[MJG]
You can count on this pimpin', I got them Budweiser horse women
Black mack, make a rookie divorce pimpin'
I didn't read about it, I was born with it and exercised
First I came with a game plan (what) next I tried it
Now what you know about that money in her snatch
When she promised you that she was givin' you the whole stack
Can't be no lover slash pimp nigga, or a player slash good boy
You either be real or Mr. Goodjoy
Cause ain't no such thing as love at first sight
But it's a such thing that you was on them drugs the first night
It's mandatory for me to appeal to the women
Keep it real with the women, but let them tricks deal with the women
And when you in the field with them women
Watch 'em, they start talkin' love shit stop 'em
Cause ain't no hoe supposed to have no emotions
Her job is to keep a trick broken and hopeless
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[Eightball]
I bust nuts on the face of slut hoes
And hang at the club with dope dealers and cutthroats
Never been one of them niggaz that would save a hoe
Bitch you know the score, you can get your shit and hit the door
Never slippin', you trippin' if you think you pimpin'
Hoes comin' up if they in front of you strippin'
Trickin', that pussy wet lookin' finger lickin'
Tradin' big faces hopin' you can stick your dick in
And she will do whatever for a dollar bill
Suck dick and lick clit on them X pills
High heels and big thighs make a dick ride
Make a nigga spend a grip and think of plenty lies
Lookin' deep in your eyes and don't mean none of it
I got the pie, you got to work if you want some of this
Where you from bitch, don't nothin' come easily
I got somethin' for you if you got somethin' for me
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[MJG]
For four and a quarter you can get a hoe and a order
A Barbie doll bitch or a hoe from across the border
A loose bitch, a tight bitch, whatever you like
With the certain group of paint brushin' bitches consider priceless
Nut drinkers, butt spankers, dominatrix
Most ain't really with that rough shit but some can take it
One hundred percent born and bred, pimp type
Hoes make my money off of goin' to bed
[Eightball]
Givin' head, hookin' niggaz like a cigarette
Niggaz plea and pay fees, just to get a hit
Skin tight, with no hair so you can see the clit
White hoes, black hoes and hoes that Hispanic
Pierced tongue feel good when she workin' wood
Platinum Visa, PIN numbers and them check books
Turn it in, help a nigga get a new Benz
Turn out your friend, let me be both of y'all man
[Chorus - X3]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
Buck Bounce lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. DJ Quik)
[Eightball]
Whats the deal
Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a nigga was the worst
You can't fuck with the one
Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
The nigga with the most of dis
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the shit, Broke the shit
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic niggas take shit
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]
Whats the deal
Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a nigga was the worst
You can't fuck with the one
Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
The nigga with the most of dis
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the shit, Broke the shit
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic niggas take shit
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]
Space Age 4 Eva lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[MJG]
I can make you get buck
Even if you don't go to the club that much
I got so much rhythm I can feel it
MJG and Eightball we the realest
Baby you can bill it to the P.O. box
When you feelin real good
Luxury soft leather with the real wood
Type of attitude whenever I come around
After-party baby welcome down to U-Town
[Eightball]
I roll with them fools who love to blow trees
I represent Eightball and MJG
You wanna get down you wanna flow like us
G's from overseas blow drow like us
I love them women who got they head on straight
I love them women who like to lay it on eight
Jump in with me we can dip flip
Start a relationship with your lips and your hips
[Chorus]
DJ's playin the music make the dance floor want to move it
Move your body at the party at the party at the party
[MJG]
Are you feelin like I'm feelin cause I'm feelin good naw wait great
Feelin like I could move a whole damn state, huh-uh, a planet
And it's time for the beat to do damage
Ain't nobody gonna tell us how to do it
We gon' do it how we wanna do it
We gon' bring it how we wanna bring it
And if you can't understand how we flow
Its provision decision revision then go
And I can't understand how I'm on
And I'm still going strong with the green sticky gone out my system
It keeps me up when hard times beat me up
Im lookin good as I look into my rear view
Now hear me like you want me to hear you
Put your worries and your debts all behind you
And let the rythm of the Alpine find you
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
We gon' bounce bounce till we can't no more
Puff puff till it ain't no more
Drink Drink till we throw up on the floor
Shine so bright we make the whole world glow
Got soul fo' sho' we deep from the South
Haters they try but they ain't keeping us out
We peepin the doubt but thats alright
My mic skills be tight ain't just aight
This for all my dogs who got love in they heart
Be an individual and show it in your art
For all of those who disagree we ain't trippin
We ride the slab wit' that space age pimpin
Ball and G and thats all we be and thats all we see and thats all we need
No fakes or snakes that wanna rape a tape
Just us and the beats for the DJ to play
[Chorus till end]
Pimp Hard lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Chorus: repeat 8X]
Pimp hard .. pimp harder
[Eightball]
Big plush cadillac seats holding me up
Bitches hatin' cuz I'm always doing big boy stuff
Would will ill be grippin' in my big boy truck
Back then at the club gettin' this big boy sucked
Eightball, Mjg you know we can't be touched
If its bout hennessy and weed you can link it to us
If I feel you disrespectin' ima cock it and bust
And MJG gon be right with me if that eight ain't enough
[MJG]
If Eight ain't enough
Don't worry I got eight in the clip
Eight for them hard looks
And eight for that lip
It was unnecessary
That sort of punishment was less than very ugly
Which was fucked up
You wanted this you lucked up then
Oh well some more shit I'm stuck up in
Hey lets squash it
Go sweep the dust up then
Drink a shot
I got a bitch you could drive a truck up in
MJG pimp tight! And I got em
[Chorus: 8X]
[Eightball]
We handle this shit like a pimp should
I fuck with them niggaz who run the hood
From the south to the east coast to the west
I be puffin on that shit that gon be burnin' in yo chest
See them hoes want a nigga who got bread
These niggaz want a bitch you got that fire head
And all I want is weed and money
And mo' money
The streets don't respect a nigga with no money
[MJG]
Ya poor dummy
You should be spendin ya ho money
When she offered you some
You probably tell her "no honey"
You to slow sonny
What I'm spittin' gon make you know somethin'
So the next time instead of just talking
You could show something
And most hoes is like casinos
Pistol blow somethin'
So anytime a bitch approach me
I see some dope coming
My main focus is tricks who be out ho huntin'
But they don't get that pussy for free
I make em owe somethin'
[Chorus: 8X]
[Eightball]
I like them yellow dick women giving love to me
Hugs and kisses disrespecting bitches cuz of me
Always wanna sex with me no matter where we be
All her friends do my friends and they do it for free
Ok we smoke with them hoes and get em something to eat
But any real nigga will just to drill baby
Pimp hard or pimp harder for the millennium
That paper out here for ya ima get me some
[MJG]
Hit a liquid some
Tell my bitch to quick get the gun
We got some shit to run so shut up and cut off the grits they done
I want you up on your feet until they blitz the song
Bitch you understand what I'm sayin'
I'm the official one
Mjg I pimp strong until the reasons gone
Until it ain't no hojack left to spring the season on
The niggaz who violated they still bleedin' on
I be packs and shit sacks and the leavings on
