those freaks
I don't beat it up, I kill the shits, cause a funeral in those sheets
You mess with lames, they seven days, I swear them dudes so weak
It can all be so sweet, but baby, do your thing
And miss me with that bullshit that you be saying
You complain and pointing your finger when you're the blame
You know I got that comeback, boomerang
Baby, what's up?
You back in it all I know
Back on that bullshit you're always on
Everything was going too good to know
I just want the old you right now
I can try to erase your pain
But you and I, we've made some mistakes
I fucks with the old you, the new you is lame
What did you say? You said that you'll never change
And that's what you told me, but it's not what you showed me
Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh
Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest
Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess
Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh
But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best
At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest
Sex excellent, get 100 when I test
Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed
Sex in the city on my black satin sheets
Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached
Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached
Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell
Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale
I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands
Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling
Feels better when you let it out dont it boy
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back
Then we fuck all night till things get right
Then we fuck all night till things get right
Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there
Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where
Im the only one who get up in that VIP
Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D
Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money
At least niggas know you getting to the most money
Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear
But you over dressed if you wearing underwear
Now turn up, couple Js to burn up
Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out
Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday
Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy
Pull it out like a pistol yo
Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe
Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo
Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)
Call me crazy, shit at least u calling
Feels better when you let it out dont it boy
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back
Then we fuck all night till things get right
Then we fuck all night till things get right
Trey:
Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit
She gushing, I drink the best juice
Ima drink it till nothing left too
And she playing with herself too
I been thinking bout her all day
She perform like its Broadway
Yeah we hop in the range
She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day
Just Look at her spectacular
Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula
Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her
Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her
My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her
She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?
Thats just me and all these other bitches average
100% real, all these bitches is plastic
Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.
(Walk like she need her ass kissed)
Diced pinapples, Super fine at you
And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you
Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do
I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes
Never fakin', why they hella front?
Keep it real with her , yeah thats all she ever want
Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint
London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint
Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock
Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit
Couple days with her man thats all I ever get
And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with
Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit
Montreal was our first time
Swear her pussy just like the first line
Scars on my back, she left a couple there
Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs
Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare
Never retract statements nigga im never scared
Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird
Back on another leer
I leave u niggas here, all in another year
All in another lane, all in another gear
All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here
Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up
Guess u doing what u supposed to
Let a real nigga hold u
Back to my babygirl tho
I just need u in my world yo
Call me crazy, shit at least u calling
Feels better when you let it out dont it boy
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back
Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back
Then we fuck all night till things get right
Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back
Them other niggas is cool
But I just got that glow, baby
You can't miss me, ha, ha
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars
'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine
Aiyo, my life's like a movie good role so far
Stick to the script you could be my co star
I got a glow par, she'll be in the Solar
(Where you get it from boo?)
I don't even know ma
We played Lo Bar on the dance floor, nah
V.I.P.s where the niggas gettin' dough are
Rap star, trap star ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O R
They watchin' me they know a fella dope
It's like star gazing without a telescope
Shinin' like rims are, sharper than gem star
We runnin' on mills like we in a gym ma
It was thick but they papers gettin' slim ma
Faster than Anna Nicole did on the trim spa
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars
'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine
I'm killin' 'em in that black thing, yeah, the double R hurts
We walk right in valet the car first
Them other squares be in lime like Starburst
Starvin' to get in then stand at the bar thirst
We good, baby, I ain't in need of much
Except a partner, every Starsky need a Hutch
I'm doin' numbers so when a star skate through
I'm a let you see it boy, like Star Eight Two
Easy Star, I ain't on that star ish
You act up you'll be sleepin' with the star fish
Food for crabs, you rude to Fab
You end up bein' that dude they grab
So shut ya big lippers before the Sig rips you
Put you in that black bag with the big zipper
It's a group of us we the big dipper
The dancers on the pole know us as the big tippers
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars
'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Shorty, I shine you shine, shine
Aiyo she was in the double C's, I was in the double G's
We both shining like flawless double V's
I call her Dee Dee maybe it's the double D's
Or the Deuce Deuce she be sneakin' in the club with ease
I take Patron make hers a double please
I start trouble, let me touch on the bubble please
Fuck a lobby asking for double keys
I got a spot with more rooms than the double trees
Who was in the Dominican Republic breeze?
Losito on the Mojitos
I'm soul food, spice was so frito
Being a star player, it is no treat though
But I shine, I shine shine
You can shine to son, think I mind?
Not at all I got a couple of Starbucks
So either they ice grillin' us or they star struck
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine
So If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Everybody we gon' party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's okay we can stay at a five star
Then we gon' get it on like porn stars
'Cause if I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
If I shine you shine, shine
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, I try to end hoes
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pot too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the bulls
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Ah huh, you know what it is
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Nice
Ah huh, you know what it is
Welcome to my city where we do it big
Ah huh, shawty that's nothing
When you put on for your city baby that's something
For my town I am known to put it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Who at the city say it with me and lets shut it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
I wear my Yankee hat like it was crown
I did it big then, like I does it now
That's why they throw it at me, like the own the mall
Came up so it's more than likely going down
When I'm in the town that's Ciroc pourin'
And that Marley Marl, 4 doorin'
Screaming what's up, I'm like damn cutie
You got a Pam booty, that ass Cole stupid
I bet she got some Gina head that be so stupid
I be the biggest fan, no groupie
Ask about me they gon say they want none of son
So it's amari on these n-ggas still number 1
Nice
[Chorus]
Ah huh, you know what it is
Welcome to my city where we do it big
Ah huh, shawty that's nothing
When you put on for your city baby that's something
For my town I am known to put it down
White and Navy, white and navy, white and navy, white and navy
Who at the city say it with me and lets shut it down
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Boom, clap, boom clap
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Loso, mo betta (mo betta) Mo cheddar (mo cheddar)
I do the rolls I am not a mo wetta??
