9mm lyrics - 8ball & MJG
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Yeah
Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it's time to creep
Hollow tips in the clips, puttin' suckers in a deep sleep
Win, lose, or draw your shit, die if you ain't quick enough
Or end up at 201, just because you think you tough
Niggas in the med, now they dead, from the Uzi round
Trick was found, bloody on the ground, down in Orange Mound
Hole in his dome, from the chrome that my hand held
Cuts on the ho where I whooped him with the fanbelt
Bitches think I'm soft 'cause I treat them with respect
But I won't hesitate to smoke a bitch with my TEC
Nine millimeter beater if I feel that I should hit that ho
Smack, step back, then watch that ho hit the floor
Niggas on the gank might do better at a bank
'Cause I'm packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank
It's the P-I-M-P, uh
The funky M-C, uh
The nigga that's droppin' them bitches with my nine millimeter
One little, two little, three little tricks
Four little, five little bitches on my dick
Six little, seven little, eight little niggas
Make nine little millimeter boys
Nine little millimeter, nigga, how you figure
It's a chance? Talkin' shit with your gun in your pants
I'ma step on your ass like a stepbrother
Looks as if to me that you a motherfuckin' death lover
Weak ass boy with a toy on the streets
Cappin' on the right motherfucker 'til he meet
The wrong motherfuckin' pimp, tight operator
Who shoot a nigga first, and then reason with him later
Now punks trip me out with a gun and no clip
Catchin' nothin' but a charge 'cause he wanna be hip
But you slipped anyway, when you left without your bullets
Now be a stupid fool, reach for it, then pull it
But you ain't, 'cause you can't pull a gun with no ammo
You thinkin' you can beat it but you know you ain't Rambo
So it's best you try to beg for your life to stay alive
'Cause tricks gettin' they dome blown away with twenty-five (Boom)
And I'm about to pop me in a clip and get hip
You better pack your bags, 'cause you goin' on a trip
This shit is thick as Heinz, and this shit is gettin' thicker
For the nine little millimeter, nigga
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Boom, oh shit, I'm hit
Is there a doctor in the house?
Shit, I'm hit
Damn, I think I'm dyin'
Shit, I'm hit
Please call the doctor
Shit, I'm hit
Comin Out Hard lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[8Ball:]
8Ball will come out hard with the gangsta lean
Gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
I'm a gangster, not a trick on a stroll
You gotta pimp that thing, keep a trick on hold
Stay on top of the world, with a gun in your hand
Take control of a woman and fear no man
It be hard for me to see a day without cash
If you got it and I don't, I'll blast your ass
With the quickness, because a pimp don't play
I got to work on my game and think of ways to get paid
Born in the Mound, down, deep in the South
With the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
In the Chevrolet Impalas with the Cragars and Vogues
Four deep with the 'yac, smokin' fat mac indo
Fall up in the mall with the pimp's baton
Got a TEC in my pants, you step to me and it's on
Got a family in Memphis, gang in Texas
T-Money in the Jag, JB in the Lexus
Flex this pimp tight mind in the studio
Or, I'm comin' out hard
[Joi (8Ball):]
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, ooh ooh, ooh
[MJG:]
MJG, description of brother
And one who tends to always keep his business undercover
But still I wind up in the middle of a clique
Some I heard, he heard, she heard
Should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage?
Trick I ain't barring this, sucker, let's start this rumble
Swing trick, you missed, I hit, tumble
Into the speaker, now you feelin' weaker
Man, don't step when you think you got backup
Looking for some help but your boys just slacked up
Punked out, got back, lay low
Headin' to the front door, sneaking out real slow
How you feel now? What's wrong? What's the matter?
Mama never told you not to play with those rappers
MJG got loose in the nine deuce
But for the Nine-Trey, the pimps don't play, wait
I'ma stay true, some of y'all gon' trade
Some of y'all I'ma like, some of y'all I'ma hate
But see I'm in it to win it, not in it for a part
And it's considered a job, for me to come out damn hard
[Joi (8Ball):]
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, ooh ooh, ooh
[8Ball:]
I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead
Cool, feed on the next nigga's greed
DJ Cribs cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck
Killers be shootin' up suckers with no guts
I'm scoping big bucks, lookin' for the payoff
Livin' like a pimpster, takin' every day off
Ridin' through the hood with my niggas, gettin' smoked out
Fall up in the mall, on a ho stroll, locced out
Cool, calm and collected, comin' out hard
MJG count it down
[MJG:]
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One, don't, two, make me, three, go off
Suckers get stuck up in a phase
Tryin' to amaze somebody else
But they find that it don't pay
I'm gonna keep droppin' tracks, smokin' fat mack haze
In the ashtray, three quarts put away
Gat on the table 'cause I'm able, I'ma keep it
Right up on the shelf where I know that I can reach it
My mind is a weapon, 'cause I'm smart from the start
MJG (Pimps don't play from the Nine Tre)
Comin' out hard
[Joi (8Ball):]
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
(Comin' out hard)
Oh I, Oh I, ooh ooh, ooh
[Joi:]
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
Oh I, Oh I, baby, baby
Oh I, ooh ooh
Don't Want Drama lyrics - 8ball & MJG
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the Mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Everybody with me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin' by, lookin' good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, let me make it clear, what you got right here
They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy with a gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell, these boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, 'cause the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games, we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains, we gon' spray them round
Bust a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bust a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch
You don't want drama, you don't want none
You don't want drama, you don't want none
Get up (Get up), Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Fuck kid, he chose to jump
In the middle of a fire, scratch and burn him, let's overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and overbeat him
MJG is the reason your season needed season
Your spices, they needed more life and lucky your wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' your body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started, never fuck with G
In any climate I'm shinin', 'cause I'm perfect with timing
I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the beat
And 8Ball is loadin' the clip, for niggas supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free
Bust a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bust a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch, nigga, bitch
You don't want drama, you don't want none
You don't want drama, you don't want none
Lay It Down lyrics - 8ball & MJG
Yeah, Sunday morning, I'm still yawnin' from the night before
So much cess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
Oh no, who is this ho in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name, G
Grab me a Swisher, cut it up, fill it with weed
Hit that ho in the head, tell her, "Get out my bed, you damn freak"
Jumped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed then ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin' out of the house slow, tellin' that ho, "Come on, let's go"
First I crank up the music, then hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick 'cause I'm sick
Full of Swishers and malt liquor, I'm a killer on them sticks
Aggravated hallucination, tryna let go of my frustration
But some unlucky nigga gonna be a med patient
I got a nine, Uzi, AK, but that shit don't matter
If I gotta, I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to us, you will have to lay it down, man
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Thirty busters in my yard talkin' shit 'bout a bitch
Claimin' to be the bitch's family but they look like thirty tricks
Talkin' about, why did I meet the ho? Fuck the ho? Charge the ho?
Break the ho? House the ho? Buster, that's how this pimpin' go
Suckers, how the fuck you thinkin' MJG is gonna slip?
Only reason you mad 'cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back-breakin', check-takin', pimp nigga
Constantly makin' money off your sister and your lady, nigga
I ain't tradin, why don't you niggas understand?
I'm the pimp, she's the ho
Now that I told you, now you know
Break your chain and let her go
Back on the track, shake that ass
Make my money, make it fast
Get your head swole bringin' me checks, bitch, bring me cash
Drop your panties, let you start
Open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick, he's the trick, you's a bitch, do your job
When you through, get up and go, get your cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin' money, ho
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, duck a fist, catch a plank
Yeah ho, now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown
All upside your head, yeah, bitch, I'ma lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Life Goes On lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Gas)
[Gas:]
Life goes on (8Ball, MJG)
Life goes on (8Ball, MJG)
You gotta keep movin', you gotta keep grindin'
Life goes on
Life goes on (Uh, yeah)
Life goes
[8Ball:]
Now I been up, I been down, I been in, I been out
I was loved, I was hated, bitch niggas tried to cross me out
Nigga, I been on, I been off, I been a worker, I been a boss
Out of all the shit I ever been, I never been soft
I been broke, I been rich, but a nigga ain't never been no snitch
I'm a fat black nigga but I never had a problem gettin' no bitch
But I been stranded, I been alone, had my kids before I was grown
Shot that pistol that made them young niggas keep that dumb shit away from my door
I been cheated and I been robbed
Niggas don't give a fuck who you are
Niggas don't give a fuck about your status
Niggas don't give a fuck you a star
You got all the latest guns, eighty niggas with you
But if niggas wanna hit you, best believe they can hit you
[Gas:]
Life goes on (No matter what happens, you gotta keep livin')
Life goes on (You gotta keep movin', you gotta keep grindin')
Life goes on
Life goes on
Life goes
[MJG:]
Some of our mothers and fathers are gone
Our sisters and brothers are gone
Our babies and children are gone
But life goes on
And so you gotta be strong
Because hard times do not discriminate, they only intimidate
Bully and eliminate people without any faith
And if it wasn't for the pitfalls in my life
I never ever would've learned how to climb out
Some things you can't be told or taught
Some things you just gotta find out
Some people go from millions to nothing
Some people go from nothing to mills
But what both them got in common, neither one of them is happy still
You can be a preacher or back to steal
Or whatever your tactics is
So many people out here so fake
They need to take a break and practice real
Pimp tight MJ, I'm tryna live life and I'm tryna live good
I played my part but I didn't write the book
[Gas:]
Life goes on (No matter what happens, you gotta keep livin')
Life goes on (You gotta keep movin', you gotta keep grindin')
Life goes on (Hey)
Life goes on (Hey)
Life goes on (No matter what happens, you gotta keep livin')
Life goes on (You gotta keep movin', you gotta keep grindin')
Life goes on (Swear it does, it does)
Life goes on
Mr. Bigg lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Cheeto Gambine)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see?