[Chorus: 16X]
Pimp hard .. pimp harder
[Eightball]
Big plush cadillac seats holding me up
Bitches hatin' cuz I'm always doing big boy stuff
Would will ill be grippin' in my big boy truck
Back then at the club gettin' this big boy sucked
Eightball, Mjg you know we can't be touched
If its bout hennessy and weed you can link it to us
If I feel you disrespectin' ima cock it and bust
And MJG gon be right with me if that eight ain't enough
[MJG]
If Eight ain't enough
Don't worry I got eight in the clip
Eight for them hard looks
And eight for that lip
It was unnecessary
That sort of punishment was less than very ugly
Which was fucked up
You wanted this you lucked up then
Oh well some more shit I'm stuck up in
Hey lets squash it
Go sweep the dust up then
Drink a shot
I got a bitch you could drive a truck up in
MJG pimp tight! And I got em
[Chorus: 8X]
[Eightball]
We handle this shit like a pimp should
I fuck with them niggaz who run the hood
From the south to the east coast to the west
I be puffin on that shit that gon be burnin' in yo chest
See them hoes want a nigga who got bread
These niggaz want a bitch you got that fire head
And all I want is weed and money
And mo' money
The streets don't respect a nigga with no money
[MJG]
Ya poor dummy
You should be spendin ya ho money
When she offered you some
You probably tell her "no honey"
You to slow sonny
What I'm spittin' gon make you know somethin'
So the next time instead of just talking
You could show something
And most hoes is like casinos
Pistol blow somethin'
So anytime a bitch approach me
I see some dope coming
My main focus is tricks who be out ho huntin'
But they don't get that pussy for free
I make em owe somethin'
[Chorus: 8X]
[Eightball]
I like them yellow dick women giving love to me
Hugs and kisses disrespecting bitches cuz of me
Always wanna sex with me no matter where we be
All her friends do my friends and they do it for free
Ok we smoke with them hoes and get em something to eat
But any real nigga will just to drill baby
Pimp hard or pimp harder for the millennium
That paper out here for ya ima get me some
[MJG]
Hit a liquid some
Tell my bitch to quick get the gun
We got some shit to run so shut up and cut off the grits they done
I want you up on your feet until they blitz the song
Bitch you understand what I'm sayin'
I'm the official one
Mjg I pimp strong until the reasons gone
Until it ain't no hojack left to spring the season on
The niggaz who violated they still bleedin' on
I be packs and shit sacks and the leavings on
[Chorus: 16X]
Boom Boom lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Swizz Beatz]
MJ
Eightball
MJG
Eightball
[Eightball]
Swizzle
It's finna super crunk up in this joint
We came to get dirty up in here
Yaknowmsayin, mayn?
[CHORUS: all]
Shake the room, boom-boom-b-boom
Shake-shake the room, boom-boom-b-boom
You think you're ballin, don'tcha? (Yeah)
You think you got it, don'tcha? (Yeah)
You think you made it, don'tcha? (Yeah)
Well, let's get it right [2x]
[Eightball]
Eightball, MJ-G, Swizz on the beat
We from the streets, come with the heat
[MJG]
Come back with gritty hardcore, sweep
Touch streets who, sleep all damn week
[Eightball]
Get crunk and buck, get crunk with us
Turn it up a notch with that country thump
[MJG]
We spread funky stuff, I know you want your stuff
Got the beat and it's tough, you can't take it, too much
[Eightball]
Your body achin too much, trick, you're fakin too much
Talkin bad 'bout your people, player-hatin too much
[MJG]
You're hatin players too much, your guts gets threw up
Your mouth can't chew up, your living room blew up
[Eightball]
Like Ball and G straight off the hee-zy
Keep it pimpin and don't be corny or chee-sy
[MJG]
Back to A, A back to Z
No act in me, mo' mack fo' me
When I
[CHORUS]
[Swizz Beatz]
Oh-oh
Take a break
Oh
Your break's up
Let's go, let's go
[Eightball]
This for all my niggas, this for all my bitches
Space Age 4 Eva, Eightball, my nigga
Memphis Tenn. I'm from, you can call me a titan
Hot rhymes I'm writin, burnin niggas that's bitin
Platinum flows I bust, ice cold is us
You can give me the hay and you can keep the dust
I like em yellow and stout, pretty face no doubt
Not scared to use they mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout
I hustle for change, remain the same
Change the game, cut the chains
Tight flows is wet, much deep respect
Don't sweat the hood, gotta collect checks
8Ball's my name, y'all all the same
Y'all ball the same, y'all fall the same
We came to kick it, you submit and quit it
Try to cut it and split it, ain't nothin new, hit it
Yeah
[CHORUS]
[MJG]
Be off in them streets, cause them streets is in me
I be puffin on En-do-nesia indeed
It don't come with no seeds, it don't come with no sticks
It don't come with no extra added chemical mix
Never run with them tricks, I keep it pimpin and shit
I kill, and, dissect a bitch
I wreck the shit, mic-check your shit
1-2-3 - go, let the shit
Get you crunker than crunk, make it bump in your trunk
Let me see, all, women shakin their rump
Put your back in a hump, start touchin your toes
Eightball, M-J-G supposed
To come out harder than hard, plus realer than real
I stack, and, build skill for skill
Got you noddin your head, got you movin your feet
Ain't no way you can stay in your seats
When I
[CHORUS]
[Swizz Beatz - while chorus continues]
Let's go, let's go
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Hold on, hold on...
Hey
Yo, what, yo, what
We about to do right now
Yo!
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
MJG
Ball
Swizzy
Yeah
It's over
It's over
Yeah
MJ
Eightball
MJG
Eightball
[Eightball]
Swizzle
It's finna super crunk up in this joint
We came to get dirty up in here
Yaknowmsayin, mayn?
[CHORUS: all]
Shake the room, boom-boom-b-boom
Shake-shake the room, boom-boom-b-boom
You think you're ballin, don'tcha? (Yeah)
You think you got it, don'tcha? (Yeah)
You think you made it, don'tcha? (Yeah)
Well, let's get it right [2x]
[Eightball]
Eightball, MJ-G, Swizz on the beat
We from the streets, come with the heat
[MJG]
Come back with gritty hardcore, sweep
Touch streets who, sleep all damn week
[Eightball]
Get crunk and buck, get crunk with us
Turn it up a notch with that country thump
[MJG]
We spread funky stuff, I know you want your stuff
Got the beat and it's tough, you can't take it, too much
[Eightball]
Your body achin too much, trick, you're fakin too much
Talkin bad 'bout your people, player-hatin too much
[MJG]
You're hatin players too much, your guts gets threw up
Your mouth can't chew up, your living room blew up
[Eightball]
Like Ball and G straight off the hee-zy
Keep it pimpin and don't be corny or chee-sy
[MJG]
Back to A, A back to Z
No act in me, mo' mack fo' me
When I
[CHORUS]
[Swizz Beatz]
Oh-oh
Take a break
Oh
Your break's up
Let's go, let's go
[Eightball]
This for all my niggas, this for all my bitches
Space Age 4 Eva, Eightball, my nigga
Memphis Tenn. I'm from, you can call me a titan
Hot rhymes I'm writin, burnin niggas that's bitin
Platinum flows I bust, ice cold is us
You can give me the hay and you can keep the dust
I like em yellow and stout, pretty face no doubt
Not scared to use they mouth, know what I'm talkin 'bout
I hustle for change, remain the same
Change the game, cut the chains
Tight flows is wet, much deep respect
Don't sweat the hood, gotta collect checks
8Ball's my name, y'all all the same
Y'all ball the same, y'all fall the same
We came to kick it, you submit and quit it
Try to cut it and split it, ain't nothin new, hit it
Yeah
[CHORUS]
[MJG]
Be off in them streets, cause them streets is in me
I be puffin on En-do-nesia indeed
It don't come with no seeds, it don't come with no sticks
It don't come with no extra added chemical mix
Never run with them tricks, I keep it pimpin and shit
I kill, and, dissect a bitch
I wreck the shit, mic-check your shit
1-2-3 - go, let the shit
Get you crunker than crunk, make it bump in your trunk
Let me see, all, women shakin their rump
Put your back in a hump, start touchin your toes
Eightball, M-J-G supposed
To come out harder than hard, plus realer than real
I stack, and, build skill for skill
Got you noddin your head, got you movin your feet
Ain't no way you can stay in your seats
When I
[CHORUS]
[Swizz Beatz - while chorus continues]
Let's go, let's go
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
Hold on, hold on...