Challenge me with the bling these niggas know betta
The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters
Hoes betta, have a fall back attack,
come through like a funeral all black on black
couple six deuces, all back to back,
few flyin spurs all back to back
need a 04, 05 dunkin n them
when it come to makin O's we like dunkin with them
naaaah I aint talking donuts
I'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts
You couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes
But you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed
Damn skippy those seats is peanut butter
You never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo stuntin, (mo stuntin) mo frontin (mo frontin)
How you gettin it homie, show something
You can ask about him, he go hard
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Last time I was seen in a strip club
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club
May I, say I, made a way?
Stay fly 'til the, day I, fade away
Hey I pray I stay out of a, haters way
Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point
Lemme hear em say aah, when he spit to the joint
You gon hear a spray, rrrraaa, when I get to the joint
And a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gon'
Come like them dudes came for tony at the Babylon
Rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?
The L-O-S-O, I guess no
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
Now errybody get your hands UP
Mo winin' (mo winin') mo dinin (mo dinin)
Slow windin gangstas throw signs and
I cant help that the chain is so shinin
That the shit on my wrist is just co-signin
They don't search us they know we got the flames
But they still let us slide through the door like Cramer
I believe in god, but my true religion
Is stuffin big faces down in these ??
We everywhere you aint never there
New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs
Pushin something we aint got our names on
2 '07's neither one of us is james bond
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Fendi aviator shades with the big frames
The streets is watchin the hood is lookin
Brooklyn's back n look at how good I'm lookin
Yep I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin
Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing
Yep I know you see something you wantin
It's just something about me you can't go with out me yall
Said you can't go without me yall,
Said you can't go without me yall
Now errybody get your hands UP
[Chorus:]
You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I dead em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
Girl you be killin em
You be killin em
[Verse 1:]
You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has it's sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle patron
When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
And she hand em the tone
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
Keep it clean cut like bald heads
Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution
[Chorus]
Had to let you know
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
I'd like to congratulate you
Congratulations
And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin em hoes
You still killin em hoes
[DJ Envy:]
Yeah its the peoples choice DJ Envy
[Big Mike:]
alongside the kid Big Mike
[DJ Envy:]
You know how we do
One more time on the sneak tip
Why wouldn't we though?
I mean why not?
Lets get into it
New shit DJ Envy featuring Fabolous
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Niggas won't be happy 'till they got price tags on 'em
Layin' in hospital beds with ice bags on 'em
I'm comin' through in coupes with the nice mags on 'em
Diamond chain with a Jesus Christ tag on 'em
Maybe I'm just feelin' the Kush
Everybodys against war but right now I'm feelin like Bush
When you get money theres nothin' that you can't do on the Earth
Its not a problem for niggas to plant you in the Earth
Better walk with Uzes
The talk is useless
Don't try to spoon ya reason or fork excuses
Cause I don't feed into the bullshit (nah nigga)
Without a ten millimeter and full clip
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
The kids too cool to let these young boys get the best of him
The 4 fifth put 'em in one troy with the rest of 'em
These niggas try to get they nose into my biz
And get emotional cause they hos wanna try Spizz
The shooters are beggin' me show who the guys is
And when the cops find 'em they won't know who the guys is
It ain't my fault that ya'll ain't comin' up yet
But I'm probally responsible for makin' stomachs upset (WOW)
My chain
Give a nigga my brains
When the coupe flow by
Make a nigga throw drive
And you fuckin' with a OG
My new year's resoloution was to leave these suckas in the O three nigga
[Chorus: Fabolous]
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
Don't come around here and talk fly
I come from the city of NY
Section of Brooklyn known as Bedstuy
[Intro - Fabolous]
Yeah, yeah, yeh
Them n-ggas is talking baby
Don't listen to that sh-t
Don't mind them, they just talking baby
They know they can't f-ck with me baby
(That mean they can't f-ck with you)
You tell them like that bitch told Scarface
(What she say?)
Yeah yeah
(What it look like Clue?)
Fresh off the hiatus
(Brooklyn what it look like baby?)
Hi haters
(Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead)
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
I got my..
Street Fiddadidadam
Its the capital L-capital O- capital S- capital O-
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
[Verse: Fabolous]
I got a swag like the hustlers from Harlem had
I'm blowin' on a drag like Marley had
The bitches that I bag be Barbie bad
Not to exag
The brains like a Harvard grad
You can't rob him
Unless you got a Carbon Mag
Its not a problem
Puttin' you in a garbage bag
Try to bob him
Just like you Marvin Hagg
You can't mob him
Unless its for a autograph
I ought to laugh
Like ha ha ha ha
I'm in a Jay-Z edition Otto ma ha ha ha
New Blue Yankee Rich Yung long John
Red Monkey Jeans this shit from Hong Kong
I'm long gone
[Fabolous:]
Clue let a nigga get his breath man
Yeah
What it look like Brooklyn?
I got some bars for ya
I got the finance to crush him
5 grand to hush him
Niggas talk the shit its my chance to flush him
My fans'll brush him
My mans'll rush him
Imagine if I would've used my hands to touch him
Who want it with I
You run with the guy
Thats like suicide you wanted to die
Two gun if you lie
Few done it like I
Its three to look at the coupe its two hundred to buy
Yeah I'm big with the bittys
Do it big in the city
Without Jigga or Fitty
Or Biggie or Diddy
I show niggas no pity
Just figure they dritty
Send sac with the forty made me way with the fitty
They'll be gunnin' and buckin'
You'll be runnin' and duckin'
Hopin' none of 'em get ya
Its like dope when it hit ya
With the scope I'm a split ya
Send the pope to be with ya
Still you'll need doctors to open and stitch ya
[Announcer voice]
He's young, he's handsome
He's a poet, a prophet
And many people believe he will be the champion of the world
Welcome to my workplace
This is my "Get Ya Ass Back To Work" face
Bedroom storage, kitchen workspace
Stick a finger in the pot, see how the work taste
SWEET!
