YOUNGBLOODZ!!! ...
[Dana Lewis + {scratching}]
"Get 'em off" "Sean Paul"
"Get 'em off" "J-Bo"
Youngbloodz... "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz"
[Sean Paul]
Now do you got what it take?
Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood?
The elite, drankin, smokin them dubs - too much give a fuck
Cadillac ridin dubs so nigga what?
I whip them X on them Vogues - them Cadillac with fo' do's
I had about three chunky hoes, to make that thang up fo' sho'
Me and my niggaz we roll, fifty trips to the sto'
Them and in and outta way police knockin at my do'
Remember dis bitch nigga, used hit ya with bows
Now cock it back 32 times and let that bitch unload
[J-Bo]
See I'm about to letcha know, about the Y to the O to the U-N-G
To the B to the L to the double O, D-Z is who we be
Youngbloodz, we whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a fuck
So watch out know, cuz really; I don't think you even wanna buck
and act on us, so hush that fuss
before we bust, so don't press ya luck
Because it ain't much, as we construct
To lay you down on the ground
So what with backseat, we gon' clown
Better tell you wussies don't make a sound
As we take you on a journey, comin live from the A-Town
[Dana Lewis + {scratching}]
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" ...
It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
For real
It's like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for sho'
Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
So I took up them words, got back on the curb
Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga
Hook
Pop, Pop, Pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black
The A-Town niggas want they corner back
*gunfire* Stick em'
We looking for em', don't be wid' em
Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em', Get em
Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
Deep in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now what it is
You can't understand as I fulfill the need
To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a ??? for acting like a bitch
Youngbloodz, Atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
And if with them whips, you trip
Ready to fight for what you claim
As if its a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain
So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga
hook
I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'
And I know they don't, really don't give a shit
All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit
Gonna quit, really soon
Got thangs, ??? , right back on the clock and boom and
You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
So, don't make no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, cause money sure can't knuck'
Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga
Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
Now give me three within' this distance and be on your way
Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know
That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed
hook
Yeah you make me drop to my knees
your body doesnt come with an eaz
ima' bring you down to my mudd pitt
you like it like that i'll lick your clit
ya ya baby just relax
damn i think you need some tic-tacs
bringin' it down bringin' it down
you know im givin' ya that frown
(i look like a damn clown)
if you say stop should i keep going?
baby ill make you scream
(for ice cream)
ya know i like a lil head
(before we hit the bed)
Yeah you make me drop to my knees
your body doesnt come with an eaz
ima' bring you down to my mudd pitt
you like it like that i'll lick your clit
damn we hit it off like animals
so ya we'll do it like they do on the discovery channel.
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab
If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within
We them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?
hook
A day late and a dolla' short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U double T's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain't came up with nay-thin', let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin' on mine, ??
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
?? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling bout'
Only bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'
Slackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hill, law gone?
Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so look here don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Loui Vuitton top
Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain't no mo' going to jail
Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail
Cuz' first it's me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and then it's you
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat'
Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac' so I ain't drivin' too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin' up this road block
Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock
And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I'm all fucked up"
Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout'
Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, your too slow
Hey what's up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout' some motherfuckin' driver's license man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That's on the blow
Man these niggas ain't at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck this
Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out your ass, cash low
Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around
I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat' is your last remark
So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no regard, cause see I'm a' hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin'
hook
Now it's the money, that make this here world round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot
I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his
But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your blessin's nigga
hook
Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
Till' when you couldn't get nothin'
for that little girl that you were courtin'
And done always been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'
The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
hook
Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world
hook
I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'
hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back
Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick
hook
I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'
hook
Yeah
Early morning to late night, HEY!!!
Gonna give it to ya', just like you like, HEY!!!
Lettin' the world know just what it be, HEY!!!
Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! HEY!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, HEY!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, HEY!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, HEY!!!
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! HEY!!!
I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do
We finna' act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down
SWATS, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don't play no games, its automatic hit ya'
They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em'
My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black
You on your last and only way of ever living
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin'
Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S
Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya'
Comin' dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin' on that other shit
Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, its an ugly thang, I'm back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem-ph), I'm known to limp
Everything is against da grain
Can't you tell, A-T-L, sack it up, make it sale
Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle
Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell
Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here ?death or trill?
Ain't no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chill the Mo',??, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't fuck with mine
YOUNGBLOODZ!!! ...
"Get 'em off" "Sean Paul"
"Get 'em off" "J-Bo"
Youngbloodz... "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz"
Now do you got what it take?
Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood?
The elite, drankin, smokin them dubs - too much give a fuck
Cadillac ridin dubs so nigga what?
I whip them X on them Vogues - them Cadillac with fo' do's
I had about three chunky hoes, to make that thang up fo' sho'
Me and my niggaz we roll, fifty trips to the sto'
Them and in and outta way police knockin at my do'
Remember dis bitch nigga, used hit ya with bows
Now cock it back 32 times and let that bitch unload
See I'm about to letcha know, about the Y to the O to the U-N-G
To the B to the L to the double O, D-Z is who we be
Youngbloodz, we whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a fuck
So watch out know, cuz really; I don't think you even wanna buck
and act on us, so hush that fuss
before we bust, so don't press ya luck
Because it ain't much, as we construct
To lay you down on the ground
So what with backseat, we gon' clown
Better tell you wussies don't make a sound
As we take you on a journey, comin live from the A-Town
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz... "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
(Wodie, Shawty, Shawty, Wodie)
Now this one there that for them country folk
Them heavy Chevy ridin' players with them hundred spokes
And when I holla shawty shawt I know ya hear me, hoe
And since you hard like blow, now tell me what you in for
You and your partner ride a Benz, but your endz low
You shake it, we take it, that's how we get it on the blow
You, you wit, that's how we do it shawty, you ain't know?
How to get it, willing to risk it with my cashload
We sweepin', really we creepin', I chop you up bro
Me and my nigga dead serious, like facin' death row
'Bout that paper, my nigga serious bout that cashflow
Punk ass, while I be comin' straight up out that Alto
ATL and New Orleans will chop you up, bro
Now where I'm from, we say Wodie
And where I'm from, we say Shawty
ATL and New Orleans
Now how we do it when we do it Wodie, (U-Way)
Now where I'm from, we say Wodie
And where I'm from, we say Shawty
ATL and New Orleans
Now how we do it when we do it Shawty, (U-Way)
'Gon slide them thangs out that attic, time ta polish 'em down
We about to get it krunk, and let the violence go down
Niggas ducked off in cuts, niggas sittin' on top of houses
Pull my gun out like "What!", niggas run away like cowards
Smoke angeldust, be ridin' at night in Jags and stuff
And hit a nigga, prolly turn into a massacre
I'm tellin' ya
Please don't play, cause all day I been inhalin' blunts
And my whole mind is blown away
I feel like killing stuff (Skurt!)
I pull up in a dropped Hummer
And shoot 50 at them cocksuckers
Say biaatch, it don't, Wodie let me get 'em
Just gimme the word, Unless shawty gonna spit 'em
Nigga's blessings be with 'em, cause Lil Wayne burn niggas
Bet them they gon try up for listenin' flippin' jurn(?) niggas
Y'all better learn niggas, If ya dumb, she can't chea(?)
Represent Cash Money, for all time, ATL. (Atlanta)
We be them boys, have fro's with them grills
And we be them boys, who gon' show you how it is
From New Orleans, to ATL, my nigga, we let it loose
So watch what you sayin', before we back the tap on you
I got a, teck, it's on
From the night to the early morn
Young Bloodz, and Hot Boys, see we gon' let this shit be known
Brother it's on, we gone, see we gon' hit you with some shit
To make you bop ya head, and cut the food straight on that bitch
Don't be surprised, in time, cause we gon' show you how we do it
Cause when we do it, that's how we do it, Snizza off that fluid
So get to it, my nigga
And don't you fall, my nigga
Yeah, Attic Crew, Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga
Um, Mark Twayne
Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo'
Going once, going twice, got the O for the LOW
Got my cheese in the soil, tryin' to make my flow grow
Hell no, never fall off
Slip pimpin', you can get it hard or get it soft
All day, round the clock tryin' to get it in
I ain't worried bout' the rich, cause I'm in the wind
All I got is my folks, Lord forgive me for my sins
And if this ain't for me, please make me thank again
Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws
Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws
While I'm out here, please let me come up
And watch my every step so I don't have to duck
Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?