Hey
Yo, what, yo, what
We about to do right now
Yo!
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Shut the club down (what), shut the block down (what)
Where you at now?
Where you at now?
MJG
Ball
Swizzy
Yeah
It's over
It's over
Yeah
Alwayz lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Eightball talking]
Ay dawg, check this out (uh)
Peep this..
I met this lil' chick the other day (yea)
Talkin 'bout some super stout
Super stout, she put it on ya boy
Yea I promise ya, she put it on ya boy
[Eightball]
It all started in the mall
She said "Hey, ain't you Eightball?"
I said "I'll be whoever you want me to be"
She was fine like a supermodel, Naomi
Out to the truck me and this ho bounced
Thirty minutes later we was on my couch
Remy, X.O. and green sticky weed
She hit it like a pro, didn't choke, didn't heave
We talked for a minute, you know how shit go
Two people get close and they jump off bro
I kissed her on the back of the neck, she got wild
Beggin me to hit it doggie style
Long story short, shorty got that fire
If I tricked off, I'd trick it on her
She said she got a man, but he ain't shit
He give her everythang but love and good dick
Time went on, we kept in contact right
But never really hooked up, and never got tight
I wish I coulda got with her one more time
Then maybe, I woulda never wrote this rhyme
[Hook - Eightball 2x]
She's always on my mind - I wanna be with her
She's always on my mind - But I can't be with her
She's always on my mind - I wanna be with her
She's always on my mind - But I can't be with her
[MJG]
She was 5'6, redbone and lye chick
Ain't no way she could disguise it
When her eyes hit, my eyes, it was a trance in it
Only thang that I was thinkin was in her pants
She was holdin my wood with a tight fist
I whispered, into her ear "I know you like this"
She said "I'm ridin wit'chu" Damn right bitch!
I'm a pimp and I ain't got all night shit
I got a reserve ticket for a ho wanna kick it
Get down lick it, cuz I'm feelin you down wit it
She was certified, equipped with pussy grip
I ain't buyin a bitch a room, I'll fuck her off in my whip
Feel my rib-tipped, that triple bit Trojan
Fo' den hunnie, it's up in ho land
Up to the windowsill, knockin it off
Then I stuck it in your grill, I'll beat it up
Seein as how you, treated me - Knowin that I was pimpin
Before I understood what it meant, I broke women
MJG, breakin 'em in - mentally and physically
Mind, body, and money - shimmy shimmy
[Chorus 2x]
[MJG]
She was always right there, on the tip of my mind
Makin me look at other women blind
Every motherfuckin time I find myself lookin for a phone number
I'm gone, I'm alone, I want that women
When I see her, I'ma let her know how I feel about her
Be a pimp tight, real nigga with skills outta town
Lookin for the one that got me hypnotized
Hips and thighs, glimpsin eyes, trippin now
Go'on the same, ready to knock it off friend
When she admit it's time, I'm lock it in
Head straight to the hood, and snatch a six-pack
Tell the folks that I'm with, that I'ma get back
I think her name was uhh.. shit I can't remember
But I know she was a cute, lil', stout tender
Ready to put it down, whether rain or shine
She always, always, always..
[Chorus 4x]
[MJG whispering 4x]
She's always on my mind.. always on my mind
She's always on my mind.. always on my mind
[music fades out]
Ay dawg, check this out (uh)
Peep this..
I met this lil' chick the other day (yea)
Talkin 'bout some super stout
Super stout, she put it on ya boy
Yea I promise ya, she put it on ya boy
[Eightball]
It all started in the mall
She said "Hey, ain't you Eightball?"
I said "I'll be whoever you want me to be"
She was fine like a supermodel, Naomi
Out to the truck me and this ho bounced
Thirty minutes later we was on my couch
Remy, X.O. and green sticky weed
She hit it like a pro, didn't choke, didn't heave
We talked for a minute, you know how shit go
Two people get close and they jump off bro
I kissed her on the back of the neck, she got wild
Beggin me to hit it doggie style
Long story short, shorty got that fire
If I tricked off, I'd trick it on her
She said she got a man, but he ain't shit
He give her everythang but love and good dick
Time went on, we kept in contact right
But never really hooked up, and never got tight
I wish I coulda got with her one more time
Then maybe, I woulda never wrote this rhyme
[Hook - Eightball 2x]
She's always on my mind - I wanna be with her
She's always on my mind - But I can't be with her
She's always on my mind - I wanna be with her
She's always on my mind - But I can't be with her
[MJG]
She was 5'6, redbone and lye chick
Ain't no way she could disguise it
When her eyes hit, my eyes, it was a trance in it
Only thang that I was thinkin was in her pants
She was holdin my wood with a tight fist
I whispered, into her ear "I know you like this"
She said "I'm ridin wit'chu" Damn right bitch!
I'm a pimp and I ain't got all night shit
I got a reserve ticket for a ho wanna kick it
Get down lick it, cuz I'm feelin you down wit it
She was certified, equipped with pussy grip
I ain't buyin a bitch a room, I'll fuck her off in my whip
Feel my rib-tipped, that triple bit Trojan
Fo' den hunnie, it's up in ho land
Up to the windowsill, knockin it off
Then I stuck it in your grill, I'll beat it up
Seein as how you, treated me - Knowin that I was pimpin
Before I understood what it meant, I broke women
MJG, breakin 'em in - mentally and physically
Mind, body, and money - shimmy shimmy
[Chorus 2x]
[MJG]
She was always right there, on the tip of my mind
Makin me look at other women blind
Every motherfuckin time I find myself lookin for a phone number
I'm gone, I'm alone, I want that women
When I see her, I'ma let her know how I feel about her
Be a pimp tight, real nigga with skills outta town
Lookin for the one that got me hypnotized
Hips and thighs, glimpsin eyes, trippin now
Go'on the same, ready to knock it off friend
When she admit it's time, I'm lock it in
Head straight to the hood, and snatch a six-pack
Tell the folks that I'm with, that I'ma get back
I think her name was uhh.. shit I can't remember
But I know she was a cute, lil', stout tender
Ready to put it down, whether rain or shine
She always, always, always..