Call it rock candy
When you bake cakes, you keep Betty Crock' handy
They say it's best you scratch, fresh new batch
Can you smell what The Rock is cookin?
Wrestling match
1, 2, 3, ding!
We put it in the microwave, not the ring
The Vince McMahon of brick weighing
Make a wall outta them shits, brick laying
The apartments stinker than a fart sent
Like walking in Bloomingdales fragrance department
You smell fumes, from hells tomb
Then it gets moved to the back mail room
That's where it's packaged to deliver
All through the city, and right across the river
Welcome to my workplace
Better than MacCartney with the Beatles when I work base
Get it in, get it out, steady work pace
Last time it was tested, my work aced it
Dude I can't feel my faced it
Sat back like I am wasted
The J.P. Morgan of the coke business
Your moneys funny and I ain't in the joke business
Hi and bye on the phone, I never spoke business
What the fuck I do ain't these folks business
Bitches half-naked, niggas fully loaded
Speaks for itself, don't even gotta promote it
This that Loso's Way
sick mothafuckers!
go head, throw up nigga
yea yea ok, i know you
i know, i know
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin wit hate cancer
Say wha you wanna say, talk wha you wanna talk
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
Live how you wanna live, cry if you wanna die
WE DONT GIVE A FUCK!
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep toastin the armor
for niggaz who supposed to be drama
I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
Cause its all bullshit my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin like candles
Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea
I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas dont hate havin, just others that have
I still got love for the av.,
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
and gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have
I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We dont give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
[Intro: Wyclef Jean]Wake up,
Wake up.
You've got the power.
You've got the power.
My people got the east yo you've got to wake up.
Midwest dirty south, yo, you've gotta stand up.
All my homies in the west, yo, you got to wake up.
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up.
(Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up)
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up,
Wake up.
(Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up)
Wake up,
Wake up.
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]Wake everybody, no more sleeping in bed.
No more backwards thinking, time for thinking, ahead.
The world has changed so very much from what it used to be.
There's so much hatred, war, and poverty.
[Verse 1:]
[Monica]Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way.
Maybe then they'll listen to what you have to say.
[Claudette Ortiz]''cause they're the ones who's coming
up, the worlds is in their hands.
When you teach the children, teach 'em the very best you can.
[Verse 2: Eve]Bring peace do we mean it?
Can you feel it when we scream it out loud, do you believe that we need it?
Do you believe that it could get right?
Do you believe that the children of the world deserve a good life?
Well, if you do, it's time to wake up your mind.
We can make it betta, and I know it could take some time.
But we gotta start somewhere.
How 'bout wit you and me?
From us it goes to others, then we can have our unity.
[Verse 3:]
[Musiq]Wake up all the doctors make the old people well.
They're the ones who suffer and catch all the hell.
But they don't have so very long before the judgment day.
So won't you make them happy before they pass away?
[Ashanti]Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it, long as we lend a hand.
The only thing we have to do is put it in our mind.
And surely things will work out,
[Ashanti & Faith]''cause they do it all the time.
[Verse 4: Fabolous]I ain't here to take up y'all time.
I came to shake up y'all mind; it's everybody's wake up call time
I can't sleep to long; why they do the people wrong?
Let's clean the world up before they sweep you gone.
This is real talk, so you can peek through songs.
So when you feel weak these words'll keep you strong.
And help make a change for the betta;
It's hard for one to do it but we can make some changes together.
[Bridge: Everybody + Choir + (Brandy)]Hey, yeah.
The world won't get no better (Get no better),
If we just let it be (Let it be).
The world won't get no better.
We gotta change it, yeah (We gotta change it, yea), you and me.
The world won't get no better (Won't get no betta),
If we just let it be (Let it be, let it be, let it be).
The world won't get no better (Betta) we gotta change it, yeah, you and me.
[Verse 5: Jadakiss]Set a goal put a plan up here. We gotta stand up here.
Give thanks to the man up stairs.
Put the egos and the prides to the side regardless,
And just be role models, parents, and artists.
We can make a change or make it the hardest.
If you gonna make a baby, you should make him the smartest.
Let him know good from bad, right from wrong;
How to roll wit the punches when life moves on.
And the stress won't take toll if you don't sweat it.
World won't get no betta if we don't let it.
Let the negative energy ride;
Keep hope alive it's 'bout time we open our eyes.
Wake up.
[Hook: Jahiem]Wake everybody no more sleepin' in bed.
No more backwards thinkin' time for thinkin' ahead.
The world has changed so very much from what it used to be.
There's so much hatred, war, and poverty.
[Verse 6: Missy Elliot]Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Yup, well, y,all besta vote.
I don't care about the guns you tote.
Listen to me like you listen to Fahrenheit 9/11.
Ain't no time for the second guess,
The words I speak (Wake up),
The ones who sleep, now leave the ships; fix your mouth to teach.
MCs, teach the kids what's peace.
They don't have to worry bout the police.
We make 'em rich so they don't have to thief.
Every artist here on this track; (Ho!)
We'll make a change here for young cats. (Ho!)
This is for everybody, white or black.
You betta go and vote, and get up off yo back. (Wake up)
[Outro: Everybody + Choir +
(Floetry -- 1st 4-Natalie Stewart,
2nd 4-Marsha Ambrosius)]Wake up everybody,
no more sleepin' (As life rolls on, lift your head; lift your voice up).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (You see.
the power of the people have the choice to reunite love).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Not a choice,
it's a gift that the people have to fight for).
Wake up everybody, time for thinkin'.
(And the rights are too personal for anyone to ignore)
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Take the opportunity).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Your responsibility, yeah).
Wake up everybody, no more sleepin' (Your voice has to be heard).
Wake up everybody, time for thinkin' (Save the world, save the world).
Wake up everybody no more sleepin'.
Wake up everybody no more sleepin'.
Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, it's on
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like......uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
[Fab]yesss
what it look like
tryin 2 show dese niggas man
its dat street fam man we rep dat
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f**kin fish tanks in your civics
F**k getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year mayb I shud ride with lim
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke playing wayan brother games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been skeemin with dis keenin
Aimin with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shawn ya
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl youh
Now you could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we slop you like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen poland spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all heard(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya all durbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Chaa
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)*
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *muf**ka*
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
F**k yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Ansanin
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After thine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash
Diesel
Uh I get money like a *muf**ka*
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf**ka
Yeaa money u ain't never see *yeaa
yeaa uh
You ain't got nuthin on me
Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Shades darker den a bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You aint got nuthin on me
Yeaa im gettin money like a muf**ka
Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga
[Fabolous:]
Ya boy is back man
Ghetto Fab nigga
Street Fam
Guess who
Whats hood?
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Nah I ain't slip one bit
But now a days you got to watch who you sip one with
You get the clip one hit
And don't see what they put in the blunt
The newspapers'll have ya face put on the front
Like "He was just in the club gettin' tipsy"
"Then they found him dead and patipsy"
Won't be me tryin' to get me a free fill
While a bitch drop a E Pill
In my refill
I'm supposed to have the toast with me
I can't let 'em get closer than they supposed to be
Nigga fall back
Before you wake up with a body cast on
Face look like you got a hockey mask on
Teflon Don Gotti passed on
You don't want to be who the shottys blast on
Hey kid walk straight pass then say hi
Before your mom be lookin' for a casket to buy
I'm sippin' champagne and swingin' Coronies
I got them bitches them niggas is lonely
These niggas is phonies
I shoot up the club like when Frank Lopez hit them niggas for Tony
Yeah
[Fabolous:]
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
But act up and come see how drunk I am
Ya'll niggas think I'm twisted huh?
Ya'll niggas don't wanna fuck with the Fam
Get rid of that lame
Get rid of that
We about to girl
we about to girl
Uh, I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S (uh, yeah)
I think y'all know by now it's ..
You ain't never seen a nigga this large (nah)
Motherfuck the house (nah), the nigga's garage is as big as the projs (yeah)
I move from city to city like a nigga at large (yeah)
This move is Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars (woo)
Like you really gon' get me (uh huh)
You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty (haha)
The chilla's wrong with me (uh)
You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me (uh huh)
I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me (uh huh)
Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me (yeah)
Any bitch that chill her jones with me
End up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh)
I got a ziplock the killer grown with me
I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh)
Justin will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney (uh)
I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me
YEAH!
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin to be fucked with (yeah)
I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with (yeah)
I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with (yeah)
I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy (uh)
There's no one else from head to ankle that fly (uh uh)
Who put slugs point blank through that guy (uh huh)
And there's nothin (uh huh) these dudes ain't do that I (uh), can't do at my (uh)
earliest convenience (uh), your girlie ain't foreseen since (uh)
the feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little flow (yeah)
They said sounded like the guy who's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh)
Personally I think they was reachin a little dough
But now they callin just to get a feature so it'll blow (yeah)
I'm teachin my little bro
to stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I'll lose the Black Star Power on broads (uh)
Even devil worshippers got up outta the God
I know all you cowards is hard
Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards
With our regards, nigga
Uh, uh, nigga
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for you non-spellin motherfuckers, Street Family
Yeah, uh, Brooklyn
Uh, fuck up, word to Brooklyn
"tit - tit tat"
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Uh! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
It's my world! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Ya heard?! (hah! hah! hah! hah-hah!)
Real Talk pha-real, ask my nigga Pharrell, ya heard?! Haha!
You see I do's what I choose on shiny twenty-two's
Be's what I please in brand new Bentleys
That's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it
Now I'm on the move, on the move
Running the City, something like Diddy
At 150, wit the gun and the cd (wow!)
Niggaz who be hunting for biddies
Never seen nothing this pretty, and they lying if they say they do
They bring the playa through like they bring the mayor through
They know the way I do is what the AK'll do
Listen here we can disappear for a day or two
Bet you come back smiling like Mase, c'mon!
Like Case say 'Touch Me, Tease Me'
But the Top Dawg tell her it must be easy
I'm in the white cut E-Veezy
Ashton Cuts be freezy, it must be easy!
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
Well you can stop acting boughie, asking for sushi
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!
See I ain't keep going tit for tat your ass ma
If your ass ain't talking right
You can go back to being groupie in your Dapper Dan Gucci
If fucking ain't your plans tonight, ya hear me?!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like!
Girl move it like! Girl move it like.
You see I bop to the beat of the streets since I was born
Move like they would in the hood until I'm gone
The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in em
As soon as they change the shapes I'm in em
The BAPEs they send em wit snake skin in em
To the kid in the city wit the scrapers in em
(Nowww!) I move to left like.. then I move to the right like
They follow the need to follow my lead
Do the do then swallow my seed, like
You can leave the spot you cramped in
Live in the Hamptons like a champion
Refuse to choose the, use the loser
Don't let the hydro moves confuse ya
And pass on a stunner to go wit a fronter
If you wanna do the kick it then go wit a punter
You see the white's so bright it's hard to be polite
The yellow's so mellow I have to act ghetto
Hello, my name is - fuck that! I'm famous
Y'all ain't the same as, F-a to the B
I don't know what it be, baby girl could it be
You ain't see how good it be rolling wit me?