My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me
My job at Micky D's was fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased
I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked
Reachin' for my Glock, some nigga kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med still woozy from the jackin'
Duprano walked in, he told me what had happened
I knew him from the hood, I did not know him well
He drove a red Jag, I heartd that he was bale
He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress
He said he killed them motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC
He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my gig
I put it all on the line, and ain't no time to renege
I had dreams as a kid of one day movin' the bricks
Bad chicks in the mansion with cameras watchin' the crib
I called my big bro Duprano, and now I live like Soprano
I got my hands on them keys, I'm tryna work the piano
I used to watch on TV, but now I'm on every channel
God granted my wishes, just like I blew out a candle
It's my birthday, you bitches, and on the turf I'm that nigga
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but Mr. Big just got bigger
I grew up on that jam ball, I scratched my CD and all
Screamin' out Mr. Big and cuffin' a key of raw
Passin', I'm laughin', cool air with you motherfuckers
Cheeto Gambine, I'm Mr. Big to you motherfuckers
Top order cribs, a million dollar garages
Top pack on Hebrew, tuxedos and hard bottles
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
(But not because of my size)
Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call me Mr. Big
My Homeboy's Girlfriend lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Joi)
[8Ball:]
My nigga C, he from Texas, I'm from Tennesee
We do our thang with them thangs makin' currency
He got the hook-up with Columbians and Mexicans
He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundromat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane every weekend and visit
I would visit his town, he would visit Memphis
Take my nigga clubbin', embassy suites and freaks
Up all night, sippin' 'Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space-aged things, big screen
In the den, shootin', pool puffin' on some good green
In walked the woman, it was C's fiancee
He said that he loved her and would marry her one day
Her name was Angela, damn, she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rushin' my mind
Gucci fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill
She winked but I didn't think the ho was for real
[Joi (8Ball):]
What am I supposed to do? (Yeah)
When I'm takin' a chance on fuckin' with you (My homeboy's girlfriend)
Now if someone found out about us (What's gon' happen?)
Then someone is gonna get fucked up (Yeah, my homeboy's girlfriend)
What am I supposed to do? (Yeah)
When I'm takin' a chance on fuckin' with you (My homeboy's girlfriend)
Now if someone found out about us (What's gon' happen, baby?)
Then someone is gonna get fucked up (Yeah, my homeboy's girlfriend)
What am I supposed to do? (Yeah)
When I'm takin' a chance on fuckin' with you (Yeah)
Now if someone found out about us (Tell 'em what's gon' happen, baby)
Then someone's gonna get fucked up (Yeah, my homeboy's girlfriend)
Gonna get fucked up, what am I supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance on fuckin' with you (Yeah)
Now if someone found out about us
Then someone's gonna get fucked up (Yeah, my homeboy's girlfriend)
Gonna get fucked up
Someone, someone's gonna get fucked up
[8Ball:]
What am I supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance messin' with you
Now if someone found out about us
Then someone is gonna get messed up
What am I supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance
Paid Dues lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Ebony Love)
[Ebony Love:]
It's a skinny line, skinny line, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, skinny line
Trapped in the trap
Mom and dad didn't raise us right, no
Mom and dad didn't raise us right, yeah
Trapped in the trap
They were too young
Said trapped in the trap all night
It's a skinny line between wrong and right
Trapped in the trap 'til the morning light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My mom and dad were too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man for all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with the ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid
[MJG:]
In the middle of doin' crime
It never stopped me from writin' rhymes
It never stopped me from playin' music
God put it in me, I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the streets for the beats
Not knowin', but havin' faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, play that instrumental, them cats got potential"
In the process of doing parties, talent shows, and mixtapes
We even put it down at some of our homeboys' jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin' down at fast foods
Strictly stickin' to my craft, but feelin' like I'll be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap
I felt that they ain't gon' see me in Memphis
'Cause it was like a time they looked over Tennessee and didn't know hip-hop was in it
To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
'Cause back in the days I used to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17 when I signed my first contract
And about 18 and a half when I signed my worst contract
And we hurt from that and 'til this day, they still distributin'
Our first tape before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and patient in whatever that you should choose
'Cause to get to where I'm at right now, I done paid my dues
[Ebony Love:]
It's a skinny line between wrong and right
Trapped in the trap 'til the morning light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My mom and dad were too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man for all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with the ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid
[8Ball:]
A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss
So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch
Fuck the cheese, I love to see my niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, and the police make a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin' lot, bustin' shots, fuckin' with hoes
Box Chevy with the spokes and Vogues
Niggas didn't know shit 'bout a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head young nigga, don't believe that shit 'til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day I'm gonna be that shit
Okay, everybody know everybody done sold dope
Ran with a gang, pimped some hoes and snorted a little coke, but uh
I'm space agin' and we'll forever be
8Ball the fat mack and MJ-fuckin'-G
Now turn the page from then to now and we still grindin'
Small clubs, small towns, if they bouncin', we find them
Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin' gangsta bitches get fucked to this
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
Do my part again and uh, come out hard again and uh
Keep space agin' and we'll forever be
8Ball the fat mack and MJ-fuckin'-G
[Ebony Love:]
It's a skinny line between wrong and right
Trapped in the trap 'til the morning light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My mom and dad were too young to raise me right
Maybe I been made a man for all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid
Ain't too grown to get back on with the ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid
Thank you, thank you
I'm Ebony Love
I'm here with my boys 8Ball, MJG
Who's space agin' forever
I love you too
I love you all
Pimp Hard lyrics - 8ball & MJG
Never forget, anybody can control a woman's body
But the key is to control her mind
See pimping's big business, it's been going on since the beginning of time
And it's going to continue straight ahead
Until somebody up there turns off the lights on this small planet
Yeah, big plush Cadillac seats holdin' me up
Bitches hatin' 'cause I'm always doing big boy stuff
Wood wheel I be grippin' in my big boy truck
Backed in at the club, gettin' this big boy sucked
8Ball, MJG, you know we can't be touched
If it's 'bout Hennessy and weed you can link it to us
If I feel you disrespectin', I'ma cock it and bust
And MJG gon' be right with me if that eight ain't enough
If 8 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, let's 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 gotta
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Yeah, yeah, we handle this shit like a pimp should
I fuck with them niggas who run the hood
From the South to the East Coast to the West
I be puffin' on that shit that's gon' be burnin' in your chest
See them hoes want a nigga who got bread
These niggas want a bitch who got that fire head
And all I want is weed and money and more money
The streets don't respect a nigga with no money
You poor dummy, you should be spendin' your ho money
But she offered you some, you'd probably tell her, "No, honey"
You too slow, sonny
What I'm spittin' gon' make you know somethin'
So the next time instead of just talkin', you can show somethin'
And most hoes just like casinos, they built to blow somethin'
So anytime a bitch approach me, I see some dough comin'
My main focus is tricks who be out ho huntin'
But they don't get that pussy for free, I make 'em owe somethin'
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Ayy, I like them yellow thick women givin' love to me
Hugs and kisses, disrespectin' bitches 'cause of me
Always wanna sex with me no matter where we be
All her friends do my friends and they do it for free
Okay we smoke with them hoes and get 'em somethin' to eat
But any real nigga will just to drill, baby
Pimp harder, pimp harder for the millennium
That paper out here for you, I'ma get me some
I hit a lick with 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 blister some'
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 ho tracks left to sprinkle season on
The niggas who violated, they still bleedin' on
I beat packs and ship sacks and the leavings on
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Pimp hard, pimp harder
Relax & Take Notes lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper, paper
[8Ball:]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S
I'ma rep this here 'til I walk upon death
My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beats so I'm somethin' like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
Eat dick like it's delicious, and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny
Embassy suites, sittin' on the bed, countin' money
Illegal hustlin', dirty money musclin'
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin'
Look at my face, you can tell I seen both of 'em
I stick and move, do my business, get the dough, and dip
My chronic habit heavy, weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane's lil' bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom with the black guts and I'm in it
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper, paper
[MJG:]
I'ma blast off, take my mask off
Blow your fuckin' ass off, give me the cash, 'cause
MJG not playin' no games
If you not speakin' good, don't be sayin' my name
Nigga, no it ain't okay with you, within a day or two
I'ma track you down and pull a motherfuckin' rake-a-roo
Ain't no way you niggas can hide
I can get you in the house, I can get you outside
I'ma load the pump up, lay down, jump up
Surprise, everybody finna help me with my come up
Goddamn, I done made all of y'all shit your jeans
This look like it might be a job for Mr. Clean
Old bootleg nigga, you's a knock off, an imitation
Local-ass kingpin nigga with a limitation
You don't want no drama with me
'Cause I got the ghost of Jeffrey Dahmer with me, yeah
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Relax and take notes
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper, paper
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper, paper
I just want the paper, I just-I just want the paper, paper
Space Age Pimpin' lyrics - 8ball & MJG
I want you
Mmh, I got to have you
But what will this lead to?
Will it just be me and you?
Tell me, you know I want you
Tell me how you feel, baby, mmh
I'll be obliged if you step outside
Because my ride is awaiting
Our date and a steak and a night cap we mating, awakened
By smells of perfume that I inhale
And then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
Satin sheets, heat from your feet keep me warm
The mood is perfected with the sounds from the storm
You came stronger, I lasted longer
Than I've ever lasted, your mouth was fantastic
The fuck test, you passed it
And the way you made a nigga laugh, I had to get you
And when I saw that ass pass, I had to hit you
You're making me fight against my will, what must I do
(Would you kill for me?), Yeah, if my life's in danger too
(Even steal for me?), Yeah, if that shit belongs to you
(Then feel for me), Yeah, if the way you act is true
Who knows? Fine clothes
Lexus doors you'll be closin', when you become one of the chosen
Hoes in different places, different faces
Different cases, they got me tied like shoelaces
No mistake, it's MJG, you ain't gotta be
Constantly tryin' to shoot the D, claimin' that you ain't heard of me
Keeping it real, let me know how you feel when we communicate
We'll be straight
If you express your mind Instead of preferring to wait
Now some who can't do it, they lose women
But niggas like me used to it, space age pimpin'
New day, new age
Every once in a while this is how we slang our game
New day, new age
Nothin is too strong or too wrong
New day, new age
When settin' it out is all we're straight to do
New day, new age
Baby it's just me and you, just me and you
You and I, me and you, situation getting sticky
Your mouth is saying no, but your body's sayin', "Stick me"
Lick me, don't be afraid of what your friends say
Rappers get that ass and be outta here like yesterday
But not tonight, you look so tight, it feels so right
This indo so superb, et's go hop in my Suburb'
And ride 'til we get to where you want to be, no matter how far
Just call me Ball, baby, to me, you're the superstar
Ask me time and time again why did I choose you?