[Chorus 4x]
[MJG whispering 4x]
She's always on my mind.. always on my mind
She's always on my mind.. always on my mind
[music fades out]
Jankie lyrics - 8ball & MJG
(Word Up)
[MJG]
You might not know it but you
You gotta say it baby
The company you keep
It change daily baby
How did you get the Mercedes and the Escalade lately
How come its been trouble in the places you stayed lately
The black cat affair
A broken mirror
Two steps up under the ladder would bring me near her
To good luck that fucking with you
You make the sun rain
The same moment you left
Thats when the fun came
[Eightball]
Always bumping like a bad lady ho quit that
Straight up ask a nigga to pay when he wanna hit that
Always wanna drank my Hennessey
And smoke weed
Take you out to see a movie
Hoe please
If i ain't got to get a room i don't get one
I could hit you in the car and it'll be just as fun
There's six lil letters that describe you hoe
I could sing it much better baby this is how it goes
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
The J the A the N the K the I the E
What that spell
Jankie (word up)
Bitch why you so jankie (word up)
[MJG]
Wussup sneaky nigga
How come you running yo mouth
And talking about bout some shit that really you don't even know bout
The way i see it you a slick instigata
You thank you low key but you steamin like hot potatoe
In the middle of the fuckin day in Jamaica
Chocolate strawberry or vanilla couldn't shake a
Jankie ass nigga like you
You built with fly paper
Leave shit around you and its gone good-bye later
[Eightball]
Always got your hand stuck out askin for shit
Instead of working you be begging trying to get rich quick
Faking acting like u interested just 2 hang around
Tell a nigga u a part of this and know u ain't down
U lying trying 2 hang tryin 2 pull u some hoes
Tellin them about the famous niggas that u know
U worst than the bitch u need 2 slow down dog
For niggas like you me and G made this song
[Chorus (2x)]
[MJG]
When you was six years old you was hit
Everytime they played the damn game and shit
[Eightball]
Wanna hang so everybody know your name and shit
U's a jankie mothafucka if I seen one trick
[MJG]
I seen one to
When lookin at you
You fit the definition
The height the body size yep the full description
[Eightball]
Please nigga get you head on straight and stop trippin
Gotta brag and stunt for you to get a little attention
[MJG]
Plus I mention you know you be frequently big cappin
And anything that a bitch want you give rapid
[Eightball]
Thats why hoes beg and broke and ain't shit
Gotta lay up under niggas and cook and suck dick
[MJG]
Not clean for a nigga and fix my truck bitch
But everythang that you do still ain't enough shit
[Eightball]
This for niggas and hoes
This for all of those
If you know somebody jankie this how the song goes
[Chorus (5x)]
It's All Real lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Eightball]
This for all my G's and my niggas that ride with me
Only God feel the pain and only he can really see
Through the eyes of a child
A baby born wild
Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him how
Kill or be killed where I come from ain't no in between
Why trade the world just to be a dope fiend
Hoes have a child just to take a nigga change
Twelve years later he want to know his daddy name
Maximum security prison how we get to see
The only man resemble him and this shit here ain't on T.V.
Your favorite actor don't play this part
If you never live to sit you can't say his heart
[Chorus x2]
You don't have to believe me (believe me)
Unless you want to believe me (believe me)
But it's real (It's so real)
It's all real
[Eightball]
Yeah
Little girl
So precious and innocent to the world
Get swallowed up and sucked up by this world
Little girl you hide your pain with all them games
Gettin' high and sellin' ya soul who can you blame
Nigga love you what do they love what you do
It's aiight boo I know you gotta get paid too
It's a long road
Full of ?? niggas and hoes
Gotta be strong
Cuz It's so easy for you to be gone
Not here no more
You not breathing so yo not here no more
You touch no more
You feel no more and you don't fear no more
Not here no more
I know you don't want to hear dis
But somebody got to tell ya some real shit
Not sugarcoated
Cuz where I come from shit ain't sweet
You got a choice and it ain't shit for you in them streets
Black women be a momma to ya little babies
Get on ya knees and pray to God things change daily
[Chorus x2]
[MJG]
We ain't tryin to preach to ya
Just tryin' to reach to ya
See all of us are blessed with somethin'
But most of us don't take two seconds out of our days
to try to imagine somebosy elses hard times
Because ya too busy worried about cha own
If ya wanna know what real is
Real is experiencing good times and hardaches and being
able to balance them boats
But at the same time realizing that the world will continue to
spin with or without you
Lend me your ears, give me your spirit your conscience has to pay
attention to what I mention
I'm your eye opener the hope for the one to will never see the suburbs
And if good life is only the word
The phrase the life that somebody else is living
Although we human most of us continue to live in
In humane, dormanes whether pictures the same
Children being born using their mothers maiden name
We play the game of life but we don't all win
Most of us ride the bench until were called in
Struggling to get noticed in the side the one-sided
On nation under God so divided
Out of touch with each others cultural activities
If you don't know someone like me than how you feelin' me
MJG, the air we breathe makes us all related
So suck it up and realize it takes us all to make it
[Chorus x4]
This for all my G's and my niggas that ride with me
Only God feel the pain and only he can really see
Through the eyes of a child
A baby born wild
Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him how
Kill or be killed where I come from ain't no in between
Why trade the world just to be a dope fiend
Hoes have a child just to take a nigga change
Twelve years later he want to know his daddy name
Maximum security prison how we get to see
The only man resemble him and this shit here ain't on T.V.
Your favorite actor don't play this part
If you never live to sit you can't say his heart
[Chorus x2]
You don't have to believe me (believe me)
Unless you want to believe me (believe me)
But it's real (It's so real)
It's all real
[Eightball]
Yeah
Little girl
So precious and innocent to the world
Get swallowed up and sucked up by this world
Little girl you hide your pain with all them games
Gettin' high and sellin' ya soul who can you blame
Nigga love you what do they love what you do
It's aiight boo I know you gotta get paid too
It's a long road
Full of ?? niggas and hoes
Gotta be strong
Cuz It's so easy for you to be gone
Not here no more
You not breathing so yo not here no more
You touch no more
You feel no more and you don't fear no more
Not here no more
I know you don't want to hear dis
But somebody got to tell ya some real shit
Not sugarcoated
Cuz where I come from shit ain't sweet
You got a choice and it ain't shit for you in them streets
Black women be a momma to ya little babies
Get on ya knees and pray to God things change daily
[Chorus x2]
[MJG]
We ain't tryin to preach to ya
Just tryin' to reach to ya
See all of us are blessed with somethin'
But most of us don't take two seconds out of our days
to try to imagine somebosy elses hard times
Because ya too busy worried about cha own
If ya wanna know what real is
Real is experiencing good times and hardaches and being
able to balance them boats
But at the same time realizing that the world will continue to
spin with or without you
Lend me your ears, give me your spirit your conscience has to pay
attention to what I mention
I'm your eye opener the hope for the one to will never see the suburbs
And if good life is only the word
The phrase the life that somebody else is living
Although we human most of us continue to live in
In humane, dormanes whether pictures the same
Children being born using their mothers maiden name
We play the game of life but we don't all win
Most of us ride the bench until were called in
Struggling to get noticed in the side the one-sided
On nation under God so divided
Out of touch with each others cultural activities
If you don't know someone like me than how you feelin' me
MJG, the air we breathe makes us all related
So suck it up and realize it takes us all to make it
[Chorus x4]
Thank God lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Swizz Beatz]
Comin hard for ya
We doin this right here man
Givin it back
Alotta thugs in the street,
can't even do this right here man
But you know how we do
Hold it down, get it right, keep it tight
And most of all..
We thank God
[Eightball]
For my three sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing air into my lungs
For health and wealth and lots of love for myself
The chances in life to take the right steps
I done popped that thang, and I done been popped at
Stole, cheated, and lied
Survived when I could have died
Or somewhere locked up, my niggas locked up
That's why I pray to you, say what I say to you
Thank you for Swizz Beatz, to him you bring the heat
He brought the heat to us, we burn the streets up
Thank you for family and everyone that stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin material things make me
Thank you for givin me the talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my niggas live after gunplay
Thanks for forgiving me, cuz I don't do this every day
[Chorus]
[SB] I thank God!
