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..
Straight Cadillac Pimpin' lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Shannon Jones)
[MJG]
I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
I bust two verses, then go into intermission
No way you can provoke my vision
I, dont play I make a hoe pay a commission
Baby, come on you know I wrote compositions
That make niggaz wish they never spoke while they were spittin
I'm so ready I'm bout to blow from the tension
Like surprise you dont even know what you gettin
I'm becomin quick at gettin slow ??
Cant throw my position, I flow with persition
Is a must a keep it on the low in addition
To all my weapons and no ammunition
MJG, and I'm so in attention
I see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin
Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission
Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition
[Chorus - Shannon Jones]
Well, I'm spendin loose
Got nothing to lose
Got nothing to prove
Its not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
With the hating better stop
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young nigga better listen
[Hook - 8Ball x2]
If I should die, before I wake
Roll me sum up, make sho I'm straight
Make sho my cup filled up with yak
Make sho my paper come in stacks
[8Ball]
I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
Big Boy hit tracks straight pummeling beats
Rock hard like coke in a ???
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah
Turn it up and get addicted to it
And have raw music soon as you listen to it
Jump up like a old fat lady at church
Jump back like a uncut thang at work
Mang, hop in and take a ride with a pimp nigga
Fire the green up and let me shoot the shit witcha
Talk slick till I make a chick get the picture
Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
Listen, I'm a titan on the mic
Original, them weak niggaz bite what I write
Oh Lord, we going to get it jumpin like revival
Survival, Straight from my street bible
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]
[MJG]
These verses are must rip, dont slip, pimp a bitch
Put on your look, best outfit, get rich
[8Ball]
This here, get you out of your seat fo sho
Jump up, get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost
[MJG]
Ay Yo, collection plate, be straight, dont hate
Indicate, no shape, no plate
[8Ball]
Dont Hate, pay away, make a pimp, pockets straight
VISA, check, cash, any city, any state
[MJG]
Deep Down, in the country, in the hills, makin deals
No ex-aggeration, it is what it is
[8Ball]
Come on, you aint never heard shit like this
Two Pimps spittin game right out pu-pils
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]
[Shannon Jones singing till song fades]
I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
I bust two verses, then go into intermission
No way you can provoke my vision
I, dont play I make a hoe pay a commission
Baby, come on you know I wrote compositions
That make niggaz wish they never spoke while they were spittin
I'm so ready I'm bout to blow from the tension
Like surprise you dont even know what you gettin
I'm becomin quick at gettin slow ??
Cant throw my position, I flow with persition
Is a must a keep it on the low in addition
To all my weapons and no ammunition
MJG, and I'm so in attention
I see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin
Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission
Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition
[Chorus - Shannon Jones]
Well, I'm spendin loose
Got nothing to lose
Got nothing to prove
Its not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
With the hating better stop
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young nigga better listen
[Hook - 8Ball x2]
If I should die, before I wake
Roll me sum up, make sho I'm straight
Make sho my cup filled up with yak
Make sho my paper come in stacks
[8Ball]
I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
Big Boy hit tracks straight pummeling beats
Rock hard like coke in a ???
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah
Turn it up and get addicted to it
And have raw music soon as you listen to it
Jump up like a old fat lady at church
Jump back like a uncut thang at work
Mang, hop in and take a ride with a pimp nigga
Fire the green up and let me shoot the shit witcha
Talk slick till I make a chick get the picture
Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
Listen, I'm a titan on the mic
Original, them weak niggaz bite what I write
Oh Lord, we going to get it jumpin like revival
Survival, Straight from my street bible
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]
[MJG]
These verses are must rip, dont slip, pimp a bitch
Put on your look, best outfit, get rich
[8Ball]
This here, get you out of your seat fo sho
Jump up, get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost
[MJG]
Ay Yo, collection plate, be straight, dont hate
Indicate, no shape, no plate
[8Ball]
Dont Hate, pay away, make a pimp, pockets straight
VISA, check, cash, any city, any state
[MJG]
Deep Down, in the country, in the hills, makin deals
No ex-aggeration, it is what it is
[8Ball]
Come on, you aint never heard shit like this
Two Pimps spittin game right out pu-pils
[Chorus]
[Hook x2]
[Shannon Jones singing till song fades]
The Streets lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Bun B)
[Verse 1: 8 Ball]
Off brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
[Chorus: 8 Ball & MJG]
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin', Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the --
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 8 Ball]
Yea come on..