Hit me on the hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up
Rabbit on my head all day for good luck
On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a fuck
So what you got, when you ain't got nothing to show
Thangs movin' slow, can't get your hands on no blow
Ain't got no flow, naw, need some quick cash
If hustlin' is the answer nigga, get up off your ass
I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough
Been hustlin' these verses, ain't got a damn thang to show
I keep my head up, because I feel it's bout to pop
Done heard about a deal going down at the dock
Critics say it don't stop, til' you get it and it's gone
It's all about the fett', set it off, get it crunk
You catch me on the corner, I'll be buddy with the sacks
Off in the studio it be Twayne with the tracks
Fire, fire, like that dope gettin' smoked everyday
Got a call from my source, he on the way with the llell' (yeah)
Coming in from overseas, bout' 82 ki's
Not a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave
Get the cheese, make away with the blow
Slip in the door, right before we do the show
Mr. Dope Man, your looking kinda sick
Thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit
So what you got now, you out of luck
Sellin' your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck
But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow
And pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the flow
It's toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas
And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece
Of these Youngbloodz, bustin' 30 slugs, so just perhaps
You crawlin' out of a shell
Finding ways up out these traps
Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own
And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known
And do know, you in a ball of burning hell
So might as well take a ride on the weed into the A-T-L
And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned
So what's the first attempt when they got you on the run
With fun, they shootin' tons of shots, so whose to blame
I was at the bar with my drinkin' team
And it was me, Jack Daniels and my homie Jim Beam
We were kinda blitzed and we were tryin' to behave, yo
When in walked a soldier, he was from the Fuzzy Navel
We were fallin', stumblin', crawlin'
In came the police, Captain Tom Collins
And the vato said, "Freeze"
(Freeze)
He said, "Hands in the air and hand over your keys"
Now we did and that was kinda simple
Now here came Margarita and her friend Shirley Temple
I asked my friend 'bout Margarita
He said that Shirley was a virgin and I wouldn't wanna meet her
So I talked to Margarita 'cause, yo, she was flier
I took her to the couch 'cause I wanted to screw-drive her
Now I'm not one for a speech
But there was plenty of tequila and sex on the beach
Y'all, tequila
T-t-t-tequila, yeah
Alright, come on
Tequila
Here we go again and I'm not fussin'
See, I'm a French Mexican but I kick it with white Russians
At the bar with the drink in my hand
In walked José Cuevo, it was Margarita's man
I talked to the wise man 'cause, yo, he's distinguished
His name is St. Ides and he spoke in olde English
He said, "You better think fast
'Cause José is kinda crazy and I heard he shot blast"
He gave me some advice and it went like this, yo
Catch the night train and head up to Cisco
I didn't wanna stick around
I caught the 1:51 to New York, the Greyhound
Now I'm at the Red Zone, everybody stylin
Showbiz was sippin' ice teas on Long Island
I blacked out, the party came to a halt
Cause I was drinkin' the Tequila with the lemon and salt
Y'all, tequila
T-t-t-tequila, yeah
Alright
Tequila
I woke up in the morning and felt like a zombie
The Tequila gold label had bombed me
You see, I woke up late, I wasn't feelin' so great
And Mike said, "There's a Bacardi party startin' at 8"
Yo, we walked in the party and started playin' our games
We played tops, [unverified] and quarters with Bartles & Jaymes
Here came Shirley Temple and they told me to chill
Because the Mickey brothers took her up to Strawberry Hill
They took her $1000 mink and she could barely think
'Cause the Tequila that she drank had her tickled pink
Now the music came on and I rocked the instrumental
There's a groupie named Mai Tai, a fly oriental
A groupie is a girl that jocks
She wore a def Black Velvet and drank Scotch on the rocks
We had a Fake Marriage, now here's the honeymoon
Yo, it's on, Vagabond at the Blue Lagoon
Now everybody take a couple of words from the wise
A girlie and a bottle, Tequila Sunrise
Tequila, yeah
Alright, come on
Sean Paul, gotta get 'em drunk
Gotta shakem' off in the club, get it crunk
Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need
Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees
Ya know I'm kinda picky, like my girls tricky
Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky
Sho' nuff, know to blow, that's how thangs go
Charge it to da game, ya know I gotta lay low
So tell me how ya know everything gravy
You're under to the cover 'cause my homeboy paid me
These gulls goin crazy, ya gotta shakem' off
They be all up in yo grill and I be all up in they mouth, ho
So shakem' off (Shakem' Off)
Shakem' off (Shakem' Off)
What's up, it's Youngbloodz, we shakem' off (Shakem' Off)
They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut 'em loose
And let 'em bend wit that wind as I guzzle duece
Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point
Must revolve 'cause these broads wanna lock dat joint
And pick-pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose
Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called
Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go
To show that what she is, is nothin mo'
But a hungry simple freak that'll take yo cash
And laugh and be gone so long you can't even ask
And from what's left, you envy without a dime
So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line
Well I'm Sean Paul, I got gulls galore
You might get a lot of cut but I gets much more
Well I'm J-Bo, got these broads in check
Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex
We Be Them YOUNGBLOODZ!!!
Them boyz that got dat mean mugg
Stompin in the club, boy gon' get ya scrubbed
I got them gulls goin for that low-low
Yeah, yeah
A town is on the gear
A town, A town, A town, yeah
Y'all know how we do around this time
Youngbloodz, Lil' Jon, yeah
I tote that thing, nah' mean?
Hat lean, clothes smell like green
That's a white tee and white rims
I bought bread, a real G get gees
Back to the streets, back with Lil' Jon
Back for the A back, reppin' for the stars
Put yo' hood up, show a nigga where your from
And if they hate that, then get the job done
What we buyin'? Big rims
Choppin' hard, like Bim
What we drank? That Patron
Keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke? That gush
Presidential shit George Bush
How we do it? Like this
Get crunk, b-b-bent
Sixteen, I'ma give it to you raw
Take it to your ass, slap you clean 'cross the jaw
Where they at? We want some
See I don't think y'all really want none
Sealed back with a whole new clip
With a bad ass chick on some brand new shit
Now put em' up, to the sky
We get fucked, get drunk, get high
Shake em' off, you know what to do
Take it to the floor, call out your whole crew
Like what? Knuck if you buck
See we still don't give a damn and I never gave a fuck
You see I'm big timin', wrists stay blindin'
Before I found freaks and my pinky ring shinin'
I stay grindin' and true to the streets
If you ever need to fight then you know where we can meet
What we buyin'? Big rims
Choppin' hard, like Bim
What we drank? That Patron
Keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke? That gush
Presidential shit George Bush
How we do it? Like this
Get crunk, b-b-bent
I'd be the big bang and drank drank
That's why I got a purple Sprite and y'all ain't
I ride big rims, 17 inches tall
So when you step down baby girl don't fall
Y'all niggas know the name, they call me Sean Paul
And I ain't got no flaws except breaking the law
Niggas call me dope 'cause I'm hard and I'm raw
Can't call me that thing, one hit'll make you cough
And it's always beside me, watch got diamonds
I ain't part timin', I'm full-time grindin'
The nigga wasn't shinin' now a nigga blindin'
Them niggas with the dimes and wish that I be ridin'
And I don't pull 'em out until the trunk beat
And you can see it movin', sittin' in the backseat
They wild on the east, they live in the streets
So I'm a keep my peace sittin' on the front seat
What we buyin'? Big rims
Choppin' hard, like Bim
What we drank? That Patron
Keep the bottle poppin' all night long
What we smoke? That gush
Presidential shit George Bush
How we do it? Like this
Get crunk, b-b-bent
Lil' John he dropped the beat
Lil' John he dropped the beat
Lil' John he dropped the beat
And make it bounce it like rubber
John crunk as can be
Ya, yeah... (YEAH!) A-town is on again...A-town, A-town (YEAH!) A-town, yeah
Y'all kno how we do round this town... (WHAT?!)
Youngbloodz...lil jon... (OKAAAAY!)
Choke dat fiend (dat fiend)... nawha mean (nawha mean)
Hat lean.. clothes smell like green... (like green)
And some white tees (white tees), and white Rees (white briefs)
I buy bread, real G's get cheese... (get cheese)
Back to the streets (WHAT?!)
Back wit Lil' Jon (WHAT?!)
Back for the A-town (YEAH!)
Reppin for the slums (YEAH!)
Put yo hood up, show a nigga where ya from
And if they hate that, then get da job done...
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
Get crunk big big big big big......
16, imma give it ta ya raw
Take it to ya ass, slap ya clean cross the jaw
Now where dey at? You want some?
See, I don't think y'all really want none
See, I'm back wit a whole new clip
Wit a badass chick, on some brandnew sh**
Now put 'em up... to the sky... ya get f***ed, get drunk, get high
Shake 'em off, ya know what to do
Take it to the flo, call out ya whole crew
Like what? Knuck if you buck
See we still don't give a damn
And I never gave a f***
See I'm, big timin
Wrists stay blindin
Wit 4 or 5 freaks, and my pinky ring shinin
I stay grindin, and true to the streets
If you ever need to find me... then you know where we can meet....