Do I wanna be your man or just misuse you?
I hear your partners dissing when they think I ain't listening
Them hoes just be wishing they could be in your position
With me in luxury, I got to be every day
Chiefin' haze with somethin' stout wearing lingerie
Let's hit the 'tel, get a suite, order somethin' to eat
Tell me shit about you and I'll tell you shit about me
Then out the blue I'll be caressing you, undressing you
You start doin' all the shit you said you'd never do
Lustin', bustin' all out of my boxer drawers
Fingers drippin', slippin' in and out and in and out
Constantly telling me the things you don't do
Yet you do it like a pro and think that I don't know
But I do, that's why I'm here with you and you know this
Slip on the latex and dive in, swish
New day, new age
Every once in a while this is how we slang our game
New day, new age
Nothin is too strong or too wrong
New day, new age
When settin' it out is all we're straight to do
New day, new age
Baby it's just me and you, just me and you
New day, new age
Every once in a while this is how we slang our game
New day, new age
Nothin is too strong or too wrong
New day, new age
When settin' it out is all we're straight to do
New day, new age
Baby it's just me and you, just me and you
Take A Picture lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Intro:]
CoryMo
[MJG:]
We came here to rock this bitch and make the people get up
Put your cellphones up into the air and take a picture
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
[8Ball:]
R-E-A-L, I would never be F-A-K-E
F-A-T-B-O-Y, standin' ten toes down from Tennessee
Weed stickin' to my fingers, I love how the smell lingers
Studio, we making bangers, pimp poetic, fuckin' genius
Whatever the track, I'm wrappin' it up like I'm wrappin' a pack
You niggas is wack, my vocabulary is bigger than Shaq
I go in my sack, pull out a bud and roll up a mack
Pull up in Jack, call Stokes and jump in the 'Lac
Rap just a tad, my flow come out like chopper bullets
Never stoppin' once you pull it, people screaming when they hear me
Dead rappers droppin', put 'em on a t-shirt, line up them cars
Call a nigga mama, shouldn't have got me started
MJ with me, been one hundred since back in the days with me
Blaze with me, run the streets and on the stage with me
Tippin' through, how you do
Grip that green, dip that scene
Pimpin' mean, simply clean
Thicker than a pint of lean
[MJG:]
We came here to rock this bitch and make the people get up
Put your cellphones up into the air and take a picture
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
Standing in front of these cameras, snapshot, take a picture
Tell your girlfriend to tell her girlfriend's girlfriend to bring her with her
Now you say no and we say naw
And you say us and we say y'all
I got enough room in the back of the bus
If they rollin' with us, we can take 'em all
On the highway, wreckin' all day
We can roll up so low-key, baby, windows tinted
Put the MAC down, let my sack down
And the way I mack to a bitch is gonna put me back in it
One ho helpin', need to snap right back
I'm the only nigga spit a rap like that
Pimp tight, MJG, put pimp niggas on the map like that
Orange Mound, Memphis, Tenn
Makin' easy money pimpin' hoes again
Been in this game for a minute
A lot of you haters wish that we would throw it in
The towel, but how would the game really be
Without real niggas in it? Then what would it be?
A world without no Ball and G?
You kiddin', right? You fuckin' with me
That's why we do this for the love at first
But sometimes you find out that love, it hurts
But now I gotta make a lot of money with it
Show me where it's at and I'ma run and get it
Go and get them concert tickets
Bitches get in free 'til 12
Everybody get up, light this bitch up
Let's get fucking wild as hell
We came here to rock this bitch and make the people get up
Put your cellphones up into the air and take a picture
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
We be comin' down, we be in the drop top
Afterparty and we takin' everybody with us
Everybody smokin', everybody drinkin' liquor
Pimp Ride lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Intro: Eightball]
Ah yeah! Eightball & MJG in the mothafuckin house,
And we came here today to talk to you about this thang called pimpin.
It has been misunderstood over the years, so now, we come to set the record straight.
Niggas don't do this shit I right it takes a special kinda nigga, knowatimsayn'? Yeah!
[Eightball:]
It takes a nigga that's hard from the start, you gotta have heart,
To meet a bitch, mack her then rip her apart.
It's all in the game, a nigga can't change,
If you don't break a bitch then your game is lame mane.
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth,
so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with me.
About the way I talk, about the way I dress,
About how my gold teeth look so fresh.
See how I bait 'em in soon as a nigga speak,
That G's voice just make a bitch knees weak.
I'm in my caddilac, chillin like a fat mac,
Smokin on a fat sac, drinkin on a pint of 'yac.
I pick up my car phone 'cause a freak beeped,
It's my niggas baby mama but some times I creep.
That's just the way it is niggas have to take a chance,
When you ain't around anybody could be in that ass.
But I'm just a young nigga tryin to make a dolla,
And the way I live, to some it's hard to swallow.
See living down south ain't what you think it be,
Nine times outta ten niggas like me, pimps.
(Yeah, that's right, tryin to teach all these lames
How to do this shit, 'cause it's really a hard job.
But them lame niggas, they make me get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/Eightball]
And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground
(I get so high)
And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground
(I get so high)
[MJG:]
Now let me explain a pimp a nigga about the m-o-n-e-y
See a hoe break a hoe, and try to influence the bitch
To turn a trick for the nigga who, presuaded her to sell ass
Like a hoe is supposed to
Now how the fuck you think as pimp is slippin?
Surrounded by all these hoes that's going and giving me money
It's funny how a hoe could make you thinks she's with 'cha
When all the time she's just another niggas gold digger
MJG got a bitch for a rich trick, take of your business,
Bring me my money, yeah this shit is thick
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better,
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter.
Train your woman to break a man, man meaning another nigga
Just some shit in the game same 'ol same to make your pimpin bigger
Slicker the pimpin gets, freaker gets the bitch,
MJG is rich, I'm coo-coo for these tricks, I'm a pimp.
(Yeah that's right baby, I'm pimpin so what you need to do is
Set that ass out and uh, right about now I'm finna fire up one of these spliffs, and get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/MJG]
[Eightball:]
Part two, it's all the same g,
Trying to school fools on this P-I-M-P
Lesson 1 - first you should, pull a bitch fuck her good
The next time tell her no, but the next time take her dough.
Oh! you gotta watch your back too mane
'Cause there's a lot of bitches in the world with much game
Lesson 2 - watch that hoe, don't trust her with none of yo dough
Never let a bitch know how you make your cash flow
Lesson 3 - if you don't tell that how who is boss,
Bitches like to run shit but end up gettin smacked in the mouth
See a real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall til you hear the crackin sound
Drown in the tub, rub-a-dub dub
Some niggas get pussy whipped then fall into a love bug
Buyin hoes this, buyin hoes that, then braggin to your friends
How you fuck her from the back
Never how you took they cash, never how you beat they ass
Never how you pull hoes, fuck 'em then drop 'em fast
I don't understand your plan at all man
You should be around niggas like me pimps
(Yeah man these niggas a trip knowatimsayin?
But niggas like me, I have to smoke them spliffs to keep my mind off that shit,
but when I smoke, I get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/Eightball]
[MJG:]
Where ever there's a hoe there's bound to be a pimp
The pimp supplies his bitches with some tricks that they can attempt
A sucker will spend all his money 'til he ain't got nothing left
Instead of blaming a bitch he needs to blame it on himself
It wouldn't be a hoe if it wasn't for the trick
But I suggest we keep 'em so a pimp can keep his bitch
It needs to understood, there wouldn't be one without the other
So why in the hell these folks tryin to sweat a mother fucka
Jealous sucka just maaad they can't hang with the pimp thang
Looking to sprinkle some salt in a pimps game
How in the fuck do you figure that pimpin is dead
When nigga you know it's alive pimpin been misunderstood
By those who can't that's why they said it died
Others tried pimpin but was only making chump-change
One track minded niggas never run a m-train
Re-arrange shit that they done seen in a movie script
Damn ain't that a bitch [echo]
Niggas like me, a pimp
(MJ fuckin G, P-I-M-P, stand down on this pimpin
About these hoes, but some niggas fucks it up for real niggas
And that shit just makes me get so high)
[Chorus: until fades out]
Ah yeah! Eightball & MJG in the mothafuckin house,
And we came here today to talk to you about this thang called pimpin.
It has been misunderstood over the years, so now, we come to set the record straight.
Niggas don't do this shit I right it takes a special kinda nigga, knowatimsayn'? Yeah!
[Eightball:]
It takes a nigga that's hard from the start, you gotta have heart,
To meet a bitch, mack her then rip her apart.
It's all in the game, a nigga can't change,
If you don't break a bitch then your game is lame mane.
See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth,
so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with me.
About the way I talk, about the way I dress,
About how my gold teeth look so fresh.
See how I bait 'em in soon as a nigga speak,
That G's voice just make a bitch knees weak.
I'm in my caddilac, chillin like a fat mac,
Smokin on a fat sac, drinkin on a pint of 'yac.
I pick up my car phone 'cause a freak beeped,
It's my niggas baby mama but some times I creep.
That's just the way it is niggas have to take a chance,
When you ain't around anybody could be in that ass.
But I'm just a young nigga tryin to make a dolla,
And the way I live, to some it's hard to swallow.