Like - get me on or get me gone
It's at least 22's that they sit me on
I'm in the Ice Cream shoes, nice gleam too
Crack the button up so the ice beam through
You could wake up wit regrets, or wake up in a jet
Fixing you hairdo in a Jacob wit baguettes girl
[Chorus]
She all on me cuz all I do is,
Ride around in Bentleys coups
Got no need she got me,
Buying her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop,
All all all all all we do is shop until we drop,
Just throw it in the bag (x2)
I said if you getting money if you getting money
if you getting money, just throw it in the bag,
Just throw it in the bag, I just throw it in the bag,
I don’t know how much it cost but I know this b-tch is bad,
walking to that register like I didn’t know it had a tag
I’m no liar I don’t front Imma buy her what she wants,
cos the queen souose to get what she desire what she wants,
if my lady likes to eat, i’m gon buy her restaurant,
and she such a boss b-tch she can hire who she wants,
she can help me blow this green, she the fire to my blunt,
you can try it if you want but it’s gon cost you,
bag with the Gs, Jeans with the horseshoe
she can go to work or chill like a boss do,
that n-gga aint ya n-gga unless he endorse you
they saying it aint trickin if you got it they lying,
I say it aint trickin if you got her she mine,
you n-ggas aint got to worry bout her she fine,
my player cards approved you n-ggas declined,
[Chorus]
[Drake]
Uhh Ahhh,
We up in Barneys going dumb again,
Every time we leave the manager say come again,
honestly shes prol old enough to be my momma’s friend,
she just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again,
if the card declined you need to check that sh-t and run again,
they don’t give you limits when you keep that money coming in,
yeah, just fold some paper round the magnet,
as soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag,
She mature to say the least,
and if I get a car she make sure to pay the lease,
she used to have a husband until she found out that he cheats,
then she filed for divorce and watched that bank account increase,
she got a condo with a view, a house with a pool,
her son is 26 but he just went away to school,
she always show me pictures of him, tell me thats her baby,
i hope that i never meet him, that n-gga look craaaazy,
and I be spending all my lady chips,
she got me feeling like my daddy back in 86,
yeah, she say that she lucky that she his,
no, I m lucky that you mine baby, you know what it issssss.
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I said if you getting money if you getting money
if you getting money, just throw it in the bag,
Shorty so nice, I don’t mean polite,
when I say nice, i mean looking right,
and you can’t put a price on something looking right,
if they ask how much, tell em what its looking like,
everything i buy fly, it’s like i’m booking flights,
if I want it I’mma get get it,
that should not be tooken light,
and its on everything I got a crazy lady,
so money aint a thing, jay-z, JD,
like Jay-Z lady, it’s Beyonceing,
supporting your women goes beyond paying,
watching me ball is like LeBron playing,
I’m in the Louie shoes you might see Kanye in,
they saying it aint trickin if you got it they lying,
I say it aint trickin if you got her she mine,
you n-ggas aint got to worry bout her she fine,
my player cards approved you n-ggas declined,
[Chorus]
Featuring: The-Dream
Oh, you already know what it is
We got anotha one, boy, ATL
(Just throw it in the bag)
Wassup Brooklyn? Wassup son?
Wassup Fabo?
Hey man, I got that black Amex wit me
Aka that throw it the bag card, yeah
Now I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Yeah, I know you ain't over there starin' at my girl
Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I know you don't call yourself hollarin' at my girl
I keep her in Louboutin, Louie Vuitton
Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me
I'm the one with them ones
Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag
(Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag)
Ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?
(Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag )
Neiman Marcus, you know what I mean, and all that, ya, come on
Look at price tags, where they do that at?
Heard that in ATL when I'm in ATL
Just ask my baby girl, I treat that lady well
Ain't nothin' so-so, and I know Jay Dee well
A couple Benzes, black, white, gray CL
Got niggas lookin' like, "Did we miss a Mercedes sale?"
Don't wonda what I do, just know they pay me well
They keep that Gucci and that Louie on my labels
That's the way we feel, must be nice, man
You wit' the right man, you ain't gotta price scan
Or ask how much, now what I look like
Son, I'm from Brooklyn, what it look like?
You get it 'cause I got it, I got it, so you get it
In Miami, they say don't stop, get it, get it
Mommy do the speedie, daddy do tha duffle
Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin' ruffles
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
See I know what I'ma tell her
The same thing that the bank robber told the teller
Just throw it in the bag
That's the way it suppose to be
A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries
Just throw it in the bag
Paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it
So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket
That Remy Mar got him spendin' plenty bar
Broke ass nigga couldn't buy the mini bar
So get with Loso, he ain't gotta know so
Such a gentlemen, dozen bottles of that rose mo
Oh, you gotta man, well you need a richa one
Meet me in the parking lot, the place say get you one
Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular
Them niggas price checkin', you can help them in a second
As we proceed to get you what you need
Like we breakin' down the weed, shorty, throw it in the bag
(Just throw it in the bag)
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Everybody do the throw it in the bag
Hey, throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
Un-huh, un-huh, un-huh, just throw it in the bag
I introduce you to the life
You need the life, the life needs you
Everything is nice
Let me welcome you to my world
Everything's in living color plus the fly girls
On the way and gotta watch them with a keen eye
Niggas ain't seen fly till they seen I
Maybach 'cause I'm not a limousine guy
Suit with the bow tie no bean pies
The La Perle match well with these Ferragamis
Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies
[Unverified] I get up like QB's
Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's
We don't follow unless you lead us into VIP
When they know your face they don't need to see ID
I can see the bottles coming from a mile away
[Unverified] on the top act like they don't know to star
She fuck with niggas like Fabolous
'Cause to tell the truth, baby, life's fabolous
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living? Oh I be living fabulous
I bow my head and I praise that
We be there and back before the Rose's flat
Picture me anywhere a clown stays at
I don't think so, homey, don't play that
Everything is BOSS, like a Rick ad-lib
Take it to house like it's Trick Dad Crib
We hit Miami like a hurricane
Shorty poolside, one piece Veroaine
She the baddest bitch in them Jackie O' shades
Flabby beach mat, she don't give me no shade
Hold the heat down, she don't even know Wade
Nigga get smoked like cigarette tote
I like her soft kiss and I dig her wet throat
I love her booty bounce like cigarette boats
And it won't quit, she can't wear skinny jeans
'Cause her ass don't fit, real shit
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you can be living that
You can be living that, you can be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living? Oh I be living fabulous
Got a rich bitch on the way
That for real though, just like Wanda say
She just wanna rock my world in the Wonder way
I'm sitting at the airport like andele
Fist I saw the luggy with the Louie monogram
Then I saw my baby like a sonogram
On the runway just me and Bentley
I open doors, you ain't gotta G the gent me
I was thinking Knick game, court side
She put her hands in my pants, I let that thought slide
We can get it on but there's no leg room
No water bed, just a boat with a bedroom
Now you tell me who can top this
Hey, laying on the deck topless
Got two different dames, it's a Fabolous thang
One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain
It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
Oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
(Mase)
I thought Duro was an old man before I met her
Check this out right, this is me M-A dollar sign E (C'mon, C'mon)
Thorough,too throrough, Harlem World be the burough
Cool 'da Love up above (that's right)
can't forget my family (who 'dat be) Cardan & KFC
Blinky Blink & D-R-E
(Uh-Huh) (Uh-Huh)
Cluemanati, We Like It (Uh-Huh)
Mase too smooth, call me debonair
hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon)
cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair
what a brother, too black, me living here
we don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there
twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb