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
Get crunk big big big big big......
I fill a big bank, and drank drank
Thats why I got a purpe sprite, and y'all ain't
I ride big rims, seein me is tallest
So when ya step down, baby gurl don't fall
Y'all niggas know the name, they call me Sean Paul
And I ain't got no flaws except breaking the law
Niggas call me dope, cuz I'm hard and I'm raw
Can't call me dat fiend wasn't here to make ya coffin
It's always beside me, watch got diamonds
I ain't part timin, I'm full time grindin
The nigga wasn't shinin, live nigga blindin
Niggas wit da dimes in da whips that I be ridin
And I don't pull 'em out, until the trunk beat
And ya can see ya movie sittin in the back seat
They wild on the east, they live in these streets
So imma keep my piece sittin on the front seat...
What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paper
Im a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread
Duckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some head
Bringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swole
Workin' the streets, now they know they my hoes
I must ain't had it, I gotta get it
Nothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wicked
You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' better
But keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weather
Stackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission
Trappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin'
And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin'
Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foe
Ok, you know I'm sayin'
This is Sean Paul like you know I'm sayin', I'm tell it
Like it is right quick you know, a lot of niggaz drink Cristal
That's cool and everything you know I'm sayin' I ain't got it like
That I'm fucked up a lil' bit, you know I'm sayin' I still drink
Hennessey and Colt 45 you already know
I ball, all day 'til the money gone
Hit the trap with that and get it back on
Big body Cadillac frame with the chrome
I'm gettin' a lil mo' sucker make punk niggaz run home
I'm mashin', phone steady on roam
Still ride dirty hand placed on my chrome
'Cause I'm nervous, I'm get my Cadillac swervin'
I damn near hit buddy in that suburban
I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin'
I'm DUI and got bro' right beside me
Still mashin', no gives a damn about crashin'
I'm geeked up I took a blunt up out the stash
Still rollin', no tags 'cause it's stolen
I'm fucked up, out of parly and control
Slow motion, outta gas and just coastin'
I'm dead drunk, fuck, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane
I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone
Hit the club like that and get back home
Got a couple freaks on their way on the phone
Talking 'bout they ready to burp and get it on
So I'm scrollin', doin' fifty just chokin'
On eighty-five with my nigga straight smokin'
'Bout woozy, so they ain't no excuse me
Disrespectin' get your ass in the movies
That's gangsta', I break you down to your ankles
Jump pussy nigga watch me make you famous
You was laughin', should've known you was actin'
From how you came out your mouth 'bout the attic
That's tragic still sittin' in traffic
In the left lane looking for some action
What's happenin', ain't nothing what's crackin'
Nothing but these hoes lookin' for some stabbin'
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane
I'm ridin' dirty, and see these hoes that disturb me
Fuck niggaz poppin' shit ain't never worth it
That's crucial, toned out is what I'm used to
In the back of the 'lac where hoes choosin'
We foolish, getting crunk off the music
On Billy D that's just how we do it
Slidin', wit' my niggaz right behind me
In the streets on the go is where you find me
Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay cool
Buckle up I'm ridin' with a car full of fools
Blunts up, man I don't wanna make a move
Bad news, I done swerved on them to
I'm scuttlin', little button I'm ridin' ugly
I'm full of smoke, just finished smoking a dubby
Trippin', can't get caught out here slippin'
If they want me they gonna have to come get me
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
It ain't a thang in this world thats gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering' through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we won't never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it
Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
Now who the fuck, just al nut, it's a must for you to get crushed
So don't rush to get dat' change
You'd besta wake on up and take a look inside this frame
For everything ain't everything when times are gettin' rough
To pressure is your conscience in this game you callin' bluff
Now nigga what, yeah
Oh, a lot of hatin' went on doing this thang here
Folks just swore we wasn't finna' put it down for the A-town
You know what I'm saying? I ain't gotta call no names
Cause you know who you are
You know what I'm sayin'
All I got to say to all of y'all is...
You can't keep nobody from the Attic down
Know what I'm sayin', and thats on the floor
Yea, it's me, remember me from back in the day
The same ol' nigga you thought wouldn't get paid
Look at me now nigga, shit done changed
Ain't no mo' gettin' wet in the rain
Hennessey and dank to kill all my pain
Sho' nuff' you can hear, but you can't feel me man
And it's a damn shame, we go through what we do
Playa hatin' while I'm chillin' on the avenue
Can't hold no nigga down from the Attic Crew
Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause ain't no tellin' whats next
The dem' between real and the ones that flex
All in your face grinnin' when you cash that check
But when they get down and dirty it's like "fuck dat' bitch"
Ass nigga, so how you figga' I was wrong
Got a baby, and a crib to keep clothes on
Long time ago, way before the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let Sean Paul shine
Like dem' folks open face off in yo' grill
I ain't tryin' to be greedy, I'm just tryin' to live
Now that the picture clear, and you know what I mean
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys
yall aint ready for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz thats us fo sho
from left to right we rockin and kickin down every door
watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys
we set it off dont get twist it still out makin noise
big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots im on it, runnin you up off the curb
so bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain
you disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
so if your ready run it, we got that shit that will
im from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill
cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long
so grab a cup cuz aint no way in hell you goin home
{chorus}
I wont get my crime around
i hustle baby
i stay down every time no day
i hustle baby
from the track or the trap fo sand
i hustle baby
no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I wont get my crime around
i hustle baby
i stay down every time no day
i hustle baby
from the track or the trap fo sand
i hustle baby
no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
im a crime time hustler man, i tried to tell 'em
my crew cuz its the ex-convict, convicted fellon
banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin
the bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland
niggas prayin and hopin, they dont get caught with dope and
out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin
down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus
this is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus
playas vibe up and whittin im the third cosmosis
{chorus}
my pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes
tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pumas
who nigga fo like yall they never goin change that
they slang goin where i hang and my bitches they whod-a-rest
and we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5
we'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
and i keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet
outta town in thats gold rims, fo shawty be servin dem
everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin
A-town for life yall we never goin change that
still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at
{chorus}
Love is but the song we sing
and fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
or make the angels cry
Know the dove is on the wing
and you need not know why
(chorus)
Come on people now
smile on your brother
Everybody get together
try to love one another right now
Some may come and some may go
we shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
returns for us at last
We are but a moment's sunlight
fading in the grass
(chorus 2x)
(instrumental)
(chorus)
If you hear the song I sing
you will understand (listen)
You hold the key to love and fear
all in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
it's there at your command
(chorus 3x)
Right now
You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self)
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin' good, lil' shawty ?
"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"
And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong
Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone
It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot mo' titties
And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got
So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot
My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change
Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of win'
On the dance wit' cha'
Shawty really, want me to come home wit' her
Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac'
And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool
So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low
And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U-Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U-WAAYYY) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
It's Attic Crew, know what I'm saying
Want our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
For real
It's like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for sho'
Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
So I took up them words, got back on the curb
Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga
Pop, Pop, Pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black
The A-Town niggas want they corner back
Stick em'
We looking for em', don't be wid' em
Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em', Get em
Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
Deep in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now what it is
You can't understand as I fulfill the need
To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a ?? for acting like a bitch
Youngbloodz, Atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
And if with them whips, you trip
Ready to fight for what you claim
As if its a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain
So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga
I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'
And I know they don't, really don't give a shit
All I know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit
Gonna quit, really soon
Got thangs, ?? , right back on the clock and boom and
You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
So, don't make no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, cause money sure can't knuck'
Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga
Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
Now give me three within' this distance and be on your way
Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
And if they should, I'd be the first to let these niggas know
That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
Now it's the money, that make this here world round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot
I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his
But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your blessin's nigga
Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
Till' when you couldn't get nothin'
for that little girl that you were courtin'
And done always been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'
The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it
I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'
If ya don't believe you don't succeed
And if ya don't apply you won't achieve
Keep ya head up high, feet down low
And follow your heart to get to the door
If there is a will, here's a way
Never trust a soul I'm here to say
Stop depending and be yourself
And grab a hold and don't look left
So take a swing now here's your chance
You got nothing to lose, make a stance
See the clock is tickin' and time ain't waitin'
When ya all alone see that's what you're facin'
I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it
I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'
Ya I know I'mma make it, I was meant for this
I'mma with ya in the eye lookin' for the ten for this
And I don't steal I pimp for this
Ride round with a hundred round clip for this
What happened to the struggle, it's called eviction notice
Now people strong self eviction notice
Prescription cops serve keep it real and fine
But if I get caught with it I'll face some time
And it's hard being young and rich trying to survive
Trying to keep a shot to shine on the poor headed ties
Couple mill and I buy new whip for the wife
Talk that shit but this is my life
I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it
I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it it
Might, might be the crunk hatin'
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it
I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'
I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it
I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin', I'mma shine
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it, I'mma shine
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back
Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick
I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean?