See living down south ain't what you think it be,
Nine times outta ten niggas like me, pimps.
(Yeah, that's right, tryin to teach all these lames
How to do this shit, 'cause it's really a hard job.
But them lame niggas, they make me get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/Eightball]
And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground
(I get so high)
And I just can't stand to get my feet off the ground
(I get so high)
[MJG:]
Now let me explain a pimp a nigga about the m-o-n-e-y
See a hoe break a hoe, and try to influence the bitch
To turn a trick for the nigga who, presuaded her to sell ass
Like a hoe is supposed to
Now how the fuck you think as pimp is slippin?
Surrounded by all these hoes that's going and giving me money
It's funny how a hoe could make you thinks she's with 'cha
When all the time she's just another niggas gold digger
MJG got a bitch for a rich trick, take of your business,
Bring me my money, yeah this shit is thick
Hoe don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better,
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter.
Train your woman to break a man, man meaning another nigga
Just some shit in the game same 'ol same to make your pimpin bigger
Slicker the pimpin gets, freaker gets the bitch,
MJG is rich, I'm coo-coo for these tricks, I'm a pimp.
(Yeah that's right baby, I'm pimpin so what you need to do is
Set that ass out and uh, right about now I'm finna fire up one of these spliffs, and get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/MJG]
[Eightball:]
Part two, it's all the same g,
Trying to school fools on this P-I-M-P
Lesson 1 - first you should, pull a bitch fuck her good
The next time tell her no, but the next time take her dough.
Oh! you gotta watch your back too mane
'Cause there's a lot of bitches in the world with much game
Lesson 2 - watch that hoe, don't trust her with none of yo dough
Never let a bitch know how you make your cash flow
Lesson 3 - if you don't tell that how who is boss,
Bitches like to run shit but end up gettin smacked in the mouth
See a real nigga believe in beatin them hoes down
Push her head into the wall til you hear the crackin sound
Drown in the tub, rub-a-dub dub
Some niggas get pussy whipped then fall into a love bug
Buyin hoes this, buyin hoes that, then braggin to your friends
How you fuck her from the back
Never how you took they cash, never how you beat they ass
Never how you pull hoes, fuck 'em then drop 'em fast
I don't understand your plan at all man
You should be around niggas like me pimps
(Yeah man these niggas a trip knowatimsayin?
But niggas like me, I have to smoke them spliffs to keep my mind off that shit,
but when I smoke, I get so high)
[Chorus: Woman/Eightball]
[MJG:]
Where ever there's a hoe there's bound to be a pimp
The pimp supplies his bitches with some tricks that they can attempt
A sucker will spend all his money 'til he ain't got nothing left
Instead of blaming a bitch he needs to blame it on himself
It wouldn't be a hoe if it wasn't for the trick
But I suggest we keep 'em so a pimp can keep his bitch
It needs to understood, there wouldn't be one without the other
So why in the hell these folks tryin to sweat a mother fucka
Jealous sucka just maaad they can't hang with the pimp thang
Looking to sprinkle some salt in a pimps game
How in the fuck do you figure that pimpin is dead
When nigga you know it's alive pimpin been misunderstood
By those who can't that's why they said it died
Others tried pimpin but was only making chump-change
One track minded niggas never run a m-train
Re-arrange shit that they done seen in a movie script
Damn ain't that a bitch [echo]
Niggas like me, a pimp
(MJ fuckin G, P-I-M-P, stand down on this pimpin
About these hoes, but some niggas fucks it up for real niggas
And that shit just makes me get so high)
[Chorus: until fades out]
Ten Toes Down lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Music plays in bakground]
(Eightball we doin this shit once again
For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)
[Intro/Chorus:]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
[Verse 1: Thorough]
He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Eightball]
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Crime Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long
IT'S ON!
[Verse 4: MJG]
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it down
[Chorus x2]
(Eightball we doin this shit once again
For you fake ass niggaz lay it the fuck down BEYITCH)
[Intro/Chorus:]
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
[Verse 1: Thorough]
He's got his head tilted back on his face is a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could hit ya
With wicked shit slick and swift
As I slaughter quick, oughta flip with fluents
To show you how we be doin in the Suave House federation; that is cat
You don't know how it's comin cause you don't where it's at
A mack of all trades, low cut, tight fade
We all get paid, so gets sprayed, so buster behave
My flavor's deep, please peep, I ain't soft
I represent at all cost and always got my niner out
So eeease back cause you marks can't hang with me
I got to much game in me, killin ain't no thang to me
Give a nut check, and I see you outta place
And I say that to say you're a BITCH, and you ain't got what it takes
To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin
Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin
With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so don't clown
Bitches we ain't playin you hoes lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Eightball]
It's Sunday morning, I'm stil yawnin from the night before
So much sess in my chest from the Swishers I smoke
OH NO! Who is this hoe in the bed with me?
I remember the pussy but I don't remember her name G
Grab me Swisher cut it up and fill it with weed, hit that hoe
In the head, and tell her get out of my bed you damn freak
Hopped into the shower for an hour, it was hot as hell
Got dressed and ran a gold comb through my curls
Walkin out of the house slow, tellin that hoe come on let's go
First I crack up the music then, hit the switch on my six-four
Candy coated paint, got the bitches at the bus stop sick
But at the same time on my dick, thick
Beat a bitch quick I'm sick, full of Swishers and malt liquor
I'm a killa on them sticks, aggivated hallucinatin
Tryin to let go of my frustration
But some my luck, nigga gonna be a med patient
I gotta nine uzi AK, but that shit don't really matter
Cause if I gotta I will rat-a-tat-a
To splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts
And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Crime Boss]
Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed
The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust
So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me
You best to do a driveby and be prayin that you hit me
Cause nigga if you miss me I'm a have to draw my gat
And take yo ass way back, cause way back way back in the days
I used to beat dope fiends down just get paid
Live my life as a hustler, sellin drugs was my only J
My moms was a trick hoe I had nowhere to stay
And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners
I've been on this for ten years so I'm known on corners
With bitches and prostitutes, pimps and killa thugs
Five-oh harrassin me, so Crime Boss is feelin slugs
A good guy gone bad, devious fuckin kid
Victim of?, shit that my momma did
These dope beats comin up, I'm servin those clucker bitches
My beeper still goin off, I'm thinkin of addin riches
For dollars and sense, see I gotta have it goin on,
Or be trapped in this hole for too motherfuckin long
IT'S ON!
[Verse 4: MJG]
Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch
Claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks
Talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe
Charge the hoe, break the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go
Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip
On the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip
A back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin
Money off you and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin
Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe
Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go
Back on the track shake that ass, make my money
Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash
Drop yo panties, to let you start
To open your mouth, slurp and slob
On this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job
When you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door
Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe
Don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank
Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane
Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'm a clown all upside yo head
Yeah bitch, I'm a lay it down
[Chorus x2]
Bring It Back lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Young Dro)
Oh, I know what they wont do. Uh-Oh Yeah-Yea
Oh, It's bout to be a problem (that's right) It's your boy Nitty
I'm with my big bru 8 ball and MJG
It's that new shit nigga
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (ayye)
What it is real life make a nigga money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
What it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
Shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
Celebrate haters cant bring me down if you want do it
Not chu fixin to see me now all in face yea with my gold mouth
There niggas thought we was gone like jd hair but we still in your ear
Throwing memphis in the air on the space shuttle weed got me way up there
I swear I aint rich but I feel like a billionaire hustle to I die
Yea fuck around and but it there one licks two licks three licks four
Keep hit licks like I'm playin a guitar
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
I look, I smell, I taste like money its a big big mistake ya try ta take sum from me
Just want it I shit it out 55 hundred then flush it down the toilet gaw
Damnit I gun it I'm PIMP TIGHT mj's stick wit the benz tho ben told me mj write about the benz
First let em know you keep around ill be in the crowd wit em if I'm sweatin you to hard
Take a paper towl wit em ride chu loose bowels wit em leave em in the trash
Can hundred thou for the trash man ima bad man hell even worse trick she use
It not want it that's when I used to fuck with her forget her cause...
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
I got all kind of cash,yes , gold rover range
The girls sell me fast, road runner brings (beep beep)
Dro and Eightball in a whole nother lane (watch out)
The trap taking MJG, a whole nother theme
Chevy with the ?bayne? dont forget to spray it down
Coming out hard, tell them bitches lay it down
My wrist weigh a pound, I got stupid ass jewelry
Gettin Quarter mil, in the coupe it's that serious
I hit a hatin, hatin I got superman ?
Blue and Red lamborghini, Superman?
Polo Polo Polo I been doin that for years
If you smell like money, you can touch it dont be scared Young Dro
Oh, It's bout to be a problem (that's right) It's your boy Nitty
I'm with my big bru 8 ball and MJG
It's that new shit nigga
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (ayye)
What it is real life make a nigga money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
What it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
Shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
Celebrate haters cant bring me down if you want do it
Not chu fixin to see me now all in face yea with my gold mouth
There niggas thought we was gone like jd hair but we still in your ear
Throwing memphis in the air on the space shuttle weed got me way up there
I swear I aint rich but I feel like a billionaire hustle to I die
Yea fuck around and but it there one licks two licks three licks four
Keep hit licks like I'm playin a guitar
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
I look, I smell, I taste like money its a big big mistake ya try ta take sum from me
Just want it I shit it out 55 hundred then flush it down the toilet gaw
Damnit I gun it I'm PIMP TIGHT mj's stick wit the benz tho ben told me mj write about the benz
First let em know you keep around ill be in the crowd wit em if I'm sweatin you to hard
Take a paper towl wit em ride chu loose bowels wit em leave em in the trash
Can hundred thou for the trash man ima bad man hell even worse trick she use
It not want it that's when I used to fuck with her forget her cause...