and if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre-num
Ever since Big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, don't even know my right name
I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach
living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, I be O-T,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a O-z
I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee
and I'm 2.8 and about to blow 3
(Mase) Fabulous Sport
Chorus: Now that's the way (Uh-Huh, uh-huh), We like It (Uh-Huh,uh-huh),
That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) We like it 3x
(Fabolous)
Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L-I through
Eyes low, from the L-I-Q
if you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do
give alias to any female, I screw
One running with Fabolous,who knew as well as I do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crew
be back downtown,bagging chicks at L-I-U
cause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the raw
Now I'm off in spring to tour, in Singapore
might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of Cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
and V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Ya'll cats know me, I be throwing clinks on
and be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on
Chorus 3x
(Foxy)
Did you know that I, simply got these cats where I want 'em and...
(uh) See the 6 then I want 'em in
It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could freak with
And do that freak shit
And I'm stepping in hotter, like Don Dada
snatch my Prada, ya hoes done done nada
make you never wanna flash your shit
like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then I will crash your shit
If you think you was a'ight, I will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
use to be O-T, now I'm 2.3 (Uh)
Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate
be that same chick, that you praying will fake
and I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death
ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)Fuck you think this is?
If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off
and, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless there's some princesses on the wrist
or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit
Oh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range
I said..fuck em all, muthafuck em all
Ya'll done turned a good guy into a Chuckie doll
I would've been your friend till the end bitch
Guess there ain't no friends in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same mouth they kiss you
These niggas kiss ass with the same mouth that diss you
Eww, you niggas disgust me
And they ain't talkin bout shit unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how, I'm killin errything I touches
Or how I walked in this game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still here
We still here
What does this break dude?..It's still here
And dude talk, concernin New York
When I was runnin the city you was learnin to walk
So I watched you niggas take they first steps
And I was happy for ya, daddy was clappin for ya
But, wasn't for me prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my case
I'm a rappin lawyer
That's unless you wanna talk bad bitches
Section full of bridezillas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
They pretty as can be, curvy as the letter "S"
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R, smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
On E, sippin P.J., high as hell
And please don't even talk about swag
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
I'm far from being typical my respect is reciprocal
I already came up
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is 5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin, I got the streets lookin
They watch what I do, so they know what to do
Lil money never told big money what to do
Money talks, if u speak guapanese
A language better known if you gettin cheddar holmes
If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, dont holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under tryna holla at Koalas
I keep that nine on me, ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like the drolics on Impala
I feel like Neno lettin em rock wallas off the colla
Somebody tell me something, What the fuck happened?
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless they stay solo
Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him
The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him
No Carlito's way
When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
Youahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but Im'ma do it my way
The new day of the week is called My day
So its my say, Pass my K
[Talking:]
It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do
We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can start the funeral service
First off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in peace to the competition, yeah
Rest in peace to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right?
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da
I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama
Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really what you cannot see
So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no Nazi
But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice
There Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the mirror
And the only competition's you
And even that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it
I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner
My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida
I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her
Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I book flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it look like, nigga?
Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes
Black card, black jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, throw it in a body bag
Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud
African plug, that's what I call a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees
Black limos, black town cars, black hearses
Black register books signed in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues outta black purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses
The wake, it's the wake right here
Come before the funeral, nigga
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm killing these niggas
And I'm the undertaker, Drama
With the body in the bag
All these niggas is dead
You look around, they're all dead
now i dont jerk off in public, but i been out doin my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)
fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci
that snapback wid dat snake skin, you niggas gotta see don c
muthafucka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces
ball like this, you gon see
the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin me fonzi
but i aint got my collar up, i just got my dollars up
big fish see little fish, n you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldnt of been in this shark tank, aint my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb's
aint no love in hip hop, but still let you eat 'em
came for the competition, but there wasnt much around
i let youu kiss the ring but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
now i aint come here to be playing, showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going innnn, everytime they let me out
ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like 'em wid dat keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i'm hardly here
gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em
weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you aint got it, convo, hell noo
stick to bein' you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see yall been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasnt much around
i let u kiss the ring, but you'll never touch the crown
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you'll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
and bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money
i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
youll see i got the b
b is for them big boys wid da grown money
Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)
You gotta love the way this playa be minglin
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin
The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin
Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
Allright, okay...
You just gotta stay patient boo
I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station thru
I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
How da hell ??? been tweekin out
How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out
She'll be tired of trainin dat month
You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck
Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin
I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go
I think it's just that ladies ??