Street niggaz, street niggaz
We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get ?? and out of towners get robbed
and drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change, nigga show me
Obviously you don't know me It's time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, fool
You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder
[Chorus]
Off brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
[Chorus: 8 Ball & MJG]
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin', Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the --
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 8 Ball]
Yea come on..
Street niggaz, street niggaz
We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get ?? and out of towners get robbed
and drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change, nigga show me
Obviously you don't know me It's time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, fool
You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder
[Chorus]
Shot Off lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Ludacris)
[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeah
[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it trill" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke and x-pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, for a twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]
He he he, yeah
[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it trill" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke and x-pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, for a twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' because you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]
When It's On lyrics - 8balls & MJG (feat. P. Diddy)
[Verse 1: MJG]
I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah
Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest
[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you niggas play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggas jumping state to state
What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggas will fuck you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go
A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggas out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
Fuckin' with the game
That's how that shit be mayne
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggas who talkin'
Them niggas ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from Bed-stuy nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggas that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny
[Verse 4: MJG]
Cause as soon as I start writing
I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it
[Hook - until fade]
[P. Diddy - talking]
I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah
Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest
[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you niggas play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggas jumping state to state
What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggas will fuck you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go
A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggas out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
Fuckin' with the game
That's how that shit be mayne
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggas who talkin'
Them niggas ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from Bed-stuy nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggas that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny
[Verse 4: MJG]
Cause as soon as I start writing
I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it
[Hook - until fade]
[P. Diddy - talking]
Baby Girl lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. P. Diddy)
[Chorus: 8 Ball - repeat 2X]
What it do baby girl
Get on the dance floor
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
[Verse 1: MJG]
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J take you to places that you never went
One room one night for every day spent
Knocking a dent in the sheetrock she's hot
Got them legs fanned open like a peacock
I saw her dancing in the club with her new outfit
Her hair and her nails did show me love
Ya man say he got good green show me some bud
Give me the real hook up price like I'm ya cuz
Baby see I'm above the bullshit and the playing
Them hoes you listening to don't know what they saying
They relaying that he say she say language
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swang it
M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
Just wanna add something new to the list
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Money make the world go round that's what they say
Conversation rules the nation in every way
My mind thinking shit and I say it before I know
I'm at the condo busting condoms on the floor
We keep the crunk hyper than any who use a mic
We do the kinda music the pretty women gone like
A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes
A round cinibun head under them clothes
I know you wanna go and smoke out
Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House
You and me bring your friend that make three
I bet I can make you feel so sexy
Let the drank flow and burn the best dro
Put ya drank down and go hit the dancefloor
Make a nigga wanna get withcha and spend dough
Love what you do to me mami I wanna know
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
My yak spilling full of that hay I'm feeling right
Spend the night with me let's wake up and take a flight
[MJG]
She'll suck a nigga dick for the flight but don't bite
We gone keep it on the low no gossip and no hype
[8 Ball]
My rubber on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday
[MJG]
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like Cunta Kintae
[8 Ball]
So will you dip with me baby girl
On a trip around the world while I play with your curls
[MJG]
Play with your titty nipples will that make your toes curl
You a bad motherfucker baby its your world
[8 Ball]
I know I'm coming on strong but that's me
Whatever you want I can do it correctly
[MJG]
So get ya mind right baby you Tina and I'm Ike
Bring that ass over here dance with Ike or we gone fight
[Chorus]
What it do baby girl
Get on the dance floor
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
[Verse 1: MJG]
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J take you to places that you never went
One room one night for every day spent
Knocking a dent in the sheetrock she's hot
Got them legs fanned open like a peacock
I saw her dancing in the club with her new outfit
Her hair and her nails did show me love
Ya man say he got good green show me some bud
Give me the real hook up price like I'm ya cuz
Baby see I'm above the bullshit and the playing
Them hoes you listening to don't know what they saying
They relaying that he say she say language
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swang it
M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
Just wanna add something new to the list
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Money make the world go round that's what they say
Conversation rules the nation in every way
My mind thinking shit and I say it before I know
I'm at the condo busting condoms on the floor
We keep the crunk hyper than any who use a mic
We do the kinda music the pretty women gone like
A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes
A round cinibun head under them clothes
I know you wanna go and smoke out
Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House
You and me bring your friend that make three
I bet I can make you feel so sexy
Let the drank flow and burn the best dro
Put ya drank down and go hit the dancefloor
Make a nigga wanna get withcha and spend dough
Love what you do to me mami I wanna know
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
My yak spilling full of that hay I'm feeling right
Spend the night with me let's wake up and take a flight
[MJG]
She'll suck a nigga dick for the flight but don't bite
We gone keep it on the low no gossip and no hype
[8 Ball]
My rubber on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday
[MJG]
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like Cunta Kintae
[8 Ball]
So will you dip with me baby girl
On a trip around the world while I play with your curls
[MJG]
Play with your titty nipples will that make your toes curl
You a bad motherfucker baby its your world
[8 Ball]
I know I'm coming on strong but that's me
Whatever you want I can do it correctly
[MJG]
So get ya mind right baby you Tina and I'm Ike
Bring that ass over here dance with Ike or we gone fight
[Chorus]
Forever lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Lloyd)
Ooh la la Bangladesh..