[EB] For lettin me make it out the club
That night all that fightin and shootin jumped off
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For lettin me make my money on the block
And get away when it get hot, uh
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For them babies with them mommas who don't love 'em
and they have to grow up, fast
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For everything, all them little things
For givin me my dreams, know what I mean?
[MJG]
I thank God for havin a mother and a father
To rely on for guidance when circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole race who thank God
For being able to be free and leave the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me the understandin to acknowledge him
Notice his footsteps and follow him
I'm walkin today, I'm talkin today
I'm feelin today, but on top of that I'm livin today
And, I thank God because he gave his only child
Would you give your only child? Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin me my baby daughter
A roof over her head, and fresh clean drinkin water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to love
So all the love I give, I get back major love
And, I thank God for givin me all the blessings
To put a little piece of what we all think into this message
[Chorus w/ MJG instead of Eightball]
[MJG]
For all the times I thought I was in the worst situation
that I could be in
God helped me see in, them cloudy times
Them, "I wanna get rowdy" times
One of them, "They tried to bring the devil out of me" times
I thank God, for keepin my mind solid
And I respect my elders, if or if not they went to college
And, thank you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't feel like I have to kill to pay the bill
[Eightball]
I was blessed to be a story teller, CD seller
My niggas be them shady fellas, chasin yella
Greedy with they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who rise easy, talkin freely
Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and think that I don't, get around
The rumors and the talkin all it do is bore me
Trick I done been through a true Holly-wood story
[Chorus w/ Eightball]
[Eightball talking]
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Swizz Beatz
Know wha'm sayin
Just wanna thank God
Simply, with the talents
That he blessed us with
Thank him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things that make us strong
Yeah
Comin hard for ya
We doin this right here man
Givin it back
Alotta thugs in the street,
can't even do this right here man
But you know how we do
Hold it down, get it right, keep it tight
And most of all..
We thank God
[Eightball]
For my three sons, for my mom
For waking me up and breathing air into my lungs
For health and wealth and lots of love for myself
The chances in life to take the right steps
I done popped that thang, and I done been popped at
Stole, cheated, and lied
Survived when I could have died
Or somewhere locked up, my niggas locked up
That's why I pray to you, say what I say to you
Thank you for Swizz Beatz, to him you bring the heat
He brought the heat to us, we burn the streets up
Thank you for family and everyone that stuck with us
Gettin it crunk, and layin it down, and gettin to buck with us
Thank you for not lettin material things make me
Thank you for givin me the talent that my peoples see
Thank you for lettin my niggas live after gunplay
Thanks for forgiving me, cuz I don't do this every day
[Chorus]
[SB] I thank God!
[EB] For lettin me make it out the club
That night all that fightin and shootin jumped off
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For lettin me make my money on the block
And get away when it get hot, uh
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For them babies with them mommas who don't love 'em
and they have to grow up, fast
[SB] We thank God!
[EB] For everything, all them little things
For givin me my dreams, know what I mean?
[MJG]
I thank God for havin a mother and a father
To rely on for guidance when circumstances got harder
I'm a part of a whole race who thank God
For being able to be free and leave the plantation yard
And, I thank God for givin me the understandin to acknowledge him
Notice his footsteps and follow him
I'm walkin today, I'm talkin today
I'm feelin today, but on top of that I'm livin today
And, I thank God because he gave his only child
Would you give your only child? Think about that for awhile
And, I thank God for givin me my baby daughter
A roof over her head, and fresh clean drinkin water
And, I thank God for not being afraid to love
So all the love I give, I get back major love
And, I thank God for givin me all the blessings
To put a little piece of what we all think into this message
[Chorus w/ MJG instead of Eightball]
[MJG]
For all the times I thought I was in the worst situation
that I could be in
God helped me see in, them cloudy times
Them, "I wanna get rowdy" times
One of them, "They tried to bring the devil out of me" times
I thank God, for keepin my mind solid
And I respect my elders, if or if not they went to college
And, thank you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored
And I'm glad I don't feel like I have to kill to pay the bill
[Eightball]
I was blessed to be a story teller, CD seller
My niggas be them shady fellas, chasin yella
Greedy with they eyes beady, lives easy
Dispise those who rise easy, talkin freely
Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down
Hatin me and think that I don't, get around
The rumors and the talkin all it do is bore me
Trick I done been through a true Holly-wood story
[Chorus w/ Eightball]
[Eightball talking]
Yea, Eightball, MJG
Swizz Beatz
Know wha'm sayin
Just wanna thank God
Simply, with the talents
That he blessed us with
Thank him, for the good things we celebrate
For the bad things that make us strong
Yeah
Ballin' G's lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Chorus: (Eightball)]
be ballin g's we get buck
all ballin g's just get crunk
bitches let me see you ride that dick
nigga you got ice than rock that shit
real niggas they dont hide they shit
we live and die for niggas we ride wit
fuck tha fame you can have that shit
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch
[Verse 1: (MJG)]
I been many places
niggas pimpin an niggas playin
niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin
for that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game nigga I broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number
[Eightball]
one of the realest niggas you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch
soft ass niggas dont bust like this
eightball fuck up all yall when I spit
blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: (MJG)]
w-w-w.m-j-g.com
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the fuck off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs
when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say
[Eightball]
what I deliever
make you civil
like you was ??
break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but nigga the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullshit
sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think ?? with my pistol and
think I got no killin utensils
[MJG]
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks
dd or one d nigga what the fuck
my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
?? join the club
I bust all day
just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend
I told yall niggas we was hard from the start
keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart
just to say I did that
you know who did that
that nigga everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly nigga I said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic
[Chorus]
[Eightball and MJG talking]
be ballin g's we get buck
all ballin g's just get crunk
bitches let me see you ride that dick
nigga you got ice than rock that shit
real niggas they dont hide they shit
we live and die for niggas we ride wit
fuck tha fame you can have that shit
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch
[Verse 1: (MJG)]
I been many places
niggas pimpin an niggas playin
niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin
for that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game nigga I broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number
[Eightball]
one of the realest niggas you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch
soft ass niggas dont bust like this
eightball fuck up all yall when I spit
blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: (MJG)]
w-w-w.m-j-g.com
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the fuck off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs
when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say
[Eightball]
what I deliever
make you civil
like you was ??