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
I got all kind of cash,yes , gold rover range
The girls sell me fast, road runner brings (beep beep)
Dro and Eightball in a whole nother lane (watch out)
The trap taking MJG, a whole nother theme
Chevy with the ?bayne? dont forget to spray it down
Coming out hard, tell them bitches lay it down
My wrist weigh a pound, I got stupid ass jewelry
Gettin Quarter mil, in the coupe it's that serious
I hit a hatin, hatin I got superman ?
Blue and Red lamborghini, Superman?
Polo Polo Polo I been doin that for years
If you smell like money, you can touch it dont be scared Young Dro
Life Goes On lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Slim Thug)
[8Ball:]
Now I been up I been down I been in I been out I was loved I was hated
Bitch niggas tried to cross me out
Nigga I been on I been off I been a worker I been a boss
Outta all tha shit I eva been I neva been soft
I been broke I been rich and a nigga ain't neva been no snitch
I'm a fat black nigga but neva had a problem gettin no bitch
But I been stranded I been alone
Had my kids before I was grown
Shot that pistol and made them young niggas keep that dumb shit away from my door
I been cheated and I been robbed
Niggas don't give a fuck who you are
Niggas don't give a fuck bout yo standards
Niggas don't give a fuck you a star
You got all tha latest guns
You got 80 niggas with you
But if niggas wanna hitcha
Best believe they'll getcha
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
[Slim Thug:]
Thugga Slim Thugga Yeah I done seen it all
Some boys ball Then fall down and crawl (Crawl)
When they knockin down them all
Next they tryna sell it all
These streets are wild just one call can have you locked down by them laws
One nigga snitch make up some shit conspiracy's hide behind them walls
Game so foul not just crack a nigga out here tryn to sell ya rap
Feel like I back up in that trap
I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks
Radio only play shit that's whack
They ain't tryna to hear a nigga spit these facts So I guess I never get me no plex
But shit I quit before a nigga to do that
Man I'm a hustler I don't need rap to move out the hood and live this good
I'll sell anything that a nigga buyin
Boys better get that understood
Was born broke up in the hood but I refuse to move back
Life goes on just stay strong pac tell me that
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
[MJG:]
Some of our mothers and fathers are gone
Our sisters and brothers are gone
Our babies and children are gone but (life goes on)
And so u gotta be strong because hard times do not discriminate
They only intimidate bully and eliminate people without any faith and if it wasn't for the big phomes in my life I would of never ever learned how to climb out
Some things you can't be told or taught some things you just gotta find out
Some people go from millions to nothing
Some people go from nothing to mills
But what both them got in common
Neither one of them is happy still
You can be a preacher or pack the steal or whatever your tactics is
So many people out here so fake they need to take a break and practice real
Pimp tight mj tryin to live life and do a little good
I played my part but I didn't write the book
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Now I been up I been down I been in I been out I was loved I was hated
Bitch niggas tried to cross me out
Nigga I been on I been off I been a worker I been a boss
Outta all tha shit I eva been I neva been soft
I been broke I been rich and a nigga ain't neva been no snitch
I'm a fat black nigga but neva had a problem gettin no bitch
But I been stranded I been alone
Had my kids before I was grown
Shot that pistol and made them young niggas keep that dumb shit away from my door
I been cheated and I been robbed
Niggas don't give a fuck who you are
Niggas don't give a fuck bout yo standards
Niggas don't give a fuck you a star
You got all tha latest guns
You got 80 niggas with you
But if niggas wanna hitcha
Best believe they'll getcha
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
[Slim Thug:]
Thugga Slim Thugga Yeah I done seen it all
Some boys ball Then fall down and crawl (Crawl)
When they knockin down them all
Next they tryna sell it all
These streets are wild just one call can have you locked down by them laws
One nigga snitch make up some shit conspiracy's hide behind them walls
Game so foul not just crack a nigga out here tryn to sell ya rap
Feel like I back up in that trap
I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks
Radio only play shit that's whack
They ain't tryna to hear a nigga spit these facts So I guess I never get me no plex
But shit I quit before a nigga to do that
Man I'm a hustler I don't need rap to move out the hood and live this good
I'll sell anything that a nigga buyin
Boys better get that understood
Was born broke up in the hood but I refuse to move back
Life goes on just stay strong pac tell me that
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
[MJG:]
Some of our mothers and fathers are gone
Our sisters and brothers are gone
Our babies and children are gone but (life goes on)
And so u gotta be strong because hard times do not discriminate
They only intimidate bully and eliminate people without any faith and if it wasn't for the big phomes in my life I would of never ever learned how to climb out
Some things you can't be told or taught some things you just gotta find out
Some people go from millions to nothing
Some people go from nothing to mills
But what both them got in common
Neither one of them is happy still
You can be a preacher or pack the steal or whatever your tactics is
So many people out here so fake they need to take a break and practice real
Pimp tight mj tryin to live life and do a little good
I played my part but I didn't write the book
[Chorus:]
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on
Relax And Take Notes lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. The Notorious B.I.G., Project Pat)
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper
[Verse: 8Ball]
M.E.M.P.H.I.S
Imma rep this hurr til I walk up on death
My demise aint here dont hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so Im somethin like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin, she say I sound funny
Embassy suites sittin on the bed countin money
Illegal hustlin, dirty money mustlin
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin
Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em
I stick in move do my biz get my doe and dip
My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane il bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom wit the black guts and Im in it
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
[Verse: MJG]
Fuck it Imma blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya fuckin ass off give me the cash cause
M-J-G not playin no games
If you not speakin good dont be sayin my name
Nigga no it aint ok with u within a day or two
Imma track u down and pull a mufuckin rapper root
Aint no way you niggas can hide
I can get u in the house I can get u outside
Imma load da pump up, lay down jump up
Surprise everybody fittin to help me wit my come up
Damn I done made, all of yall shit ya jeans
This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean
You all bootleggin nigga you's a knock off, a imitation
Local ass kingpin nigga wit a limitation
You dont want no drama wit me
Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona with me
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
[Verse: Project Pat]
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dawg Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when Im in the ride nine million homicide
Done when ya come wrong shoot suckas in tha Dome
Always about the cheese didn't wanna go there
He dont wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there
Whats crooked as a crooked letter hump back hump back
Soda cook the dope together jump back jump back
Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back
If ya bust it first Imma dump back dump back
Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow
My nose runnin still cause a nigga used to blow
If pockets low I'll let ya know (dont turn around)
A hair trigger that'll bust (dont make a sound)
I'mma tell ya what to do (lay it on the ground)
Dont be hesitatin fool (before I blow you down)
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana
Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke
I just want the paper I just want the paper
I just want the paper I just want the paper
[Verse: 8Ball]
M.E.M.P.H.I.S
Imma rep this hurr til I walk up on death
My demise aint here dont hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so Im somethin like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
Eat dick like its delicious, and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin, she say I sound funny
Embassy suites sittin on the bed countin money
Illegal hustlin, dirty money mustlin
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin
Look at my face you can tell I seen both of em
I stick in move do my biz get my doe and dip
My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane il bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom wit the black guts and Im in it
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
[Verse: MJG]
Fuck it Imma blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya fuckin ass off give me the cash cause
M-J-G not playin no games
If you not speakin good dont be sayin my name
Nigga no it aint ok with u within a day or two
Imma track u down and pull a mufuckin rapper root
Aint no way you niggas can hide
I can get u in the house I can get u outside
Imma load da pump up, lay down jump up
Surprise everybody fittin to help me wit my come up
Damn I done made, all of yall shit ya jeans
This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean
You all bootleggin nigga you's a knock off, a imitation
Local ass kingpin nigga wit a limitation
You dont want no drama wit me
Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona with me
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
[Verse: Project Pat]
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dawg Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when Im in the ride nine million homicide
Done when ya come wrong shoot suckas in tha Dome
Always about the cheese didn't wanna go there
He dont wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there
Whats crooked as a crooked letter hump back hump back
Soda cook the dope together jump back jump back
Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back
If ya bust it first Imma dump back dump back
Down South we gon hustle to the roster crow
My nose runnin still cause a nigga used to blow
If pockets low I'll let ya know (dont turn around)
A hair trigger that'll bust (dont make a sound)
I'mma tell ya what to do (lay it on the ground)
Dont be hesitatin fool (before I blow you down)
[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.]
Cruzin' lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Three 6 Mafia, Slim of 112)
We Fitn To Take Dis Thing To Another Level
Ya Herd Me
All The Ladies Come To The Front
All The Hatas Get Out Da Building, Ya Hear Me
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets Girl)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(She Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Me Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Yeh)
Ooooh Baby
[Verse 1: MJG]
How Long Would It Take A Nigga Like MJG,
To Get The Girl Back To The Hotel.
Ima Stop And Get Some Rubbers And Some Cigarellos,
You Can Meet Me Imma Be In Room 112.
You Done Did Enough Talkin On Da Telephone,
Right Now, Im Really Tryna Put My Hands On It
So If You In It, Got Away,
You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It.
Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up,
Show You Off, Ride To Da Hot Spot.
When Dont, Tryna Act, Special When You,
Ridin Im My Drop-Top.
Listen, What I, Need You To Do Is
Hold This Bag While I Break Dis Blunt Down
We Gonna Half To Park In A Minute,
Cus Da Cops Get Hot Right Around Bout Sun Down.
(Break It Down)
Im Not Gonna Have Your Wear Dem Jeans
Tight Fit Lookin Motha Fuckin Right With Da Low-Ridas
MJG Fin Sprinkle In Some Super Incrediable
Bitch Im So Fly.
I Got My Hand On The Wood Grain
Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man
You Niggas Tryin Hard As Hell,
You Never Do It Like I Did It,
Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp Thing.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Stop Layin Back Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Your Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shawty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Can I Get Your To, Come Here Girl,
Let Me Say Something Sweet In Ya Ear Girl,
I See You Movin Your Butt To Da Beat Girl,
Wanna Dip And Come See My World.
Big Ball The One With Da
Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town.
Nigga Come Through When He Really Want To,
Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down.