See...
I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back
Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick
I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
I'm neva goin' back, I'ma get it how I live
Just last year I was busy countin' a mill
I moved out da hood and now my house is on a hill
And I ain't takin' shots, bitch, my jewelery all real
First class trips when I pimped outta town
Fine yellow bitch when a nigga touch down
Five star wolves when a nigga need rest
He buy a four five bitches when a nigga need six
I rocka every year and I don't wear Rolex
And I baby deep a bitch dis a whole chick
So nigga don't flex, 'cuz I'm down for a call
My pistol in my pants barely hanging by my balls
And if it get crunk from the weather to the wild
I'ma pull it out and tell a nigga ass out
And if it ain't needed smack his ass in a mall
And east side stamp his ass till he pass out
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me, shawty
Haters in my town
Niggaz wanna shoot you up then steal ma smile
Like you are not, y'all niggas gon' clown
At least [Incomprehensible] fuck around
I made a move then I'ma sprank and bussin'
It's 'cuz your girlfriend was tryna sell me sometin'
I'm showin' hood love and I ain't seeing notin' back
Can you please tell me what part of the game is dat
I'm not hard but I'm really in your act
With the old 5 7, I bet I make you do it like dat
Straight butt naked, hittin' you mothafuka back
Hookin' my enemies down like a game of track
Yeah, 1 nigga, 2 nigga, 3 nigga me
Y'all niggas frontin' wit no artillery
So what your girlfriend got to do with me
Lil' Scrappy gettin' cash and cut your throat for free
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me shawty
See, I'm a big time playa, I know you heard 'bout me
It's been a while since the last time so neva doubt me
I'm rollin' wit' niggas who'a cool is down to do whateva
Just for da love like a 'cuz and I ain't gon' need no cheddar
So what's ya issue, how you feelin' ain't a thang nigga
It's east side ATL, it's what I claim nigga
So fall back, take that beside your head see
We run this shit and stomp them bladder till their nose bleed
Fuck what you talkin' then your partner then whose a dog
We in the club get crunk drankin' for all of y'all
I representin', I'll let you know just how we do it big
And give a damn 'bout what they say and I neva did
'Cuz I'm gon' keep on doing what the fuck I gotta do
Ride clean set my bretta keep a brand new pair of shoes
So how you love dat we back up still a pin of miss
Storin' up some shit straight stripes and neva
Nigga back up, fuck around, get scrapped up
[Incomprehensible] wrapped up all my niggas stay strapped up
Nigga back up, fuck around, get scrapped up
[Incomprehensible] wrapped up all my niggas stay strapped up
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up the whole place
I'm sometin' like a pimp that's why you bitch in my face
So slow down, partner, before I catch anotha case
YoungBloodz.
Dammn!
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck.
(If you already know).
So So Def
What! What! Heeyy.
It's the YoungBloodz
You know!
Yeah!
Lil' Jon
Yeah!
Yeah!
Bone Crusher
Yeah!
And my man Ludacris!
Let's go!!
Let's go!!.
D-T-P, motherfucker! goin' four years strong.
Got plenty haters, really wishin' I ain't last this long.
And please don't get it twisted I ain't Hollywood yet
I just jumped in 'dat movie to get a big ass check (that's right).
So fool break yourself, that's the phrase that pays,
I'm about to open my own shop, AK's and Chevrolets.
I just bought 20 acres, and I'm still in the hood,
they like damn lova-lova's doin' pretty damn good
So when it comes to this paper I don't slack to get it (uh huh).
They call me lazy, 'cause my cribs gotta' elevator in it (that's right).
It's sorry to say, but It's harder to see, and I don't have to hit the club, I'll bring the party to me (uh huh).
'Cause I'm the Lord of the Lord, and the King of the Kings.
I never claim to be hard just down for my team (that's right).
Shawna,20, Chingy, Titty, and Fate, I grab a booty, and pinch, and lick the titty, and shake.
Now roll back in 'da street, working, stackin' my bread, saw him in the hood,
'cause I got plenty to spread, and a brand new Cadillac, on some brand new feet,
a brand new breed shinin' like a gold teeth, still ride wit' AK's, still sweep in the street,
but i'm a real G, I ain't got no time for beef, I don't train for nuttin' nigga,
imma' part of the street, and live life everyday, like it's a party to me.
Well I'm fo' sho' wit' it, if It's money to be made, well imma' go get it,
split it wit' 'da hood, and den get some throw wit' it.
Catch me swirvin' through your hood, no he didn't did he.
Straight up sippin' on some hen, I ain't no go get it.
I leave the tapes for the supper.
Seperate the hard motherfucker from all the busters (from all the busters).
To the grinder's in the hustle, so I know 'dat you feel me.
Put your hood up in 'da air, represent for your city.
Yaahh!
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga! (niggaaa!)
Lil' Jon: Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Lil' Jon: Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Now who 'da hell wanna' tangle my ankle, I'm sittin' off.
To 'da party, no party like Crusher, we Break 'Em Off.
YoungBloodz, and Ludacris in which you know the names.
We runnin' through your speakers like big balls of flame.
Livin like hurricanes,
We blowin' through your town, wipin' out your system, and shuttin' 'da club down.
'Cause we don't give a fuck, already you know the deal.
Like soldiers, we walk slow, so listen close, and clear.
'Cause we don't act foolish, and we send chumps back to school (uh huh).
And teach 'dem motherfuckers, to never break the rules (that's right).
Lesson one, some pimps don't never crack the style.
Lesson two, respect they been doin' it for a while (c'mon).
A-Town, Southbound, we bumpin' down your block.
Switch it from lane-to-lane, you know it don't stop (nah).
We back, and still foolish, and poppin' like once befo'.
So go, and throw it up my people, now hear 'da flow.
Yaahh!
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga (niggaaa!)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
I won the strongest competiton in '94.
For benchin 600 pounds, and no more.
That equals 6 of your feathered waists gonna' hit 'da floor.
So a nigga want a buck, then a nigga needa' know.
I'm serious wit' 'dis, pardon my french, but I'm 'dis shit.
You about 6 fuckin' seconds away from catchin' these bricks (hahaha).
When It's all said, and done, and I ain't done 'dis song.
You better ask fuckin' more so ya'll niggaz learn.
I cry for this paper, shake a nigga down for his paper.
These underacheiven' niggaz always hate ya.
So you gotta' keep ya need lock, and load for these takers.
Ya'll niggaz harder than my daughter on a seven o clock wake up
Wake up, YoungBloodz, and Bone Crusher fuck niggaz discover (uh huh).
Put 'dem fight strips on ya, and watch ya suffer.
'Dey call me noodanator, a bitch nigga bluffer.
Watch ya see me in 'da streets, wit' all ya mean brotherz, ya bitch!
Yaahh!
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!
Say what, say what
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck nigga! (niggaaa!)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit!
Uhh, this is Miami's finest
Pitbull, this is Miami's finest
This is Miami's finest, Pitbull
This is Miami's finest, got lost in here
Got true in here, got done in here
Got Diaz brothers, my dog Cubo (Que Vuelta?)
Eeeeoooooo, eeeeoooooooo, eeeeeooooooo
Uhh, this is Miami's finest, I'm soon to blow
But like Jon told me "Chico it's all about timin'"
Patience is a first, and I been patiently waitin'
When I sign, it'll be anticipated
Like the Lakers with Malone and Gary Payton
Pitbull spits fire like I married Saitin
Anybody wanna try it? then Tez go ahead dog
Confess, get it off your chest
Get put in a perminant sloop
You're gettin' in the way of me and these checks
This is the future, they don't throw blows no more
These boys will shoot ya
And they gats that'll smoke you bigger than Whitney Houston
I'm not your regular rapper this is somethin' y'all not used to
Yeah, I look like a cracker but I'll crack ya man it's crucial
So y'all better think twice next time, that's if there is a next time
I wish they would try to take mine
I'll take em' out the game with a tech-nine
It's that chico Pitbull
And if y'all don't give a damn we don't give a fuck
Throw em' up fool! (YEAAH!)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shiit!
They callin' me, to come back to the streets, Sean P. A.K.A a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka' niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
Ok then, put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem' bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double-T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real, who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it, don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it, and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town Malt Liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cova'
Lil Jon he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya (YEAAH!)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shiit!
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz' that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil Jon it's Youngbloodz, they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo' number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz' in the Dirty we them boys that drank you under the table
Where them niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and Gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430-slash-alchohol
And dog I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do (YEAAH!)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (HEY)
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shiit!
Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out
I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don't want nothin to keep me from you
Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
So I'ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really
Sheeeit
I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I'm goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary's to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I'm off in your purse
to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out this verse, geyeah!
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out
I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don't want nothin to keep me from you
Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
So I'ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really
Sheeeit
I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I'm goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary's to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I'm off in your purse
to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out this verse, geyeah!
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good Times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now
Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo' (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
But Can Ya' lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo'? (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know
Yeah, I'ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo' (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'
I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel
Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin like I'm feelin', let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can't no mo'
We in the mix, backfacin' cuz that's just how it go
At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
Ima hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe
We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo'
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
[J-Bo]
And not once but twice am I back on line
Remarkably delivering these words of mine
And when I come forth I come with such a force
You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need
And that's to get loose and let you soul be free
Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see
And ain't no way in hell we gon' let that ride
While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied
Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye
And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high
Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink
and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours
And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it
Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it
And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it
[Chorus]
My drankin' patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call
My drankin' patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool
My drankin' patna, my buddy, by 'causez, loud when he get 'em a buzz
My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna
[Sean Paul]
You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen'
My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin
Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz
I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me
We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies
Just might get locked up
Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves
And just me and my roll dawg always go half
when he got it man he won't crash
my mo'fuckin' patna
hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass
my nigga just ought a
Yo Yo Yoooooooooooo
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
Yo Yo Yoooooooooooo
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
Yo Yo Yoooooooooooo
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
Yo Yo Yoooooooooooo
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
I'm on the level that you might can't fuck wit (fuck wit)
"Gimme The Light"
Jus Gimme the light
yea yeah
Jus Gimme the light
yo yo
Jus Gimme the light
dont say it
jus gime the light
sean paul
[Chorus:]
Jus gimme the ligh
and pass the dro
Bust another bottle of moe
Gal dem in a me sight
and I gots know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Causle i'm in a the vibes
and i got my dough
Bust another botte of moe
Gurl dem lookin hype
and i gots to know
[Verse 1 & 3]
Could I be your protector
your buff in every sector
Everyman around dem
wanna turn your inspector
but u no let them sweat ya
No grill you with no lecture
But dem power drill
or dem feul injector
Dem a infector
Disease collector
Nuff of dem a gon on
like dem wan come wreck ya
Done out the part
where you got in your center
But u know
u dont let themn guy affect ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 & 4]
One / Two / Three / Four / Five of them
Situation gettinh really live again
Girl dem wanna Fi hang out with
The players and the riders de
Beside of them and dem say
Dem tired of the liars
Dem friars and connivers
will never get inseide of dem
Dem clyder dem
Especially the money hider dem
Watchie watchie girl bout dem
A try fi make bride of dem
Denied again
some of them move like a spiderman
Girl dem say nah
open wide again
Sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp. so i tell a bitch - sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp sum'n like a pimp. so i tell a bitch - sock it to my pocket cause im sum'n like a pimp sum'n like a pimp, sum'n sum'n like a pimp bitch - sock it to my pocket cause im sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp sum'n sum'n like a pimp
[verse 1]
See heres how it goes, ima keep it trill, ima keep it pimpin any way that i feel, pocket fulla dough, when i hit da door yell word on the street that you aint got no hoes, cause see its sum'n like dis, sum'n youll neva be, grind everyday anyway sum'n like a g, cause down in tha dirty, you aint ever worthy, im so throwed back like that nigga micheal ervin, for all known occasions, always so amazing, hoes everywhere black foriegn and asian, ima playa by da day, (yeah) hustle by da night, (yeah) i roll wit da crew who hadnt eva been light, (yeah) see em from da aye, dont give a damn what cha say, ima east side nigga i can get it eitha way, so see ya when i see ya, gon head im on a mission so fuck what cha heard when i slide in yo affection
[chorus] (so i tell a bitch)
Sock it to my pocket cause im sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp, sum'n sum'n like a pimp bitch, sock it to my pocket cause im sum'n like a pimp, sum'n like a pimp, sum'n sum'n like a pimp - these niggas aint got no dough, these niggas aint got no dough, fake niggas all they do is chase hoes, real niggas always get dat ass flowed (so i tell a bitch)
[verse 2]
Hop on da pole, do ya little dance, ima throw these hundreds get that ass out these pants, im just puttin on, im all about da bread, she give me da money den she gon give you da head, sum'n like a pimp, playin with work, all in her ear got her sellin dat skirt, big block gainer, swisher smoke purk, she on dat rip cause i choked dat throats, so im callin all bitches, if yall broke, ima put ya on cause i got dat work, cause im all about da money, its all about da cash, but you can keep da kisses, but you gon sale dat ass, real pimps shit yeah i keep an hour glass, now young shawties saleing by the hour ass, i dont give em nothin but a little powder bag, just to keep her up to sucking dick and sale dat ass
[chorus]
[verse 3]
We made her walk roads, no jobs, keep her bare footed walking on da block, bitch i need money, fuck talkiiin, ima pimp you can tell how im walkiiin, got da room key, i keep em on deck, you want yo back rubbed, you want straight sex, bitches call me daddy, i aint their fathaa, she bring da money back with no problemsss, you see da only is, you see da blazee, it was all paid fo by my babyy, im da first with, im worth words, like da dope boys dey flip birds, im up all night, on dat good shit, smoke purple green cause im hood rich, i got a stable fulla big hood chicks, you need money to enter, make me rich
I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
ATL & Tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin'
Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here
Niggaz can damn well fit inside their rims round here
And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to
Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through
Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came here to show you
Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do
Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit!
(Chorus One: Young Buck)
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me
Swervin Lac's, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me
Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me
(Chorus Two: Sean Paul)
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me
Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me
(Sean Paul)
Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga
Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners
Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December
Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever
And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'
Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes
One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though
Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes
(Chorus Two)
(Chorus Three: J-Bo)
Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me
Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me
(J-Bo)
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try
But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die
Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky
And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca
Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out
Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout
Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro
And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip
(Chorus Three)
(Chorus One)
Chorus
Im bout 2 spen' my change wit u, jus dont put yo pussy in my face
Shawty, go-in home wit u, just dont lay yo pussy in my face
Im tryin 2 spen' my change wit u, jus dont put yo pussy in my face
Shaw-tee, do-ooh wut u do, just dont put yo pussy in my face
Pop a rubberband n throw a couple dollas on d flo
Lotta take a nigga, hoe! you promotin wut shes dancin fo
me n my folks, we smell like dro
but we spendin plenty tho- so get in know, here we go,
he hoe oh walk up out d doe
WTF she dancin 4, if she dont drop it 2 da toe
tell u dis, we aint payin, if she wont showin the pussy hoe
came up here a quarter-oh
hun-dreds! not no quarter rolls
jus 2 see her shake dat laffy taffy, do da tootsie roll.
go-on! hop up on d pole, make me throw a couple mo'
take yo hand n rub it baby, show me wut dats pussy fo
YEA HOE! NOW U KNOW! IM A PIMP n like 2 clown...
All upside ur head wid hun-nits, bitch is how I lay it down
Chorus
Blu Flame, Magic City, down to ride? pink pony!
Hop, Hop on d pole n do d damn thang, we pimpin n d hauz...
we bout 2 spen sum change!
White Chocolate, Strawberry, cum get dis $ from me
Hop, Hop on d pole n do d damn thang, we pimpin n d hauz...
we bout 2 spen sum change!
Chorus
Yea! I c u like it tho- n like it wen I give u mo'
wen urself n ur crew den show me what its? fo'
ASS UP! FACE DOWN! DROP IT SHAW-TEE! TURN AROUNd
Get ur eagle on, like u know- wen u hear d sound
Here's wut u do, take a shot! GET dat pussy HOT!
Den hop up on dat stage, get dese dolla's
GIVE IT ALL YOUVE GOT!
BABYGIRL, dont cha know- aint nuthin' like a real pro...
How u hit da pole from da top down 2 da flo'
DO UR(my) THANG! TIL U(I) SWEAT! U(im) DA SHIT! N U(I) CAN BET...
NiGGahz got it, n u know it... Watch URself n dont 4get...
Herringbone! dats da name. If ya eva need "DA"ring!
If ur bout it? WALK DA WALK! Coz YES!
(featuring Mannie Fresh)
[Intro - Mannie Fresh]
I say gentlemen! ladies!
And bad ass outta control babies
It's the return of the bad ass perm pimp, ya heard?!
Ya boy! "Fresh" - {*scratched*}
Hey! Dust me off (Sean Paul!)