break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but nigga the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullshit
sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think ?? with my pistol and
think I got no killin utensils
[MJG]
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks
dd or one d nigga what the fuck
my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
?? join the club
I bust all day
just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend
I told yall niggas we was hard from the start
keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart
just to say I did that
you know who did that
that nigga everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly nigga I said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic
[Chorus]
[Eightball and MJG talking]
In The Middle Of The Night lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Twista)
[Twista]
Damn
what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House
Y'all motherfuckers know who this is
Here's some mack shit
[Twista]
Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me
Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be
Steady hearing women callin me
Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G
Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click
when a playa lay it down quick
to be no tease and no lick she gon' suck the sleeve off my tip
I get the right words in
straight up in this till the juices diminish
then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim
Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic
and man a brother bad cause I status
Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses
can't nobody stop this madness
The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip
Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick
Hit the club cause rug on the loveless
Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist
Flowing I'm as deadly as a drug risk
Anyone high but killers high haters die from the slugness
Peep this like a deep dish
Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips
My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips
Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak with
competition betta gone head on
Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear
so I can have a sack and a beer
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year
[Chorus: Twista]
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
I'ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
I'ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long
[MJG]
We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi
Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay
Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching
Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking
All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays
Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze
My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me
I have tendencies to be high when I flow
Pulling that dope when I hit the door
Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me
Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me
Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again
to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this
I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be
Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do
Open your mind we got something for you and you and you
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night
Not a lot of people wanna say we don't sound right
but I can make a soundtrack sound tight
I don't really understanda
Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance
Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe
I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
Now baby why you still pausing when you know
Tou don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates
Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight
First of all I ain't buying your clothes,
then doing your toes, then going to shows,
No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios
and you feeling that you ready for a blackout
Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out
Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out
I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot,
where the sun don't shine one time
Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen
I'm running with all this hate stopping
It seems to be getting around late night
Tell ya man to lock the gate tight
Here I come to break the window smash that boy
and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail
with no clue no propane no buds and shoes
and you know the rivalry man blow up skull
[Chorus]
Damn
what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House
Y'all motherfuckers know who this is
Here's some mack shit
[Twista]
Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me
Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be
Steady hearing women callin me
Is it cause of the candy apple red navigator bumping Eightball and 'G
Y'all be tripping off the P's I can get plus I'm from my K-Town click
when a playa lay it down quick
to be no tease and no lick she gon' suck the sleeve off my tip
I get the right words in
straight up in this till the juices diminish
then I'm a menace like I'm Iceberg Slim
Lights blur dim with a slight curve grin
A fifth of yak and a sack a brother might serve 10
Spitting game I try to master the graphics
Never plaster on plastic like psychodamagic
and man a brother bad cause I status
Grabbing some asses freaking up plenty women by the masses
can't nobody stop this madness
The playa Twista looking great up in the Suave House tip
Never catch me in much but a Suave House outfit
Cars with some kick on the lick with the mob looking thick
Hit the club cause rug on the loveless
Ladies love this pretty eyes mug with a thug twist
Flowing I'm as deadly as a drug risk
Anyone high but killers high haters die from the slugness
Peep this like a deep dish
Takin my vision away like a eclipse I see hips
My scripts I dip game deadly as 3 clips
Plus I'm the one she already wanted to freak with
competition betta gone head on
Chicks betta gone head bone in the lac of the rear
so I can have a sack and a beer
Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year
[Chorus: Twista]
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
Sitting in the back straight up mackin while I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
I'ma toke till I choke I never knew a night could last for so long
I can teach ya how to get ya game tight
light sticky flame right gotta hit till it's feeling real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
Sitting in the back straight up macking while I get my smoke on
Teach ya how to get ya game tight
Light sticky flame right till it feel real good
Getting rhythm in the middle of the night
I'ma toke till I choke I never knew that it last for so long
[MJG]
We be Eightball and MJG with that playa Twista from the Chi
Showing love in a major way trying to make that major pay
Staying away from tricklites them dirty freaks that be reaching
Trying to make me slip and get a grip on the grip I'm speaking
All I wanna do is blaze peel the top and feel the heat from the sun rays
Thinking bout the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze
My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me
I have tendencies to be high when I flow
Pulling that dope when I hit the door
Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me
Thug for me roll up with me and if come down to it shed blood for me
Real to the end me and my pen falling in love all over again
to a remix made by T-Mix elimate tricks been to this get with this
I really couldn't see that I don't give a dam who you be
Supposed to be can't nobody step to the S-U-A-V-E
Maybe we be the kings of the things these weak punks out here try to do
Open your mind we got something for you and you and you
[Chorus]
[Eightball]
MJG tell me something that you can feel in the middle of the night
Not a lot of people wanna say we don't sound right
but I can make a soundtrack sound tight
I don't really understanda
Sipping on hen coverin hen while I lay on my bump ambulance
Taking control for the big time money foll and all the women are hoe
I think I shoulda had an eighth straight enough so I can see straight
Now baby why you still pausing when you know
Tou don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates
Nan heavy as a e-weight, gotta be straight
First of all I ain't buying your clothes,
then doing your toes, then going to shows,
No bust no more, go run boots, hoe patios
and you feeling that you ready for a blackout
Huh girl I can see it in your eyes, you ain't each spit the mack out
Now you ain't even gotta act out, now I gotta throw the trash out
I'm a thug shout, where my pimping spot,
where the sun don't shine one time
Then throw me a dose of that straight shot hen
I'm running with all this hate stopping
It seems to be getting around late night
Tell ya man to lock the gate tight
Here I come to break the window smash that boy
and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail
with no clue no propane no buds and shoes
and you know the rivalry man blow up skull
[Chorus]
In The Wind lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Verse One: MJG]
Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
Once again
[Chorus: Eightball and MJG]
In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind
[Verse Two: Eightball]
I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: MJG, Eightball]
I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been told
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, breakin all big ?
Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers
Money trees come in please, help a player shake a
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all
is what this false literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth?
Whose your leeches? Whose your friends?
I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the wind
[Chorus 4X]
Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
Once again
[Chorus: Eightball and MJG]
In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind
[Verse Two: Eightball]
I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Three: MJG, Eightball]
I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been told
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, breakin all big ?
Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers
Money trees come in please, help a player shake a
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all
is what this false literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth?
Whose your leeches? Whose your friends?
I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the wind
[Chorus 4X]
Just Like Candy lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Chorus]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
I'm creepin low in a flip, flop drop
top Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I'm the MJG, pimp tight
put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
in a pina, butta, guts is a must
drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up
paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine
make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
with my gas tank full, drank a boor
fall up in the park after dark try to pull
me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty
nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
as the sun goes down, I'm gettin dirty
fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
in my 77 Chevy, ass tight
pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night
[Chorus]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[Eightball]
10 o'clock in the morning, his A got up
Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
as I strike, out the door, to my superb
parked by the curb, candy coated bird
the sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls act across the street
hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin
4 o'clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
fall in full of them green trees
hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
fools all in the way with that econo-spray
need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin on the phone
tellin Penny thats the way to do it, baby represent ya home
[Chorus]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
and in the summertime we got the whole block blind
some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
lying sayin he goin get the same thang
if you ain't ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin
a plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
got niggaz ridin round lookin like a junk yard
you need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
see most of these new paint jobs they dont do
but if it ain't candy then the job ain't true
[Eightball]
Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
it ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of G's
on your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
my folks gettin sideways in Vallejo
ballaz in Memphis slammin shut the Cadillac doors
full of ink so blinked I could fly
to a world where you have to roll candy or you die
descending, my mind goes back into reality
to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
big Ball tellin you its all about the candy mane
[Chorus x5]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
I'm creepin low in a flip, flop drop
top Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I'm the MJG, pimp tight
put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
in a pina, butta, guts is a must
drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up
paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine
make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
with my gas tank full, drank a boor
fall up in the park after dark try to pull
me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty
nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties
as the sun goes down, I'm gettin dirty
fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry
in my 77 Chevy, ass tight
pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night
[Chorus]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[Eightball]
10 o'clock in the morning, his A got up
Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup
comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight
havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes
as I strike, out the door, to my superb
parked by the curb, candy coated bird
the sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls act across the street
hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin
4 o'clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and
fall in full of them green trees
hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King
fools all in the way with that econo-spray
need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas
pressure got me beamed, I'm talkin on the phone
tellin Penny thats the way to do it, baby represent ya home
[Chorus]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over me)
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
[MJG]
Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind
and in the summertime we got the whole block blind
some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game
lying sayin he goin get the same thang
if you ain't ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain't hittin
a plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
got niggaz ridin round lookin like a junk yard
you need to pull a check, wheeler check, wheeler check
stack up on your grip, get your shit sprayed wet
see most of these new paint jobs they dont do
but if it ain't candy then the job ain't true
[Eightball]
Its reserved for them ballaz, who make that cheese
it ain't candy if it didn't cost a couple of G's
on your Jeep, your truck, your Chevy or your Lexus
5th wheel on the grill like them playaz do in Texas
my folks gettin sideways in Vallejo
ballaz in Memphis slammin shut the Cadillac doors
full of ink so blinked I could fly
to a world where you have to roll candy or you die
descending, my mind goes back into reality
to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy
custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain
big Ball tellin you its all about the candy mane
[Chorus x5]
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy
Its the same feeling (looks good to me)
Listen To Me Now lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Verse One:]
I have no face, I have no body, I have no heart I have no soul
I don't care if you're young if you're old
Here's my mission, I'm out to get them, those who be slippin
Creepin, while they be creepin, I be enterin
into them, silently, violently, that's not me
Quietly, you'll never know I'm in your blood stream
Swimming, I been injected, now you're infected
And when you find me here it will be worse than you expected
Temptation, that's how I get in, that's how I got in
Information, is what you lackin, now I'm attackin
Your mind, and body functions, don't seem to function
Somethin, ain't how it used to be and it's because of me
Killin you, cold-blooded murderer
The bible told the world I would be here and now I'm servin ya
Along with the floods mass destruction and wars
You can listen to me, but the choice is yours
[Chorus: (sample from Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy")]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should've had my jimmy hat strapped on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness it's more than just a song
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
[Verse Two:]
I got no concious, killing by the bunches, how can I see with no eyes?