Sometime We Hit Da Town,
Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down.
Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush
And Just Smoke It Out,
And I Dont Expect Errrry Mothafucka In Here,
To Know What Im Talkin Bout.
These Niggas Aint Got No Game,
A Lot These Niggas Just Talkin Loud.
And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga,
But I'm Only So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga.
When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga,
We's One Of The First In The Picture.
Three Strikes Im A Fee From A Nigga,
J, Mj Put Your Peace Sign In The Airr.
Wanna Go To A Place Where They Dont Hate
Listen To Your Boy, Let Me Take You There.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Hey, Hey, Hey)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I Like It When You Call My Name,
I Like It When We Play Dat Game.
What Game Is Dat Girl,
That Freaky Deeky Game.
It Aint No Shame When I Bang,
Go 'head And Grab Dat Thang.
That Grown Man Thang,
Stop Gigglin And Playn Mayne.
You Know What Im Sayin Mayne,
See You's A Freaky Dame.
Can I Call A Couple My Friends,
So We Can Run A Train.
Im Sayin I Think I Can,
Now Bang It Up Out The Frame.
But Baby Boy Damn,
Wit My Hands On My Side Man.
[Juicy-J:]
Im A D-Boy From Da Hood, (Yeah)
Smoking On A Big Bag Of Cush, (Yeah)
Workin All Day In A Trap House, (Yeah)
See Da Police Then We Push, (Yeah)
And When A Playa Ride Through Da Streets, (Yeah)
Im Always Lookin For A Freak, (Yeah)
They Call Me The Juice Man Gigalo, (Yeah)
Take It Out Skeet Skeet Skeet. (Yeah)
[Dj Paul:]
I Hit Her Up On Black Berries,
She See That He Left Her Daddy.
She Know That Its Time,
To Shake Her Man And Meet Me at Da Hotely
See He An Old Head,
Throw Some More Bread,
Keep Her Fed,
But Im The One She Call,
When She Need That Ass Tapped.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shwty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
Ya Herd Me
All The Ladies Come To The Front
All The Hatas Get Out Da Building, Ya Hear Me
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets Girl)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(She Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Me Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Yeh)
Ooooh Baby
[Verse 1: MJG]
How Long Would It Take A Nigga Like MJG,
To Get The Girl Back To The Hotel.
Ima Stop And Get Some Rubbers And Some Cigarellos,
You Can Meet Me Imma Be In Room 112.
You Done Did Enough Talkin On Da Telephone,
Right Now, Im Really Tryna Put My Hands On It
So If You In It, Got Away,
You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It.
Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up,
Show You Off, Ride To Da Hot Spot.
When Dont, Tryna Act, Special When You,
Ridin Im My Drop-Top.
Listen, What I, Need You To Do Is
Hold This Bag While I Break Dis Blunt Down
We Gonna Half To Park In A Minute,
Cus Da Cops Get Hot Right Around Bout Sun Down.
(Break It Down)
Im Not Gonna Have Your Wear Dem Jeans
Tight Fit Lookin Motha Fuckin Right With Da Low-Ridas
MJG Fin Sprinkle In Some Super Incrediable
Bitch Im So Fly.
I Got My Hand On The Wood Grain
Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man
You Niggas Tryin Hard As Hell,
You Never Do It Like I Did It,
Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp Thing.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Stop Layin Back Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Your Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shawty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Can I Get Your To, Come Here Girl,
Let Me Say Something Sweet In Ya Ear Girl,
I See You Movin Your Butt To Da Beat Girl,
Wanna Dip And Come See My World.
Big Ball The One With Da
Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town.
Nigga Come Through When He Really Want To,
Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down.
Sometime We Hit Da Town,
Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down.
Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush
And Just Smoke It Out,
And I Dont Expect Errrry Mothafucka In Here,
To Know What Im Talkin Bout.
These Niggas Aint Got No Game,
A Lot These Niggas Just Talkin Loud.
And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga,
But I'm Only So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga.
When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga,
We's One Of The First In The Picture.
Three Strikes Im A Fee From A Nigga,
J, Mj Put Your Peace Sign In The Airr.
Wanna Go To A Place Where They Dont Hate
Listen To Your Boy, Let Me Take You There.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Hey, Hey, Hey)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I Like It When You Call My Name,
I Like It When We Play Dat Game.
What Game Is Dat Girl,
That Freaky Deeky Game.
It Aint No Shame When I Bang,
Go 'head And Grab Dat Thang.
That Grown Man Thang,
Stop Gigglin And Playn Mayne.
You Know What Im Sayin Mayne,
See You's A Freaky Dame.
Can I Call A Couple My Friends,
So We Can Run A Train.
Im Sayin I Think I Can,
Now Bang It Up Out The Frame.
But Baby Boy Damn,
Wit My Hands On My Side Man.
[Juicy-J:]
Im A D-Boy From Da Hood, (Yeah)
Smoking On A Big Bag Of Cush, (Yeah)
Workin All Day In A Trap House, (Yeah)
See Da Police Then We Push, (Yeah)
And When A Playa Ride Through Da Streets, (Yeah)
Im Always Lookin For A Freak, (Yeah)
They Call Me The Juice Man Gigalo, (Yeah)
Take It Out Skeet Skeet Skeet. (Yeah)
[Dj Paul:]
I Hit Her Up On Black Berries,
She See That He Left Her Daddy.
She Know That Its Time,
To Shake Her Man And Meet Me at Da Hotely
See He An Old Head,
Throw Some More Bread,
Keep Her Fed,
But Im The One She Call,
When She Need That Ass Tapped.
[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shwty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy
Whatchu Gonna Do lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Pimp C)
[MJG]
Roach spraid on the block
Then I took my throwback
Now my soldiers posted up
Hangin' like a coatrack
Gun in the bushes and
Work in the stash spot
Overtime, al night
Try'na make a fat knock
Swell in my pocket
Like I'm carryin' a loaf of bread
Been around the world
But I still love local head
Got the shit to make 'em jump
It's hyper like a pimp rally
Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
Mime me like a skip daddy
Glock, Chevy parked in the yard
Wit' the double pipes
If I catch ya try'na steal it
I'ma get double life
I ain't wanna do it, I ain't even really hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house
Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
[Hook: MJG (Pimp C)]
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
[8 Ball]
Boys ask me all the time
Am I tired of the grind
Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer
That's all on my mind
Twist the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her listen, let her charge
Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
Work come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam!
If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam
Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets
Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam
A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it
I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread
30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead
[Hook]
[Pimp C]
Unh
Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
Wrist full of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and
Swangin' on them thangs bitch
No I ain't no lame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it you'll come and get 'em again
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up" movie
But that nigga ain't me
Too many clones in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to leave my legacy alone
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
Don't hesitate to put that thang on them plexers
'Cause it ain't no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy
Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do
[Hook till fade]
Roach spraid on the block
Then I took my throwback
Now my soldiers posted up
Hangin' like a coatrack
Gun in the bushes and
Work in the stash spot
Overtime, al night
Try'na make a fat knock
Swell in my pocket
Like I'm carryin' a loaf of bread
Been around the world
But I still love local head
Got the shit to make 'em jump
It's hyper like a pimp rally
Give 'em just a piece it make 'em
Mime me like a skip daddy
Glock, Chevy parked in the yard
Wit' the double pipes
If I catch ya try'na steal it
I'ma get double life
I ain't wanna do it, I ain't even really hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail house
Comin' for the boys who thought that I wouldn't bail out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit again
Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit again
[Hook: MJG (Pimp C)]
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it, bitch)
This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can just get to it)
[8 Ball]
Boys ask me all the time
Am I tired of the grind
Hell naw nigga, gettin' richer
That's all on my mind
Twist the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a ticket
Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads wit' them credit cards
Make her listen, let her charge
Flat TVs and some tiles for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto superstar
Work come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 never jam if I gotta blam blam!
If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Uncle Sam
Rubber gloves, blue magic and some Downy sheets
Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam
A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it while he mix it
I be rollin' up blunts in the den, countin' bread
30 dollars till my heart stop beatin' and I'm dead
[Hook]
[Pimp C]
Unh
Sweet Jones is the pimp of the year
Wrist full of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fly hoes and chains and
Swangin' on them thangs bitch
No I ain't no lame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive down holl'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it you'll come and get 'em again
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up" movie
But that nigga ain't me
Too many clones in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to leave my legacy alone
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
Don't hesitate to put that thang on them plexers
'Cause it ain't no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy
Hit his figure wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you
You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do
[Hook till fade]
Hickory Dickory Dock lyrics - 8Ball & MJG
Hickory dickory dock (dock)
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Patrone, double shots, wit no chase
Sticky green, fire it up and blow it in yo face
We deep, 50 deep, so don't hate
Forever never slippin naw pimpin we straight
What it do, the bets back, the checks fat, the track tight
We funna cook a fresh batch
Money maker, you makin money, then show me some
Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong
Shades on, blacka bodies I'm in my zone
Trunk kickin like it know karate
We sittin tall, big ball, and MJ pushin to the limit
I'm reppin for tennesy so I gotta keep it pimpin now
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: MJG]
They call me (inauduble) MJG you know I party hard
Most a yall pussy cat niggas ...