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy
I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy
And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be witt'em
Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em
I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro
I'll have you sprung fa sho
[Fabolous:]
Yeah please believe it
Believe it please
Ghetto Fuckin' Fab
Niggas yeah yeah yeah uh yeah yeah Street Family
Brooklyn we back
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It wont stop 'till these young cowards bleed
So if you see the kid spittin' shells it ain't 'gon be sunflower seeds
Ya rims are too small rocks are too little
When ya talk to birds and rats like Dr. Dolittle
I barely reloads
I got those
Slugs that'll hit you in different area codes
Keepin' mine homie
I ain't Scarface I'm the quiet dude that creep behind Tony
I do it for fifty thousand
I'm the kid involved with more projects than New York City Housing
I get in ya girly's hiney
Cause they ain't seen the Jordans on my feet since the early ninetys
Since Box Beamers
I been bustin' on chick's faces 'till they look like they covered in Noxzema
I'm still be stashin' the sket
Even after my soundscan numbers look like the national debt holla
[Fabolous:]
Uh yeah uh
Fabolous, Desert Storm
Please believe it
Believe it please
We here now
Yeah uh
[DJ Clue:]
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
You know how we do
Stadium...
It goes however I wanted to
These bitches never say can't
I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggers beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped son
No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I'ma go right away
My fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay
Gotta a crew of bad bitches
Call em the nice girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no spice girl
It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker
It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger
Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
Welcome to the funeral pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec
Let it breath...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Its goes getting more money
They come with more problems
I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man
See you got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems
Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man
Got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
[Paul Cain]
Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas
Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga
I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga
Don't just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em don't speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it
Couldn't get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin' and y'all thirst
Do shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff em in that long hearse
I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn
Damn, nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me
If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's
Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's
Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me
Wherever I'm at ,I'm smoking some Bob Marley
7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose
Believe the great deal with stress
I've been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach
Street fam for life, this we all owe the los
Whole gang bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We dun seen the World
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful everytime you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate
All the cars, audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Verse 1:]
My daddy left me, and he aint even die
So when he did go, i aint even cry
I had reason, but that aint even why
How could he have failed if he aint even try
I ask no questions, i aint even pry
Truthfully i wanted to i cant even lye
Like a canceled flight, that aint even fly
To just walk away, like you aint even my
Like, like, like i aint even your
I cant even say it, i aint even sure
He shouda gave me everything and left me even more
But he left me without saying what he was leavin for
And thats when i became a man
And thats the day he stopped bein one
This year i became a father
And imma die bein one, wassup son
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Verse 2:]
I have nightmares of me not bein round
He took his first steps and daddy couldnt be in town
Daddy's entertaining everybody
But missed out when it came to trainin for the potty
I give a fuck about hip-hops new beef
I was more excited when my son grew teeth
So i same the problem
Of the famous stardom
Just like Em and Haily
Just like Game and Harlem
Weezy's at the awards with Miss. Carter
Nah not his date, im talkin bout his daughter
Now thats stuntin like your daddy
Cuz its crazy when you wanna be nuthin like your daddy
And if you never been a man
That's the day you start bein one
This year i became a father
And imma die bein one, wussup son
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
So hear the truth remain to let me go
I wont hold that against you, i moved on
Just look what i become since you been gone
Now dont you turn away, Oh, please dont go
Here's what i got to say, Oh
Please dont go
Oh why'd you go away, Oh
Please dont go
I needed you here to stay, Oh
Please dont go
I cant believe this day, Oh
Please dont go
[Chorus:]
I've got some things to say, Oh
Please dont go
So dont you turn away, Oh
Please dont go
I need you here to stay, I
Miss you so
[Outro:]
Why did you leave me
Tell me why you dont care
Daddy tell me why did you leave me
Why you dont care
Tell me why did you leave me
Daddy tell me why you weren't there
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
Chorus
A nigga young said the coming on a one way,
break em down i be in town Monday.
This for my niggas on the freeway,
riding dirty doing limit take it easy...ROLLIN
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY---Every time you see me on that 7-5,
so we got them choppa in this bitch boi,
26's in the hide, we just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
FABOLOUS
It's on ya'll im on call that check come we gone ball,
that wiz work like john wald,
yall hate that shit dont yall.
Real niggas no cornballs, pussy just a phone call,
you stand for something or you gonna fall,
i make it happen i dont stall.
Bullshit dont try that, that full clip in my strap,
that logo on my cap, say NY thats my trap.
Shout-out to my hood, too real to fake that,
a BK nigga i was brought up off take that then flip
that then make that, you got ass then shake that.
Them $1 drop like leaves hoe,
tell somebody rake that. Riding down that 9-5 on my
way to 85, i m rolling while my lady drive in a all
black mercedes ride. ROLLIN
CHORUS
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY
Im riding im rolling im holding shop open.
my stove on my pose on them O's on stop smoking.
Beep beep, phone call nigga you joking on MI,
NY, A-Town, East Oakland. Just counted,
they too short, no words like 2 short.
Vanilla cigs them dutch masters,
i smoke them like newport.
Hood nigga in that turbo, nah hoe we dont do spokes,
failure to appear real niggas dont do court.
Like a wife beater i bear arm,
one time i bails bonds, in and out in the same hour
to the same spot with the same powder.
A-Town thats my trap, brick talk thats my rap,
yeah hoe you see me, brick wall thats my dap,
shades on i so cool, fools with me they so fool.
28 get you 2-6, yeah nigga thats old school.