[Verse - Sean Paul]
My black Benz (Benz) is on dubs (on dubs)
Sitting out infront of the club
Me and my thugs (my thugs) and my bitch (my bitch)
We smoke purp, buying bottles cause we rich
Yeah! I say that I (say that I) I'm on deck (on deck)
I got blow, got dro and got X (got X)
That's me (that's me) Sean P (Sean P)
My life, smoke weed, get chiefed (get chiefed)
I'm showing out (showing out) spending stacks (spending stacks)
Hoodrich bitch how ya love that? (love that)
Double stacks (double stacks) single stacks (single stacks)
One line, two line, powder packs (powder packs)
VIP (VIP) I'm in the back (I'm in in the back)
And you ain't gotta ask a nigga where them dollars at (dollars at)
I break bread (break bread) money on the floor (on the floor)
A million dollar nigga, clothes newer buy the store ho!
[Chorus - Mannie Fresh]
I'm fresh (I'm fresh) brand new (brand new)
Everytime that I come through
Ho look at my wrist (my wrist) my neck (my neck)
I just bust me a fat ass check ho ho.
I'm the mayne (I'm the mayne) he's a wimp (he's a wimp)
If you wanna get ahead get a pimp
Dope Boy shoes (yeah!) big rims (yeah!)
And all these bad bitches say my name ho ho.
[Verse - J Bo]
Yeah! That's me (that's me) I'm so fresh (so fresh)
Brand new I got that purple no stress (no stress)
Cause what ya see (what ya see) is what ya get (what ya get)
But fuck around and I'll show ya how it hits him
I'm coming down (coming down) now what it do (what it do)
Yeah you see it when I fall straight through (straight through)
Big body (big body) ya ain't know (ya ain't know)
That's how we do it when we pull up to the door
So get your shine on (shine on) get your grind on (grind on)
Hold up motherfucker ain't ya time home!
Catch me later on (later on) then maybe then so (then so)
You can show me who's the man, I didn't think so
Fat checks I got em, on deck (on deck)
I love sex, YBZ or brown neck (brown neck)
Bottoms up (bottoms up) it's going down (going down)
How them bitches love me brown by the pound
[Chorus]
[Verse - J Bo]
See I'm a bad motherfucker if ya ain't never seen it (never seen it)
See all that popping, yeah I know you don't mean it
I'm cool as a fan (as a fan) sharp as a crease (as a crease)
And yeah I stay slizzered seven days of the week
[Verse - Sean Paul]
I cash out (cash out) I hit the lot (hit the lot)
Tell 'em hurry up, mayne drop it like it's hot (like it's hot)
Fat faced hundreds nigga, I don't ride hubs (hubs)
Black Giovanni riding good no scrubs (wit no scrub)
What it is ho, wassup (wassup) money talk bitch, and you know it (you know it)
Wrist shine (shine) and my neck glowing (glowing)
Everything icey (icey) and I'm riding foreign (foreign)
[Verse - J Bo]
Yeah! see in my Dope Boys - I stay clean (stay clean)
Look at my wrist, the ice and when it bling
Boy I'm a pimp (pimp) if you don't know (know)
And I could care less and give a damn about a ho
You see I'm..
"Like Glue"
[Intro:]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, feel dat trend now, yeah yeah
Sean-A-Paul, so mi go so then
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need a lot of trees up in my head
Got a lot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!
[Verse 1:]
Well enough likkle girl dem bought they own dem got di goody goody
One ting mi haffi tell dem Dutty got di woody woody
Frontway backway Dutty K man have di shooby shooby
Virgin dem waan gimme and mi have to tooky tooky
Hot girls outta road dat seh dem see mi see mi
And a tell mi seh dem have somethin fi gimme gimme
How much a one night dem all a dream bout di jimmy jimmy
Dem a promise and a tell mi seh a fi mi fi mi
But a promise is a comfort to a fool, so cool
Well yuh dun know seh dat man haffi rule, di school
We nuh pet dem just wet dem up just like a pool
And a dignitary we haffi use up mi tool
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need a lot of trees up in my head
Got a lot of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!
[Verse 2:]
So how can they waan big up dem chest
But they dun know Dutty Cup we deyah rated as di best
A wouldn't they love diss this is Sean-A-Paul this
We nuh cater fi nuh guy and only girls we a request
So gimme di gal dem, yo and every minute I'm wid it
Fi get di gal dem exquisite and get dem regular visit
Just gimme di gal dem, now dem all a pressure mi cellular
Seh a mi a di dappa dem waan fi be dem big poppa
Gimme di gal dem, after di chronic we tek a drag
And I don't mean to brag everyday I got to shag
Gimme di gal dem, everytime I look inna my mind
It's only girls dat weh mi find and true mi love dem design
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need a lot of trees up in my head
Got a little of damsel in my bed to run dat re-eeeddd!
[Verse 3:]
Some guy a live dem life and dem nuh really waan check it
Dem have nuh girl nuh wife nuh woman dem nah select it
Sometime mi haffi wonder if dem headset dem wreck it
Jah know dem ago bun well if dem don't waan correct it
So please, dem nuh wannabees
Dem hangout wid too much dogs and catch fleas
Dem nuh waan nuh honey, dem only waan di money
Dat's how mi know seh dem bwoy deh all a move funny
Look like dem lost, livin in di past
One ting mi haffi tell dem sorry Ma
Dem better move fast, before we get crossed
Badman nuh cater fi dem just because, mi go so then
[Chorus:]
Well I don't really care what people say
I don't really watch what dem waan do
Still I got to stick to my girls like glue
And i'm a lovely number too
All I know the time it is gettin dread
Need a lot of trees up in my head
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Whatchu lookin' at? Bitch whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Now whatchu lookin' at? Now whatchu lookin' at?
Now whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin, at? Bitch whatchu lookin' at?
Bitch whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
I ride woozie with some mother fuckin' wood
Still hangin' and slangin' yea for beat at my hood
Ay go get to it talkin' big boy shit
Mean muggin' like a mother fucker my head on my dick
Bitch I can shake with your help nigga we buck ass wild
We get crunk I got the truth I bought that Destinys Child
I slide to the ride bitch where a nigga don't dance
What I look like out there jukin' with this gat in my pants
I put this thing to your back make you throw out your hands
My bull is shit ali a nigga spill some hen on your pants
I'm unruly seem like I don't give a damn
Because I don't mother fucker you understand, understand
I'm bout foolish I'm what I mother fucking said
I put a peep hole in your head I'm about my mother fuckin' thread
It's your truly I still roll with the squad
Ain't talkin' your points outta thing feelin' your bars
They want to do me but heck I'm already on it
I ain't gotta hit the car I got it already own it
Nigga you ain't they say this song is to cold
The same thing you heard before your mug got hit with a bottle
I gets to it I'm always smokin' on purple
Posted up gettin' money with my nigga from the circle
Homeboy believe it I keep some sacks on my hand
I'm posted up with my gat in my pants motherfucker I ain't playin'
Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
We on the post you're in our space don't step so close
They know I'm ownin' the game 'cause I stay grippin' the grain
I'm ridin' dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
It's something new for them let's clean up off his plate
Let's make a move on them no time to hesitate
So ride the groove on them ain't no more time to wait
Ain't no more room for them ain't nothing to debate
Just let them fight for it something they never heard
We keep it fight for them precise with every word
I'm screamin' at it nigga just watch where I swerve
We runnin' havoc nigga bangin' on every curve
We hit it raw on them real make callin'' off air
We makin' blood on the niggas don't want to take it there
ATL runnin' things you goobers stack your chains
Moe back off in this thing jump off put in the game
We are known for being sold in a click foolish as mine
Cigarillo bustin' choppin' hoes down the line
Hatin' if you like us still the sun gone shine
Add a coupe the feature your request goes rewind
Like play action we stay ahead of the game
Runnin' through your whole league and still a catch the grain
'Cause this that real shit that make you act a fool
Where you straighten out that nigga and tell that bitch be cool
It's J-Bo shit nigga you already know
We shake them off and keep on rollin' it begin to show
And sip good nigga I wish you would
I'm slidin' with about 50 niggas straight up dead out the hood, okay
Whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
We on the post you're in our space don't step so close
They know I'm ownin' the game 'cause I stay grippin' the grain
I'm ridin' dirty on probation but I'll scrap with no things
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga whatchu lookin' at?
So whatchu lookin' at? Nigga step the fuck back
(big boi)
Uh-huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout?
A-town connection right heah
You got youngbloodz, uhh
Featurin daddy fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis. check it out
Chorus: repeat 2x (sung)
I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty
Be patient cause I'm comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don't want nothin to keep me from you
(j-bo)
Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good
With a six-pack a that colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight
So i'ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain't ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
Like betty crocker, the face doctor
Just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city
Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really
Chorus
(big boi)
Sheeeit
I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up
Like everythang, in my stable
Sir lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
F**k all that kickin 'em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an'
Stab out to the cajun crab house
Or the jamaican cat house
Or the college, frat house
For the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I'm goin all the way on the first play
Like hail mary's to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
Bar I'm off in your purse
To get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway
And I'm out this verse, geyeah!