Any time you wanna load up you know I'm ready (I'm ready)
Rich ass niggas can't ride in my Chevy (my Chevy)
You don't wanna hear me speak, you just wanna see my rims
Spinnin underneath my vehicle like a like a roll of film
I don't even need tint, they already know its me
If I add tint, when I get out they'll know its me
Hennesy, grey goose, good purp, and patrone
Gotta keep a lot of it, so I can stay in the zone
Everytime I'm in the hood, everytime I'm in the club
Look kids, grown folks, old folks show me love
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Wheels spinnin, the kush burning
The beat knockin, I know the pill kickin in go on get it poppin
Don't be scared, we rock stars, we party hard, valley park 20 cars
Then go and buy the bar
Bleed, we keep it gritty, we keep it gutta
Bangas worldwide I'm ya neighborhood cooch cutta
[MJG:]
Yeah, spray it on some cooch butta
Some call it K Y
Say my mutha fuckin name girl, say my name
... MJG, millions we runnin through pimp daily
You can crawl at the bottom, til ya make ya knees hurt
Or do it like I do it, make the block bleed work
[Chorus: x2]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Patrone, double shots, wit no chase
Sticky green, fire it up and blow it in yo face
We deep, 50 deep, so don't hate
Forever never slippin naw pimpin we straight
What it do, the bets back, the checks fat, the track tight
We funna cook a fresh batch
Money maker, you makin money, then show me some
Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong
Shades on, blacka bodies I'm in my zone
Trunk kickin like it know karate
We sittin tall, big ball, and MJ pushin to the limit
I'm reppin for tennesy so I gotta keep it pimpin now
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: MJG]
They call me (inauduble) MJG you know I party hard
Most a yall pussy cat niggas ...
Any time you wanna load up you know I'm ready (I'm ready)
Rich ass niggas can't ride in my Chevy (my Chevy)
You don't wanna hear me speak, you just wanna see my rims
Spinnin underneath my vehicle like a like a roll of film
I don't even need tint, they already know its me
If I add tint, when I get out they'll know its me
Hennesy, grey goose, good purp, and patrone
Gotta keep a lot of it, so I can stay in the zone
Everytime I'm in the hood, everytime I'm in the club
Look kids, grown folks, old folks show me love
[Chorus:]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Wheels spinnin, the kush burning
The beat knockin, I know the pill kickin in go on get it poppin
Don't be scared, we rock stars, we party hard, valley park 20 cars
Then go and buy the bar
Bleed, we keep it gritty, we keep it gutta
Bangas worldwide I'm ya neighborhood cooch cutta
[MJG:]
Yeah, spray it on some cooch butta
Some call it K Y
Say my mutha fuckin name girl, say my name
... MJG, millions we runnin through pimp daily
You can crawl at the bottom, til ya make ya knees hurt
Or do it like I do it, make the block bleed work
[Chorus: x2]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Runnin' Out Of Bud lyrics - 8Ball & MJG (feat. Killer Mike)
[Verse 1 - MJG]
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the 'rillo
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone
[Hook - singing]
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
[Verse 2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Killer Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
But fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
[Hook]
[Outro]
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the 'rillo
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone
[Hook - singing]
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
[Verse 2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Killer Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
But fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
[Hook]
[Outro]
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
Alcohol Pussy Weed lyrics - 8ball & MJG
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Let's toast put your cups and your drugs in the air.
Put your hood in the air make the bitches stop and stare.
Get crunk put your pistols in the air make 'em pop
Get buck till the police have to come and make us stop.
Henesee, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patrone keep drinking double shots till the whole bottle gone.
Get fucked up and try to take a piece of pussy home
Niggas acting up Corona bottle to his dome
Where the dro? Cut the cigarillos straight down the middle.
Make the blunt real big, hold and drink and sip a little.
Boys with the bread throw it around make the world know.
Been around the world country crib where the fam go?
Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows.
Singing all the words and pulling on my new clothes.
And I was told everything that I ain't gold.
After my hustling over ya'll know what I'm looking for.
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Oh youz a mouth runna from under the couch comes a
FOFO come ready to spit out thunder
MJ fucking G the whole hood needs us
AKA the fat boy and the black jesus.
Swisher sweet needs to really break a nigger off.
Instead of jagerbomb
I'm gonna roll one so nice I can wake up to it.
With some fruit juice fluid tell Loui is Jerry Louis
I'm smoke mine (smoke mine) I'm gonna chief mine (chief mine)
We're gonna be chillin and throwing up a peace sign.
Chronic smokers tell them I'm in the top ten.
If you don't smoke an ounce a day you need to stop then.
What you drinking? Put your wine cooler down
Sometimes I drink a little I clear or id rather do the brown.
I'm a hen drinker professional hoe teacher.
How long these hundred millions people.
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Let's toast put your cups and your drugs in the air.
Put your hood in the air make the bitches stop and stare.
Get crunk put your pistols in the air make 'em pop
Get buck till the police have to come and make us stop.
Henesee, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patrone keep drinking double shots till the whole bottle gone.
Get fucked up and try to take a piece of pussy home
Niggas acting up Corona bottle to his dome
Where the dro? Cut the cigarillos straight down the middle.
Make the blunt real big, hold and drink and sip a little.
Boys with the bread throw it around make the world know.
Been around the world country crib where the fam go?
Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows.
Singing all the words and pulling on my new clothes.
And I was told everything that I ain't gold.
After my hustling over ya'll know what I'm looking for.
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Oh youz a mouth runna from under the couch comes a
FOFO come ready to spit out thunder
MJ fucking G the whole hood needs us
AKA the fat boy and the black jesus.
Swisher sweet needs to really break a nigger off.
Instead of jagerbomb
I'm gonna roll one so nice I can wake up to it.
With some fruit juice fluid tell Loui is Jerry Louis
I'm smoke mine (smoke mine) I'm gonna chief mine (chief mine)
We're gonna be chillin and throwing up a peace sign.
Chronic smokers tell them I'm in the top ten.
If you don't smoke an ounce a day you need to stop then.
What you drinking? Put your wine cooler down
Sometimes I drink a little I clear or id rather do the brown.
I'm a hen drinker professional hoe teacher.
How long these hundred millions people.
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Pimpin' Don't Fail Me Now lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Jazze Pha & Juvenile)
[Jazze Pha - Chorus]
Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
I gotta turn these bitches ooouuuttt
[MJG]
I'm about to turn you inside out
I'm about to look into your heart, through your mouth with my dick-o-scope
Been around the world, but you still can't picture no
Nigga like me, Pimp tight, the original... MJG
I'm the one who told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to
Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you
Thinkin' ima do it
You gonna really make me hate you
Prove sumthin, go out there and get it
Bring it back to me
Until then, you running yo mouth
You'se an act to me
You emotional bitches prolly can't stand me
But in the end, who the motherfuckin' man be?
[Jazze Pha - Chorus]
[Juvenile]
(Uh huh)
Is you somethin' like a balla, somethin' like a pimp?
(Uh huh)
It ain't no halfways, bitch I'm him
Been spending my last package, I'm done for the day
As soon as i'm done countin' up my ones, we can play
Don't know if you ever rolled with a G like this
Need you to be my other eyes when you in my shit
When you start actin' like a bitch, ima scream at...
But it ain't the situation here cuz I ain't seen that
My background messed up, I ain't a clean cat
But I fucks with you shorty, I really mean that
Holla at the homie if you ready to change
Your lifestyle
Cuz i'm livin in a differ-ent game (Off top)
[Jazze Pha - Chorus]
[8Ball]
I spit flows
Like a pimp pimps hoes
32 o's and ain't none for my nose
The pinky and the wrist and the neck stay froze
The chest keep comin and i'm livin on a roll
I meet a bunch of women (Ya)
I meet a bunch of hoes (Ya)
I gotta bunch of friends (Ya)
I gotta bunch of foes (Ya)
Good nigga, hood nigga
Walk and talk real slow
Outside fat black, but the inside glow
Shorty don't choose
She the one gon' lose
Good girls beware, Fat Boy bad news
Cars and cribs and clothes and jewels
Mama say she love Big Boy, this one here for you (O!)
[Jazze Pha - Chorus repeat until fade...]
Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
I gotta turn these bitches ooouuuttt
[MJG]
I'm about to turn you inside out
I'm about to look into your heart, through your mouth with my dick-o-scope
Been around the world, but you still can't picture no
Nigga like me, Pimp tight, the original... MJG
I'm the one who told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to
Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you
Thinkin' ima do it
You gonna really make me hate you
Prove sumthin, go out there and get it
Bring it back to me
Until then, you running yo mouth
You'se an act to me
You emotional bitches prolly can't stand me
But in the end, who the motherfuckin' man be?
[Jazze Pha - Chorus]
[Juvenile]
(Uh huh)
Is you somethin' like a balla, somethin' like a pimp?
(Uh huh)
It ain't no halfways, bitch I'm him
Been spending my last package, I'm done for the day
As soon as i'm done countin' up my ones, we can play
Don't know if you ever rolled with a G like this
Need you to be my other eyes when you in my shit
When you start actin' like a bitch, ima scream at...
But it ain't the situation here cuz I ain't seen that
My background messed up, I ain't a clean cat
But I fucks with you shorty, I really mean that
Holla at the homie if you ready to change
Your lifestyle
Cuz i'm livin in a differ-ent game (Off top)
[Jazze Pha - Chorus]
[8Ball]
I spit flows
Like a pimp pimps hoes
32 o's and ain't none for my nose
The pinky and the wrist and the neck stay froze
The chest keep comin and i'm livin on a roll
I meet a bunch of women (Ya)
I meet a bunch of hoes (Ya)
I gotta bunch of friends (Ya)
I gotta bunch of foes (Ya)
Good nigga, hood nigga
Walk and talk real slow
Outside fat black, but the inside glow
Shorty don't choose
She the one gon' lose
Good girls beware, Fat Boy bad news
Cars and cribs and clothes and jewels
Mama say she love Big Boy, this one here for you (O!)
[Jazze Pha - Chorus repeat until fade...]
Take It Off lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Poo Bear)
I wanna see you take it off.