..im ridin, im rollin, im smoking,
im fucked up, bad bitch she shot gun on 3 bing she fucked up she ROLLIN
CHORUS
FABOLOUS---Every time you see me on that 9-5,
22 sitting on them shits boi,
bad bitch on the steering wheel just ROLLIN, a nigga just ROLLIN
JEEZY---Every time you see me on that 7-5,
so we got them choppa in this bitch boi,
I think your truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of (dreams are really made of)
Lets stay together you and me boy
There's no 1 like you around Oh baby
ooh you know that I love you yea yea
oooh hooo ohhh
oooh ohh
[ Verse 1 ]
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to now
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I aint jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you
[ Chours 2x ]
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Verse 2 ]
Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed he be smoking
What typea drinks they be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxin when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
[ Chours 2x ]
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Verse 3 ]
I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballaz look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was becomin successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way it could feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah
[ Chours 1x ]
(oh I) I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
[ Bridge ]
I really like what I feel when Im with you
You're a dream come true
Dont you ever leave my side (o no)
Cuz it feels so right (oh baby so right)
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
[Intro - Fabolous]
I wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stage
Know it's hard to see way up in the stands
I understand, but damn [x2]
Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle
Way too many of them with one hand
I understand, but damn [x2]
[Verse 1 - fabolous]
Yea, slow down baby, let me be your yellow light
The way we met was wrong, let me say hello right
You need a mellow night, a break from this ghetto life
The way I roll make them haters wanna yellow dice
She say what matters is that you keep them stilettos nice
And when you slap this ass, it shake like jello, right?
Well alright, roll them cigarellos tight
I nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow rice
Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair
And she know they talking but she never gon' care
Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon' hear
I can't imagine what a fall upon lebron's ear
Always been the girl that didn't have to wait in line
Niggas buy her watches just for making time
Fake say "give it up" never had to ask
They call her the stick up girl that never wore a mask
Baby, ain't you tired of life in this fast lane?
Packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch that last plane?
There's some dudes who take pride in trying to gas dames
The same dudes will see her and give they last name
Funny how I became the apple of her eye
The game went south and I'm a rapper from ny
Don't get me wrong: lil mama love "trap or die"
But through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guy
And fell in love with a 2009 verse
She said before we met, I fucked her in her mind first
We crossed paths, a mixture of karma and luck
I walked in strong, mentally palming my nuts
I got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cut
You know me? I can spot a swan from a duck
My approach? smoother than an armani tux
The diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truck
The small talk, warming her up, she palming her cup
She told me that I make her laugh and I'm charming as fuck
But for now she had to go, the chat just quickly changed
She was chilling, now she leaving, I mean that was kinda strange
Asked "can we meet again?" she said "that can be arranged"
And I'm sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchanged
We did, she slid, that'd a be explained
But for now she hopped into a platinum-colored range
[Trey songz]
See baby, see you gotta get ur mind right while there's still time left.
You know life, wanting vip sections and flight confirmations
Jumpin start to star, got ur own constellation
I aint tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am
Never follow ur heart
Sure to lose your mind... if u neva follow ur heart...
[Bridge]
You need to slow down... (yes baby u need to slow down) [x2]
Slow down...
You need to slow down
You need to slow... you need to slow... you need to slow down
You need to slow...
First off I'm a muthafuckin
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a hellichoppers land on top of this bitch
You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga
I'm not a boxer I'm be brief nigga
Were on top I will put you underneath niggas
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that litte pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you anf guess who the nigga leash
I was once tols by my nigga meach
You feed a sucka he just grow to be a bigger leach
So even time you hear mine get your hand to your hairline
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
[Lil Wayne:]
Now just say Hello to the Captain
And I stay away from magnets cause the man knows what I'm packin
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas
Call me wezzy f baby young money on betta get layin
Fabe I gotem
And watch me get em
And I do them
Or I did them
And there's two within my denin
And I shoot everything but woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy nina kiss you by my rips
You won't be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shot you in the stomach now your pissin out your ears
Hollygrove all day bodys in the hallway
And if you come searchin then your finding out tha hard way
No matter where your from you better recognize a real
Nigga when you see one
Salute me
[CHOROUS]
[Fabolous:]
At second thought I got the heart of a solider
Told ya I ain't gon play ya'll
My mind has gon awall
Find it I will pay ya'll
My money is yay tall okay ya'll
A smidget stack is midget mack
Dat mean it's gon stay small
Told dem I don't see nobody
I'm a rappin ray charles (I don't see nobody)
I think I need a seein I dog
Come to being fly dog
You ain't seeing I dog (ok ok ok ok)
We sit in here like pollen now
Fuck you niggas hollerin now
Dey said I been M-I-A
Yea bitch I'm on columns now
Leaders gon be followin crowds
General like collin powell
Water means cary gay
Beef is just a style of cow
I who make da call
So make me get da dialin out
Nick got da cannon yea dat nigga be widlin out
Dey aint ballin these niggaz is fouling out
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
Yeah man
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
And they say what comes around goes around
So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile
'Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+
Like Pharrell, we stand on bars
Girls on us like a fan on stars
500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And What goes up must come down
And I'll be here like What's Up now?
I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it when ya clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in between
Then watch me do my step
At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn
No other way to put it to ya ma'am
But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn
I can throw down like a killa
Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl
Move like you in a Hula Hoop
Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey
Cool as a 10 cent icey
That'll fit in vince nicely
Let 'em get close
Tell 'em play dimmy
Imma get swazy, you can get ghost
Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy
To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy
I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)
You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)
Slow down ma, ya speedin' again
You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind
But fo now, let yo hips go to this
Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss
When I dip low and flip, show the wrist
It looks like a froze hypno and cris
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
And I'm in amazing shape
With the DR flag on a bathe of apes
(WHOA!) (WHOA!)
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
you think that you so fly so come here bABY I'M MENTION YOU NAME IN THE YEAR 2 THOU YOUR MY BABY GIRL AND I WOULDN'T GIVE IT UP I CANT LET US SELF DISTRICT. BABY YOU A MOM MOM
CHORUS
IREALLY HOPE YOU LOVE ME TONIGHT YOU GOING TO
HAVE MY BABY (MY BABY) REPEAT 6X
GIRK IF YOU LOVE ME HOLD UP YOU HANDS LIKE THIS IT THE FABOLOUS HOLLA
YOUR NOTHING BUT A TRIPLE THREATTO ME NOW SO HOLLA AND REPEAT 2X
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