Chorus
(sean paul)
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was stacy
Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 southbound
It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs
She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo', I shut my cadillac do'
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers
Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad
I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from a-t-l
Shawty yeah!
intro
whaaat!
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
blowin dro 24(blowin dro)
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom(blowin dro)
verse 1
im ridin thru atlanta and im hangin out da d-double door
a famous thrower scrapped up rockin travis barkler clothes
breakin down the foolio so we call it that keyshia cole
i aint got no midtown we dont smoke that shit no mo
i hit da lot just like da store and im at that hoe on 24
then i let my screen fall im da man like shorty low
they lookin so i whip it slow grab my chain and strike a pole
i put this shit on everything everywhere i go i show
im showin up and showin at big faces and fool im not
upgraded out the where he at everytime you step it up a notch
im blowin dro on 24 countin bread and pullin hoe
chorus
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit the double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom(blowin dro)
verse 2
im ridin thru atlanta stay clean in atlanta im a god damn rebel in these streets of atlanta
a young santana dont wear no bandana
im of old school vette like how they ride in alabama
magic city body tell em wish they woulda left
now im one sixty six so baby bop im going back
tvs in the headrest 24s up on the feet
and yeah i know a couple broads ready anytime to freak
whos the man yeah i am im blowin bout a hundred grand
poppin rubberbands like it aint noithing cuz i know i can
beat they thangs cuz they lil black they jumpin at the corner store
chorus
ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit the double doors
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit the double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom(blowin dro)
verse 3
im ridin im swervin im slidin and mergin'
im bout to kill em so hard yo car gon need a searchin
steering wheel wood grain baby blue candy paint
im floatin swangin so wide wit a jar full of that purple stank
now say it and i told you so i always keep a blunt of dro
i always keep a bad bitch but still i never trust a hoe
now im the type that let you know see i aint wit no fuck shit
cuz i dont really give a damn my attitude like fuck this
verse 4
man fuck that ima pull up stuntin wit the top back
my gears not from around here they like where shorty cop that
follow this car here and this gon take you where the squad at
i know yo boy been practicin but i dont think it hard yet
im all him let me be the first to tell you bout him
anything you want you get for the right amount yeah
hustle man thats why im blowin dro and sittin on 24s
chorus
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit the double doors
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit the double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-r-ridin thru atlanta, r-r-ridin thru atlanta, ridin thru atlanta in a phantom wit d-double doors
blowin dro on 24(blowin dro)
r-ridin thru atlanta in a phantom(blowin dro)
(feat. Shawty Putt)
I got my top dropped down on my 442
Hangin' out the roof like what ya'll gon' do
hit the gas twice
before my shit get started
snap it out of park
hit it hard
now I'm tearin up the yard
ridin sideways pealin up the concrete
nostrils in my hood, (?)
got some bitches in the backseat
flowmasters howlin
engine it be growlin
all them old folks can say
is damn ya'll niggas be ridin (?)
chrome polish
ya'll punks stylish
take my giovanis off and throw back on the rally's
comin down hard sittin on leather grippin wood
this aint no lil boy she got that man under my hood
Chorus:
I got that grown man up under the hood
up under the hood
i got that got that grown man
up under the hood
up under the hood
grown, grown man
up under the hood
up under the hood
i got that got that grown man
up under the hood
up under the hood
Now you might catch me wit my eyes tight sippin on that remy
keepin duals up in the doge truck
yeah its gotta hemi
but when the lil kids see me
they be like damn
momma when i grow up ima get me one of them
26 inch rims you can hardly see the rubber
flowin big 15's beatin like a muthafucka
hey everything custom headlight to the tailpipe
my shit tight, ur's just aight
heyyy hey hey hey you know im chiefin good
got these windows rolled uo adn these hoes wanna ride if they could
but its ass, gas, and cash
understood i got that grown man up under the hood
CHORUS
I got that grown man
under my hood
i didnt know it was gon' be so hard
ridin' so good x2
now you can see it from a distance hear me comin from a mile
its that monster that grown man
happened? to check me out
im a beast in the streets
a fool behind the wheel
a nigga wit a attitude comin down the hill
see 24's got them hoes like woah
choppin wit the top down
im headed to the sto'
yeah, pick up a bottle of that pat? and then we burn out
down 85 to the spot so we can ball out
cuz when you see me boy you know im ridin good
wet paint, flip flop knockin hard through the hood
yeah, thats what i do when shine switchin lane to lane
smoked out wit a couple hoes
is that grown man
Verse (Sean Paul):
What da business is?
I'll spend sum, let me whisper in your ear go get a friend or somethin
Ya already know, I'm a grown man
Got stacks on deck guh & I ain't playin
Ride big whips, Got big thangs
Recognize game, you can do the same thang
Put ya bread wit cha whips, yea my hat lain
Real shit real slick like Rick James
You a hood guh, you like the chevy thang
You like the leather seat, the woodgrain & everythang
Well I'm on 24's, full spinna's mane
That's how you know that you was fuckin wit a winner mane
In these streets deep, ask anybody
Ask ya home girl, she'll tell you bout me
Oh I'm fo'sho about it, you finna know about it
Fuck wit me, you can tell a hoe some'mo about it
Chorus (T-Boz):
You just want my uh,
You just want my uh,
And I don't blame you cuz it's good,
I don't blame you cuz it's good,
(Sean Paul)
And I ain't try'na fall in love,
I just wanna beat it up (Ay guh)
DAMN ya look'n good (Ay guh)
DAMN I know it's good
(J-Bo)
Now let the beat go...(repeat)
Verse (J-Bo):
See what we got here is somethin fresh,
Somethin so hot the way it burn ya chest
See I'm a YoungBlood, Harinbone's my name,
A cool mutha fucka who ain't bout no games
I'm from Atlanta so you know how it is, late nights on Petrone no sulk just straight chill
Now all my ladies put yo hands in the sky, and do what you feel fuck the nigga askin why
Cuz this here party ain't for lames at all,
So get yo back up off the wall
That's right girl drop it like that,
And I sho' wouldn't mind hittin that from the back
Chorus (T-Boz):
You just want my uh,
You just want my uh,
And I don't blame you cuz it's good,
I don't blame you cuz it's good,
(Sean Paul)
And I ain't try'na fall in love,
I just wanna beat it up (Ay guh)
DAMN ya look'n good (Ay guh)
DAMN I know it's good
(J-Bo)
Now let the beat go...(repeat)
Bridge/Breakdown:
(Sean Paul)
Ay girl you got a mane?
(T-Boz)
I did, but he had to creep
It was too many freaks that would let him beat,
So I ain't for no bull shit or no games,
If that's what cha bout, don't ask my name
(Sean Paul)
What's ya name then?
(T-Boz)
Don't worry bout it,
You got a reputation, yea I heard about it
So I ain't for no bull shit or no games,
If that's what cha bout don't ask my name
Chorus (T-Boz):
You just want my uh,
You just want my uh,
And I don't blame you cuz it's good,
I don't blame you cuz it's good,
(Sean Paul)
And I ain't try'na fall in love,
I just wanna beat it up (Ay guh)
DAMN ya look'n good (Ay guh)
DAMN I know it's good
(J-Bo)
Shake that thing Miss Kana Kana
Shake that thing Miss Annabella
Shake that thing yan Donna Donna
Jodi and Rebecca
Woman Get busy, Just shake that booty non-stop
When the beat drops
Just keep swinging it
Get jiggy
Get crunked up
Percolate anything you want to call it
Oscillate you hip and don't take pity
Me want fi see you get live 'pon the riddim when me ride
And me lyrics a provide electricity
Gal nobody can tell you nuttin'
Can you done know your destiny
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
'Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on 'til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on
Woman don't sweat it, don't get agitate just gwaan rotate
Can anything you want you know you must get it
From you name a mentuin
Don't ease the tension just run the program gals wan pet it
Just have a good time
Gal free up unu mind caw nobody can dis you man won't let it can
You a the number one gal
Wave you hand
Make them see you wedding band
[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
'Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on 'til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on
Woman Get busy , Just shake that booty non-stop
When the beat drops
Just keep swinging it
Get jiggy
Get crunked up
Percolate anything you want to call it
Oscillate you hip and don't take pity
Me want fi see you get live 'pon the riddim when me ride
And me lyrics a provide electricity
Gal nobody can tell you nuttin'
Can you done know your destiny
[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame
It's all good girl turn me on
'til a early morn'
let's get it on
let's get it on 'til a early morning
girlâ¦it's all good just turn me on
Yo, Shake that thing
Miss Kana Kana shake that thing
Yo, Annabella shake that thing
Miss Donna Donna
Yo Miss Jodi yu'r di one and Rebecca shake that thing
Yo shake that thing
Yo Joanna shake that thing
Yo Annabella shake that think
Miss Kana Kana
[Chorus]
Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me flame
gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
'Til a early morn'
Let's get it on
Let's get it on 'til a early morning
Girl it's all good just turn me on
[x2]
Let's get it on 'til a early morning
(Verse 1)
My black benz its on dubz
sittin at the front of da club
me and my thugs and my bitch
we smoke purp, buyin bottles cause we rich yeah
i set it out, im on deck. i got blow, got dro, and got X
thats me, sean p. my life; smoke weed, get g's
im showin out, spendin stacks. hood rich bitch how you love dat?
double stacks, single stacks. one line, two line by da packs.