Take it off,Take it off
Take it off,Take it off
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 1 - 8Ball]
Yea yea,
Grab dat motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your girlfriends me and you plus her thats three,
I know yo pill kickin in i can tell by the way you lookin at me,
Shake that big ol round caramel brown sexy ass,
Hit this weed, Wat else you need imma go and get that fast,
Roll yo hips to tha beat, girl slide yo ass up and down that pole,
The way you doin that dance make a pimp like me lose control,
Them jeans fit so tight,I know wats up under there so right,
(damn) Pack a bag, a bitch like you need to be spendin the night,
Need to be ridin wit me, Rollin up trees and catchin flights,
Don't be so fly wit me, Let me put this dick up in yo life.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 2 - MJG]
I saw you walkin in tha club witcha throwback,
Witcha hair bent up, Witcha flip flops on,
Now go head take it off get naked, Mix a lil r&b over a hard hip hop song,
MJ, I be the narrator of the song you dance to when you get tips,
You go hard, even when yo pimp got you,
Witcha racoon eyes, and yo swole up big lips,
Now i be sittin in the front row right before come out of the back room waitin for a strip tease,
Can I get me a table dance without all the attitude and the lip please,
Can we go into the V.I.P of the V.I.P in the back of the back room,
Baby you can come with something creative that gonna make me wanna hurry up and try to come back soon,
Can you get down and work the pole, you know once you come out the stage i wanna see you do it,
Go head put your legs on tha pole, Spin around bring you upside down it aint nothin to it,
All yall lookin good to me, I just wanna reach out with my finger tips tickle it and touch one,
Ride this wood, Ride it good, You make me fell like i like i, i wanna bust one.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 3 - 8Ball & MJG]
[8Ball] now you got that fire I can see it in yo eyes,
Mama that aint no lie,Wat kinda dude would i be if i could stand right here and dont even try,
Wanna kiss them thighs let a real nigga taste that cherry pie,
Watch you and lil mama get started on the way to the house in my ride,
Stop and get my two best friends cigarillos and a pack of condoms,
Take them clothes off let a nigga see that candy lil mama,
[MJG] Imma hit you with this eye, that yo girlfriend baby girl she already know that,
You kickin to this lil classic kid, It'll make you wanna reminous something like a throwback,
MJ, pimp tight, i been waitin patiently to see your ass cheek wiggle little,
Stop playin wit me, I wanna see you pull a thug to the side like you really wanna give it up,
Stick a finger in yo mouth,Lick it up a lil bit now slowly suck down,
Next time imma get the airport shuttle and drop me off at the club when i touch down.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
Take it off,Take it off
Take it off,Take it off
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 1 - 8Ball]
Yea yea,
Grab dat motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your girlfriends me and you plus her thats three,
I know yo pill kickin in i can tell by the way you lookin at me,
Shake that big ol round caramel brown sexy ass,
Hit this weed, Wat else you need imma go and get that fast,
Roll yo hips to tha beat, girl slide yo ass up and down that pole,
The way you doin that dance make a pimp like me lose control,
Them jeans fit so tight,I know wats up under there so right,
(damn) Pack a bag, a bitch like you need to be spendin the night,
Need to be ridin wit me, Rollin up trees and catchin flights,
Don't be so fly wit me, Let me put this dick up in yo life.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 2 - MJG]
I saw you walkin in tha club witcha throwback,
Witcha hair bent up, Witcha flip flops on,
Now go head take it off get naked, Mix a lil r&b over a hard hip hop song,
MJ, I be the narrator of the song you dance to when you get tips,
You go hard, even when yo pimp got you,
Witcha racoon eyes, and yo swole up big lips,
Now i be sittin in the front row right before come out of the back room waitin for a strip tease,
Can I get me a table dance without all the attitude and the lip please,
Can we go into the V.I.P of the V.I.P in the back of the back room,
Baby you can come with something creative that gonna make me wanna hurry up and try to come back soon,
Can you get down and work the pole, you know once you come out the stage i wanna see you do it,
Go head put your legs on tha pole, Spin around bring you upside down it aint nothin to it,
All yall lookin good to me, I just wanna reach out with my finger tips tickle it and touch one,
Ride this wood, Ride it good, You make me fell like i like i, i wanna bust one.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
[Verse 3 - 8Ball & MJG]
[8Ball] now you got that fire I can see it in yo eyes,
Mama that aint no lie,Wat kinda dude would i be if i could stand right here and dont even try,
Wanna kiss them thighs let a real nigga taste that cherry pie,
Watch you and lil mama get started on the way to the house in my ride,
Stop and get my two best friends cigarillos and a pack of condoms,
Take them clothes off let a nigga see that candy lil mama,
[MJG] Imma hit you with this eye, that yo girlfriend baby girl she already know that,
You kickin to this lil classic kid, It'll make you wanna reminous something like a throwback,
MJ, pimp tight, i been waitin patiently to see your ass cheek wiggle little,
Stop playin wit me, I wanna see you pull a thug to the side like you really wanna give it up,
Stick a finger in yo mouth,Lick it up a lil bit now slowly suck down,
Next time imma get the airport shuttle and drop me off at the club when i touch down.
[Hook x2]
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.
Get Low lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Chorus: x2]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Whats the worse shit heard
A shotgun blast from the back a ya head
Niggas don't know who got hit
But I know fo sho somebody dead
All I hear is people scream in the background
Everybody in the club down on tha flo
Everybody in the VIP was
Runnin over heat tokin from the back door
I don't see MJG nowhere
Gunshots still pop in the mayhem
Imma reach fo the heat that I snuck in
Hope my shots don't hit the innocent
Seems like we done been here a long time
But its only been about 5 minutes
Shoulda stayed my ass at home
Its too late now I'm already in it
Whats the worse shit seen
Blood on the flo, blood on the wall
People gettin hit didn't do nothing
Baby don't know, momma ain't comin home
And I don't know what started it all
...
A nigga done went too far
Now you gotta run and deal wit the law
And I don't wanna do nuthin but get home
I don't wanna see nuthin but the freeway
I don't wanna have to pop this four five
But I will if it mean Imma get away
Pull back let it all go
Run outside, jump in the vee-hic
Burn off doin eighty four
Nigga wanna get me, boy betta be quick
[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
[Verse: MJG]
Witnesses runnin, talkin bout the shootas is comin
... Get low
... That make me wonder how they got it through the front door
Security beatin the hell outta some of the instigatas
Who started the fuck rucous in the first place
And there ain't even no way I could sugar coat it
As bad is I want the shit to be over and be the worse case
...
I'm tryin to make it to my chevy,
I don't give a fuck about the bitches Or the little money Imma spend now
MJG ... I'm just tryna get up out the club like
So don't be stickin yo hand up to me talkin bout you hurtin
You a veteran now hit me wit a dub spot
And ain't no way I'm tryna get hit wit a stray bullet
But no matta what chu say nigga they pull it
...
A nigga who on a mission to get me and everybody
Who came wit me back to mutha fuckin safety
And don't nobody but me and a couple niggas who kill nigga for real
...
Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala
To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo
I got my hand on the fo-fo
Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po
Put it in drive, hit the accelerator
... Pistol wippin while I'm dippin now
Anotha episode of niggas tryna get out the club
Because anotha mutha fucka nigga trippin now
[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
[Verse: 8 Ball]
Whats the worse shit heard
A shotgun blast from the back a ya head
Niggas don't know who got hit
But I know fo sho somebody dead
All I hear is people scream in the background
Everybody in the club down on tha flo
Everybody in the VIP was
Runnin over heat tokin from the back door
I don't see MJG nowhere
Gunshots still pop in the mayhem
Imma reach fo the heat that I snuck in
Hope my shots don't hit the innocent
Seems like we done been here a long time
But its only been about 5 minutes
Shoulda stayed my ass at home
Its too late now I'm already in it
Whats the worse shit seen
Blood on the flo, blood on the wall
People gettin hit didn't do nothing
Baby don't know, momma ain't comin home
And I don't know what started it all
...
A nigga done went too far
Now you gotta run and deal wit the law
And I don't wanna do nuthin but get home
I don't wanna see nuthin but the freeway
I don't wanna have to pop this four five
But I will if it mean Imma get away
Pull back let it all go
Run outside, jump in the vee-hic
Burn off doin eighty four
Nigga wanna get me, boy betta be quick
[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
[Verse: MJG]
Witnesses runnin, talkin bout the shootas is comin
... Get low
... That make me wonder how they got it through the front door
Security beatin the hell outta some of the instigatas
Who started the fuck rucous in the first place
And there ain't even no way I could sugar coat it
As bad is I want the shit to be over and be the worse case
...
I'm tryin to make it to my chevy,
I don't give a fuck about the bitches Or the little money Imma spend now
MJG ... I'm just tryna get up out the club like
So don't be stickin yo hand up to me talkin bout you hurtin
You a veteran now hit me wit a dub spot
And ain't no way I'm tryna get hit wit a stray bullet
But no matta what chu say nigga they pull it
...
A nigga who on a mission to get me and everybody
Who came wit me back to mutha fuckin safety
And don't nobody but me and a couple niggas who kill nigga for real
...
Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala
To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo
I got my hand on the fo-fo
Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po
Put it in drive, hit the accelerator
... Pistol wippin while I'm dippin now
Anotha episode of niggas tryna get out the club
Because anotha mutha fucka nigga trippin now
[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)
Intro lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[P. Diddy speaking:]
To be or not to be that is the question,
Ball and G. that's the answer,
Living Legends, many are called
but few are chosen, you know their names,
legendes of the south,
8Ball fat boy, MJG, pimpin',
BadBoy nigga, show them whachu got!
To be or not to be that is the question,
Ball and G. that's the answer,
Living Legends, many are called
but few are chosen, you know their names,
legendes of the south,
8Ball fat boy, MJG, pimpin',
BadBoy nigga, show them whachu got!
You Don't Want Drama lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Intro - P. Diddy]
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
[Verse 1 - Eightball]
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round
[Chorus]
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch..
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
[Verse 2 - MJG]
Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Eightball]
Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
[MJG]
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
[Eightball]
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin
[MJG]
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
[Chorus]
[Outro - P. Diddy]
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed..
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon
[Verse 1 - Eightball]
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round
[Chorus]
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch..
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
[Verse 2 - MJG]
Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Eightball]
Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest
[MJG]
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it
[Eightball]
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin
[MJG]
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it
[Chorus]
[Outro - P. Diddy]
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed..
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