The protected people I'm taking em by surprise, I despise
any type of Doctor, thinking he can stop a
Epidemic built across the nation, can't stop temptation listen
who in the hell gonna stop you when, I get in your mind then
tell you squats with a girl I'm bein, hit a broad from behind, I'm
all up in the walls of the womb, your doom is incognito
You constantly putting your life in my hands, thinking you didn't see no
evidence that made it irrelevant I'm hangin out up in the system
On the scene mean stuffed in them jeans, is how she did them
If it was up to me I'd get with you all, but I really don't pick em
How one by one she lures them in, I'm the one who tricks them
Your coffin sealin temperature chillin the silent killer
I done sucked a whole life, twice the cells of Mike's Thriller
If a victim want to be loved, gun and will travel
Anywhere with any broad, the buster now you ain't grabbin me ta
[Chorus:]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I shoulda told him to put a condom on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness it's more than just a song man
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cutting corners in your bones
[Verse Three:]
Lord tell me why was I born in the days of bloodshed
Players and neighborhoods full of the walking dead
Poison is cooked, and smoked, and shot into our veins
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous echo through our brains
Misguided, the big picture over the small picture
That's how the devil makes a man interpretate the scripture
Rotten, born dead into a sea of sinners
Young girls are pros, before they can become beginners
Booty shakers sellin sex to pay they college tuition
Jealousy, send our brothers on straight pistol missions
And in the midst of the drama mama can I save ya
Now you remember all the hell she went through tryin ta raise ya
But it's too late for that, in this predicament
You shoulda been thinking of this when you was flickin it, stickin it
But who am I? Just another man running his mouth
Giving you something to think about, my time is up, I'm out
If you ain't realized by now, the description of the topic here is AIDS
Several amounts of times I will appear on the front page
Never be thinking about the filthy hoes in which I've laid
Down deep in the dungeons next to the devil is where I stayed
Never be thinking about the backs I rode and what I weighed
Now everything that's important in your life is just a daze
Being a damn fool trying to prove you wasn't afraid
Wasn't intending to do it but yet and still at times you made
moves within the game that should never have been played
Whether you old or whether it struck you at an early age
No difference between the two, cause they both in the same stage
Curiosity killed the cat the cat was standin in front of the gauge
It seems the whole subject keeps the world within a daze
Well this is the fact,
that some of these people be thinkin they can't be fazed
Worldwide plague slowly turning into a rage
Up and down side to side heterosex and gays need to
[Chorus:]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should've had my jimmy hat strapped on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness, it's more than just a song man
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should have told him to put a condom on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness, it's more than just a song
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
I have no face, I have no body, I have no heart I have no soul
I don't care if you're young if you're old
Here's my mission, I'm out to get them, those who be slippin
Creepin, while they be creepin, I be enterin
into them, silently, violently, that's not me
Quietly, you'll never know I'm in your blood stream
Swimming, I been injected, now you're infected
And when you find me here it will be worse than you expected
Temptation, that's how I get in, that's how I got in
Information, is what you lackin, now I'm attackin
Your mind, and body functions, don't seem to function
Somethin, ain't how it used to be and it's because of me
Killin you, cold-blooded murderer
The bible told the world I would be here and now I'm servin ya
Along with the floods mass destruction and wars
You can listen to me, but the choice is yours
[Chorus: (sample from Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy")]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should've had my jimmy hat strapped on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness it's more than just a song
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
[Verse Two:]
I got no concious, killing by the bunches, how can I see with no eyes?
The protected people I'm taking em by surprise, I despise
any type of Doctor, thinking he can stop a
Epidemic built across the nation, can't stop temptation listen
who in the hell gonna stop you when, I get in your mind then
tell you squats with a girl I'm bein, hit a broad from behind, I'm
all up in the walls of the womb, your doom is incognito
You constantly putting your life in my hands, thinking you didn't see no
evidence that made it irrelevant I'm hangin out up in the system
On the scene mean stuffed in them jeans, is how she did them
If it was up to me I'd get with you all, but I really don't pick em
How one by one she lures them in, I'm the one who tricks them
Your coffin sealin temperature chillin the silent killer
I done sucked a whole life, twice the cells of Mike's Thriller
If a victim want to be loved, gun and will travel
Anywhere with any broad, the buster now you ain't grabbin me ta
[Chorus:]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I shoulda told him to put a condom on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness it's more than just a song man
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cutting corners in your bones
[Verse Three:]
Lord tell me why was I born in the days of bloodshed
Players and neighborhoods full of the walking dead
Poison is cooked, and smoked, and shot into our veins
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous echo through our brains
Misguided, the big picture over the small picture
That's how the devil makes a man interpretate the scripture
Rotten, born dead into a sea of sinners
Young girls are pros, before they can become beginners
Booty shakers sellin sex to pay they college tuition
Jealousy, send our brothers on straight pistol missions
And in the midst of the drama mama can I save ya
Now you remember all the hell she went through tryin ta raise ya
But it's too late for that, in this predicament
You shoulda been thinking of this when you was flickin it, stickin it
But who am I? Just another man running his mouth
Giving you something to think about, my time is up, I'm out
If you ain't realized by now, the description of the topic here is AIDS
Several amounts of times I will appear on the front page
Never be thinking about the filthy hoes in which I've laid
Down deep in the dungeons next to the devil is where I stayed
Never be thinking about the backs I rode and what I weighed
Now everything that's important in your life is just a daze
Being a damn fool trying to prove you wasn't afraid
Wasn't intending to do it but yet and still at times you made
moves within the game that should never have been played
Whether you old or whether it struck you at an early age
No difference between the two, cause they both in the same stage
Curiosity killed the cat the cat was standin in front of the gauge
It seems the whole subject keeps the world within a daze
Well this is the fact,
that some of these people be thinkin they can't be fazed
Worldwide plague slowly turning into a rage
Up and down side to side heterosex and gays need to
[Chorus:]
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should've had my jimmy hat strapped on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness, it's more than just a song man
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I knew I should have told him to put a condom on
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
There's a message to my madness, it's more than just a song
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
My fantasy was fulfilled, but my life is still gone
"Listen to me now, believe me later on"
I'm rolling through your skin cuttin corners in your bones
Not Tonight lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Eightball:]
Close your eyes image just you and I alone
No instigators or player haters in our zone
It's on, we bone like two high school kids
Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then
Watch the sun rise cheefin' on a cigarillo
Urge got your head feeling fluffy like a pillow
You know, what I like ain't no sense in hesitating
Sex for breakfast forget the eggs and the bacon
Leave you shakin', wishing I could be your man
In the park holding hands with the kids in the van
On a sunday eating icecream at the zoo
And everything I do, in someway involves you
I be a crazy man to tell you no if you asked
That don't mean I'm gonna be your trick and spend all my cash
On your ass, but we can chill and do it right
But that husband and wife hype baby not tonight
[Hook:]
Living a players life, woah I be everywhere
Meeting all kind of women but ooh I'm playin' too hard to get
We can wine and dine till the morning light
But if you're trying to keep me baby I can do it not tonight
[MJG:]
Are you prepared for the creep 5 or sleep by
So ain't no need for you to teach I we each lie
Amoungst the sheets, and curiosity now waht you gone do?