VIP, im in the back and you aint gotta ask a nigga where dem dollas at
i break bread, money on da flow
a million dolla nigga, clothes new up out da stowe hoe.
(chorus)
Whats the business? (whats the business)
what it do (what it do)
got the white t shirt and white shoes
chevy 2 tone, big hairy bone. i like your girl bra me and her could get it on
if i aint the hood then who is? young pimpin whats the biz
if i aint the hood then who is, once again young pimpin whats the biz
(verse 2)
yeah. thats me (thats me) im so fresh (so fresh) brand new i got that purple no stress (no stress)
cause what you see (what you see) is what you get (what you get) but fuck around and ill show u how it hit
see im comin down (im comin down) now what it do (what it do) yeah you see it when i fall straight through (straight through)
big body (big body) you aint know (you aint know) thats how we do it when we pull up to the do'
so get your shine on (shine on) get your grind on (grind on) hold up mutha fucka aintcha time holmes
catch me later on (later on), and maybe then so (then so) you can show me whos the man i didnt think so
fat chicks i got em, on deck (on deck) i love?
bottoms up (bottoms up) its goin down (going down) i got them bitches comin round by the pound
(chorus)
Whats the business? (whats the business)
what it do (what it do)
got the white t shirt and white shoes
chevy 2 tone, big hairy bone. i like your girl bra me and her could get it on
if i aint the hood then who is? young pimpin whats the biz
if i aint the hood then who is, once again young pimpin whats the biz
(verse 3)
see im a bad mutha fucka if u aint never seen it
see all that poppin, see i know u dont mean it
im cool as a fan, sharp as a crease and yeah i stay slizzard seven days out the week
i cash out, i hit the lot. tell em hurry up mane, drop it like its hot
fat face hundreds, nigga i dont ride hubs
black g? ridin good no scrubs
(chorus)
Whats the business? (whats the business)
what it do (what it do)
got the white t shirt and white shoes
chevy 2 tone, big hairy bone. i like your girl bra me and her could get it on
if i aint the hood then who is? young pimpin whats the biz
Ya I'm ridin on them choppa thangs
I told the choppa main
I put it to ya brain
On ya shirt I'll leave a stain
Sean Paul, I ball like my birthday
I bring the K and wet yo ass up in the worst way
I'm a playa for that pussy, I can neva pay
I skip the cris and sip on henny almost everyday
Trap stars, remember im from round the way
Where niggas give they life away
and gamble wit aseria
Young killas, drug dillas
yea they blide burners
Standin on the corner
Dickies and sum white turners
Wife beaters if ya a nigga that understand my slang
East side if ya ever wanna find me main
See u be chillin posted up up in them high spots
Late nights u see the flame from them high shots
I heard they fin to come and kick some doors again, im posted wit my tech to see wat door dey comin in
(Chorus)
I'm 4-deep in my chevrolet
We be sippin on lean in my chevrolet
In the seat we cook green in my chevrolet
Thats y these hoes wanna be in my chevrolet
they wanna play wit me
ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof
ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof
ya try to hate but ya cant nigga im hater proof
chop chop (chop chop)
yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im fit to just drop (just drop)
had to have it went and got it off the lot (of the lot)
its essential presidential like my green (like my green)
premit the scene and cold dean naw lean (naw lean)
stay clean mug alwayz mean (mug mean)
still ride with the red bean team (bean team)
still post it up still same spot (same spot)
shit workin out the block five hot (five hot)
money get maid nigga's gettin paid (get paid)
nigga's keep em workin chevy's gettin sprayed
(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
now inspite of what ya heard im the god damn truth
ima down south head busta monsta in this crew
ima hard core bad ass
a soldier from the backstreet
and tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me
some call me J-bone, some call me Har?-bone
and yes see ima youngblood
and dese bitches they wont leave me lone
right or wrong
you should know the difference not to never speak
run and tell yo mama and yo daddy how your shit is weak
50 deap
yeah nigga
this aint what you want in life
or what you need
cuz see our pressure will bust a pipe
cuz like tonight
aint no dought we blowin on that thing
that purple cush
that presidential shit is what i mean
(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
lets get to it (lets get to it)
gatta get dis money man (get dis money man)
no one stop us countin hundreds man (countin hundreds man)
game was gravy shorty i can count a hundred thangs
snatchin engines every week and got me ridin lovely man (ridin lovely man)
24's, engine from another frame (notha frame)
26, but shawty knee deep in the game (in the game)
get me 26, i snatch a nigga chain
26 years of pain, you'll do the same thing (same thing)
but im gettin older me and god aint got closer
still keep a toaster
fuck around and i'll roast ya
talk big shit, nigga swang big thangs (big thangs)
when that trunk pop that thang go chop man
(chorus) repeat 2x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
see what done happened it we back up on your block again
dem damn fools out da attick stackin dividens
Atlanta Georgia out to get ya so dont be afraid
just be aware and watch yo ass when you from the play (?)
maniacs off the wall
real nigga's never fall
pimpin by the day and through the week im gone keep it raw
i put it down
let em know there's plenty wayz of makin dough
cuz all i buy i smoke and i got plenty more
through the door
stanpeden like a pack of hungry wolves
and still keep it poppin, hopein, wishin, notha nigga would
back woods
dirty south, dont make me bust you in the mouth
dont make me act a fool
and clear this whole damn place out
(chorus) repeat 4x
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
we got it ready for you staight out the pot
chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
(Chorus)
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause ima superstar
Sean Paul
I slide everyday bitch im just waiting on my drop top
Purchased it wit cash money straight up off tha lot doc
This aint from no chop shop, damn near spent my whole wat
Call me for murda cause im fixin to make they heart stop
Nigga ima playa get a wit 'em at tha next bloack
Keep on working nigga keep on punchin in these clocks
Keep on steppin clost to me I swear you might get shot dawg
Its Sean Paul remember Shake Em Off
Was only 17 when they first broke me off
And eva since den ive been working stackin bread
Buyin diamonds shiny buyin cars and getting head nigga
(Chorus)
J-Bo
See ima give it to you straight nuthin but tha real
I'm major in this game wating on my next deal
Got a house wit no kids wit a pool in tha back
Wit money on my mind so u know I keep them stack
And if know me goan holla at a playa
I make big moves so I'll tell ya bout it lata
I'ma certifiedpimp doin whut I love most
Like fuckin fly hoes smokin weed coast to coast
Wit some playa ass patnas wit some playa ass ways
We will take ya down if its time upta play
And everybody knows you can see it how we ride
Sittin high on them thangz middle finger to tha sky
(Chorus)
J-Bo
Now you can catch me in tha bar takin shots by tha rounds
Up in V.I.P. bitch u know its goin down
Got a stack of this sticky aint lookin fo no problems
But I got a lil sumthin just in case we got to solve it
Bitch im from tha A yea tha mayor of tha south
Fixin to do it big yea you know whut we about
Sean Paul
Yea always stayin sharp come straight out tha cleaners
Smoke 2 blunts up out my own dont make it a mistermeaner
A benz or a beamer, like new church drive
I'll tell ya hold tha meaner when I pull up in my ride
Call me trick daddy I slide but I dont slip
And do a damn foo thinkin it aint on my hip bitch
We made sixty pancakes, ate about six.
We played ten games of pick-up sticks,
Counts cars on Route 66,
but there's nothing much to do.
We played four games of checkers,
three games of chess, two of Monopoly, more or less.
We tried to be neat. We made quite a mess.
Now there's nothing much to do!
Chorus:
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do.
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing really,
Nothing to do.
We played in the house, played in the grass.
I played teacher, I barely passed.
Listened to some music. That was pretty cool,
but there's nothing much to do!
We ate two fat bananas, a thin piece of cheese.
An apple to crunch. An orange to squeeze.
Got a milk moustache, which you wiped on your sleeve.
Talk about nothing much to do.
Chorus
We've already done bout a hundred and twenty-one
of our favorite fun things to do.
But we won't be satisfied, remotely satisfied,
til we find number one twenty-two.
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