Your clothes recieved by my butler that's providing for you
The luxury of my cottage covered up in the cut
Look ou the window baby lakeside, swans and ducks
Way outta touch with that fast lane
Keepin' it slow not here to critize
The last man brother for fo sho' it's time
You know baby space ain't hard to find
And eventually you gonna want yours like I'm a need mine
Indeed I'm impressed by your charism and charm
Everytime we do our thang you straight deliver the bomb
You got me sprung, sometimes but not I'm shakin' it off
Let's put some slack up in this thang instead of breakin' it off
The chandalears in the atmosphere doin' me nice
But I told you once don't make me tell you twice
Baby read me lips, not tonight
[Hook]
[Eightball:]
You be all in my mix talkin' bout "I be your fix"
Baby I ain't in the mood for no games and tricks
I got game, but I ain't ever had one like you
I mean one like you that makes me do what I do
But I don't wanna be your man or your confidon
If you don't fake the funk with me baby I won't front
Makin' love to a body in the dark is cool
And it's gone be somebody else if it don't be you
[MJG:]
True, laced out in pure silk my mind don't tilt
I got the AC kinda bumpn' cover yourself with this quilt
Now free your mind, time like this is good but understand
I'm a man of plenty thangs and plenty plans
Rather than, your average, sit around do nothing brother
Stuck on having his
Wrong way one way or the other, the vibe was right
Your laid back conversation was tight
So was the candle light the cruise and the flights
But not tonight
[Hook]
Close your eyes image just you and I alone
No instigators or player haters in our zone
It's on, we bone like two high school kids
Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then
Watch the sun rise cheefin' on a cigarillo
Urge got your head feeling fluffy like a pillow
You know, what I like ain't no sense in hesitating
Sex for breakfast forget the eggs and the bacon
Leave you shakin', wishing I could be your man
In the park holding hands with the kids in the van
On a sunday eating icecream at the zoo
And everything I do, in someway involves you
I be a crazy man to tell you no if you asked
That don't mean I'm gonna be your trick and spend all my cash
On your ass, but we can chill and do it right
But that husband and wife hype baby not tonight
[Hook:]
Living a players life, woah I be everywhere
Meeting all kind of women but ooh I'm playin' too hard to get
We can wine and dine till the morning light
But if you're trying to keep me baby I can do it not tonight
[MJG:]
Are you prepared for the creep 5 or sleep by
So ain't no need for you to teach I we each lie
Amoungst the sheets, and curiosity now waht you gone do?
Your clothes recieved by my butler that's providing for you
The luxury of my cottage covered up in the cut
Look ou the window baby lakeside, swans and ducks
Way outta touch with that fast lane
Keepin' it slow not here to critize
The last man brother for fo sho' it's time
You know baby space ain't hard to find
And eventually you gonna want yours like I'm a need mine
Indeed I'm impressed by your charism and charm
Everytime we do our thang you straight deliver the bomb
You got me sprung, sometimes but not I'm shakin' it off
Let's put some slack up in this thang instead of breakin' it off
The chandalears in the atmosphere doin' me nice
But I told you once don't make me tell you twice
Baby read me lips, not tonight
[Hook]
[Eightball:]
You be all in my mix talkin' bout "I be your fix"
Baby I ain't in the mood for no games and tricks
I got game, but I ain't ever had one like you
I mean one like you that makes me do what I do
But I don't wanna be your man or your confidon
If you don't fake the funk with me baby I won't front
Makin' love to a body in the dark is cool
And it's gone be somebody else if it don't be you
[MJG:]
True, laced out in pure silk my mind don't tilt
I got the AC kinda bumpn' cover yourself with this quilt
Now free your mind, time like this is good but understand
I'm a man of plenty thangs and plenty plans
Rather than, your average, sit around do nothing brother
Stuck on having his
Wrong way one way or the other, the vibe was right
Your laid back conversation was tight
So was the candle light the cruise and the flights
But not tonight
[Hook]
Reason For Rhyme lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Verse 1 - MJG, Eightball:]
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga
Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga
[Chorus - Repeat 2X:]
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's
[Verse 2 - MJG:]
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Verse 3 - Eightball:]
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[End with shoutouts]
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga
Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga
[Chorus - Repeat 2X:]
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's
[Verse 2 - MJG:]
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[Verse 3 - Eightball:]
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
[End with shoutouts]
Tell Me Why lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[24 second instrumental to open]
[8 Ball]
Yeah..
What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin?
Why you walkin out, where you think you goin?
You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin
3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin
Straight to my spot, a loft in the city
Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin
You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me
I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy
Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl
A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes
Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is
Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is
F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to this song
[Chorus: unnamed singer]
Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby
Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby
Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down
I won't make the same mistakes again
[MJG]
Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women
And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin
I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin
With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin
I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em
Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin
I know you picture me, laid up with these other women
Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em
Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart
Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot
But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it
Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it
But every unturned stone you had to touch it
Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted
But before I leave, look me in my eye
Don't cry, never lie..
[Chorus]
[8 Ball]
You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac
You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back
There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said
that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends
Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho'
Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes
Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through
This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you
[MJG]
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio
Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go
We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key
No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee
Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy
Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be chemistry between us and even though
you saw the bitches in my Beamer..
[Chorus - to fade]
[8 Ball]
Yeah..
What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin?
Why you walkin out, where you think you goin?
You actin like you didn't, you knew what I was doin
3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin
Straight to my spot, a loft in the city
Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin
You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me
I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy
Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl
A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes
Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is
Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose shit that is
F'real, you know when I realized that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to this song
[Chorus: unnamed singer]
Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby
Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby
Baby, woo - it's the very last time that I'll let you down
I won't make the same mistakes again
[MJG]
Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women
And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin
I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin
With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin
I get a lot of phone numbers but don't really call 'em
Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here ballin
I know you picture me, laid up with these other women
Most of the time I'm not, occasionally I get 'em
Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart
Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot
But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it
Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin above it
But every unturned stone you had to touch it
Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you disgusted
But before I leave, look me in my eye
Don't cry, never lie..
[Chorus]
[8 Ball]
You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac
You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in your back
There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who done said
that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo' friends
Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' sho'
Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' meddlin hoes
Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you through
This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you
[MJG]
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio
Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go
We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and very low key
No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee
Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy
Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be chemistry between us and even though
you saw the bitches in my Beamer..
[Chorus - to fade]
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