Hey...
[Hook - Lloyd]
See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Til then its back to hustling with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
[MJG]
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts
[Hook]
[Eightball]
Yeah man..
Sticky weed kicking in, big Ball steppin in
Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent
Bounce, if you feeling what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggas die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not how it be on T.V
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga
[Hook]
[MJG]
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like its usually the ones that's right by ya
FIRE!
[Eightball]
Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talking down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
[Hook]
Hey...
[Hook - Lloyd]
See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Til then its back to hustling with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
[MJG]
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts
[Hook]
[Eightball]
Yeah man..
Sticky weed kicking in, big Ball steppin in
Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent
Bounce, if you feeling what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggas die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not how it be on T.V
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga
[Hook]
[MJG]
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like its usually the ones that's right by ya
FIRE!
[Eightball]
Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talking down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
[Hook]
Look At The Grillz lyrics 8ball & MJG (feat. T.I., Twista)
[Chorus]
Look at the grill [4x]
[2x]
this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
[T.I.]
(hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)
chevy super clean, two or three screens
watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam
just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king
this green I smoke we call it drow
its dead-liest from memphis Tenn
you see my folk we ain't no joke
don't turn this into a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
should not since my early teens
but I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring
hey! I thought you were running things
all you did was run the screens
must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
see it on the bush let it burn like Usher
click, click, bang you can end the discussion
ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing
the lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
act a fool if you wanna
lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
he acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin
somebody phinna to have put (&#&#*^%)
I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
take a special kind of nigga to defies me
similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93
niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're trying' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
and killers true niggaz gonna ride me
[chorus (2x)]
[Twista]
take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth
looking just like the rims on the chevy
pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
on some 24 omegas and gator grill
fuck a twist. fuck you bitch
I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
roman gold shine so hard
niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit
I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch
specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
and the bubbles in the hummer truck
when you see a nigga cruise through
niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
mother fucker wanna take my style
cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
and the haters wanna see me fall
how can I let y'all niggaz play me
shited on their good then I pull up
from my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG
twista bitch and I from the shy
with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
and pulling up in cool whips that's fly
still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe
[chorus (2x)]
[8ball]
old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken
money players is demon like I'm willy beaming
like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen
she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one
forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun
[MJG]
don't try to ever take my cash from me
you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy
like that's my last money
this for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
we don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later
but I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters
and I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator
down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it
the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin
[chorus (2x)]
Look at the grill [4x]
[2x]
this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
[T.I.]
(hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)
chevy super clean, two or three screens
watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam
just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king
this green I smoke we call it drow
its dead-liest from memphis Tenn
you see my folk we ain't no joke
don't turn this into a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
should not since my early teens
but I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring
hey! I thought you were running things
all you did was run the screens
must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
see it on the bush let it burn like Usher
click, click, bang you can end the discussion
ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing
the lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
act a fool if you wanna
lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
he acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin
somebody phinna to have put (&#&#*^%)
I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
take a special kind of nigga to defies me
similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93
niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're trying' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
and killers true niggaz gonna ride me
[chorus (2x)]
[Twista]
take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth
looking just like the rims on the chevy
pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
on some 24 omegas and gator grill
fuck a twist. fuck you bitch
I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
roman gold shine so hard
niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit
I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch
specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
and the bubbles in the hummer truck
when you see a nigga cruise through
niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
mother fucker wanna take my style
cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
and the haters wanna see me fall
how can I let y'all niggaz play me
shited on their good then I pull up
from my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG
twista bitch and I from the shy
with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
and pulling up in cool whips that's fly
still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe
[chorus (2x)]
[8ball]
old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken
money players is demon like I'm willy beaming
like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen
she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one
forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun
[MJG]
don't try to ever take my cash from me
you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy
like that's my last money
this for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
we don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later
but I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters
and I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator
down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it
the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin
[chorus (2x)]
Don't Make lyrics - 8Ball & MJG
[Chorus 2x]
Don't make (Don't make)
Me Kill (Me kill)
No motherfucking body in here (in here)
I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot)
Three shots (Three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
You Got Me Fucked Up
We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets
Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit
MJ Ripping Holes In Bodyguards
Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard
And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin
I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living
You Standin To Close Partner
You Askin To Much Baby
You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy
(8-ball)
Yea maine these niggas
coming round talking bout they hot
but they not
fucking with fatboy mj
nigga we the truth
holla at playa maine
streets or the booth
we popping at you haters main
Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz
take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know
(niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the dow (hit the dow)
[Chorus 2x]
[8 Ball]
I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana
abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from
squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips
[MJG]
We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's
on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing
big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar
[Chorus 2x]
[MJG]
Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties
out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was a man you starting to
look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head
maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man
[8 Ball]
Not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game I do it like a G you ain't
fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz die the day niggaz ride and
don't need a reason why it's money and the power the week they get devowered them boyz they disrespect wit bullets they
get showered
[Chorus 2x]
Don't make (Don't make)
Me Kill (Me kill)
No motherfucking body in here (in here)
I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot)
Three shots (Three shots)
Somebody done made me hot (me hot)
You Got Me Fucked Up
We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets
Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit
MJ Ripping Holes In Bodyguards
Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard
And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin
I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living
You Standin To Close Partner
You Askin To Much Baby
You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy
(8-ball)
Yea maine these niggas
coming round talking bout they hot
but they not
fucking with fatboy mj
nigga we the truth
holla at playa maine
streets or the booth
we popping at you haters main
Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz
take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know
(niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the dow (hit the dow)
[Chorus 2x]
[8 Ball]
I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana
abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from
squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips
[MJG]
We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's
on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing
big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar
[Chorus 2x]
[MJG]
Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties
out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was a man you starting to
look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head
maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man
[8 Ball]
Not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game I do it like a G you ain't
fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz die the day niggaz ride and
don't need a reason why it's money and the power the week they get devowered them boyz they disrespect wit bullets they
get showered
[Chorus 2x]
Confessions lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. Poo Bear)
[Poo Bear]
And it's hard
hard
[8 Ball]
Yea yea sittin looking out my window the streets I see ain't pretty
Sometimes I wonder if I was born rich with plenty
Money, and everyday was sunny didn't no rain fall
Life was beautiful like the colors of a rainbow
Would I be the same prim row all my niggaz know
If I didn't have to learn to beat them streets and get that dough
What if I never witnessed killings with my own two eyes
Bussin leave they own folks layin in the street to die
Life without respective if every second I was shakin
cause I injected dope in my veins
Divide and strain could I describe pain could I
describe livin life without desire mayne
Could I survive if I couldn't rap or entertain alive
and free you can't beat it
Who can you blame my world is like a picture and the frame
The picture might change but the frame stays the same
[Chorus]
Hustling waiting on tomorrow
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[MJG]
What if you was on the other end of the bullet
When a killer wanna pull it would it seem like
The light flash in front of your face
Or would you run real slow like I ran in my dream like
Just the other day I tried to be a hero but it wasn't the side of me
Or maybe it just wasn't the time to be but if the shoe had to fit then I would be
Ahead of the game playin the part I bring it all into the light from out of the dark
I hit the bat into the ball and out of the park
And live with the question alone that's meddlin hard
What if you had to live under the bridge and do anything just to feed your kids
Think about that and the deed you did the first thing that impress me kid
Oh yes you did and I ain't even tryna choke your chain or pull your leg
and I ain't even tryna fuck with your head and I ain't even tryna sweat this shit
Just spit these messages cause I'm blessed with it
What if you had the chance to be able to switch hands with me or anyone you see
And if you really wanna take it deep this shit not quanum to me
For one and each and each and all for the sci-fi mat more religious superstitious
Politicious and all the listeners with us this shit be cold as Christmas
So put your head to the sky say a prayer for the sick and the old the young and the weak
For the bombs and the single moms with six kids askin for something to eat
[Chorus]
Hustling waiting on tomorrow
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[Poo Bear]
And when you get up they seem to hold you down
Down to the ground gotta stay focused with your eyes opened wide
See the sun rise I keep my hands on the steering wheel when I'm creepin up 75
(woo woo woo) changing lanes on the regular talkin on my cellular fast
Watching cause they wanna take me away
I'm just trying to feed my babies face
But I'm just hustling I'm waiting on tomorrow
[Chorus] cuts in
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[Poo Bear]
And the only way is to keep your head on right
Oh yea
And it's hard
hard
[8 Ball]
Yea yea sittin looking out my window the streets I see ain't pretty
Sometimes I wonder if I was born rich with plenty
Money, and everyday was sunny didn't no rain fall
Life was beautiful like the colors of a rainbow
Would I be the same prim row all my niggaz know
If I didn't have to learn to beat them streets and get that dough
What if I never witnessed killings with my own two eyes
Bussin leave they own folks layin in the street to die
Life without respective if every second I was shakin
cause I injected dope in my veins
Divide and strain could I describe pain could I
describe livin life without desire mayne
Could I survive if I couldn't rap or entertain alive
and free you can't beat it
Who can you blame my world is like a picture and the frame
The picture might change but the frame stays the same
[Chorus]
Hustling waiting on tomorrow
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[MJG]
What if you was on the other end of the bullet
When a killer wanna pull it would it seem like
The light flash in front of your face
Or would you run real slow like I ran in my dream like
Just the other day I tried to be a hero but it wasn't the side of me
Or maybe it just wasn't the time to be but if the shoe had to fit then I would be
Ahead of the game playin the part I bring it all into the light from out of the dark
I hit the bat into the ball and out of the park
And live with the question alone that's meddlin hard
What if you had to live under the bridge and do anything just to feed your kids
Think about that and the deed you did the first thing that impress me kid
Oh yes you did and I ain't even tryna choke your chain or pull your leg
and I ain't even tryna fuck with your head and I ain't even tryna sweat this shit
Just spit these messages cause I'm blessed with it
What if you had the chance to be able to switch hands with me or anyone you see
And if you really wanna take it deep this shit not quanum to me
For one and each and each and all for the sci-fi mat more religious superstitious
Politicious and all the listeners with us this shit be cold as Christmas
So put your head to the sky say a prayer for the sick and the old the young and the weak
For the bombs and the single moms with six kids askin for something to eat
[Chorus]
Hustling waiting on tomorrow
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[Poo Bear]
And when you get up they seem to hold you down
Down to the ground gotta stay focused with your eyes opened wide
See the sun rise I keep my hands on the steering wheel when I'm creepin up 75
(woo woo woo) changing lanes on the regular talkin on my cellular fast
Watching cause they wanna take me away
I'm just trying to feed my babies face
But I'm just hustling I'm waiting on tomorrow
[Chorus] cuts in
Living life in the fast lane
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
Sitting here waiting on tomorrow
Putting paper away
Cause no one ever knows
No one ever knows
[Poo Bear]
And the only way is to keep your head on right
Oh yea
I Know U lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[Eightball]
Eightball, the one you know from bustin' flows
Bout that real shit and bout these shady ass hoes
I hit the block when I was 12 and I ain't never leavin'
Kept a grip and kept on tippin' right through drought season
Never been a hater even at my lowest level
Some niggaz get some change and sell they soul to the Devil
I'm drinkin' Dom, man I'm chiefin' on some green sticky
Space Age Pimpin' and my real niggaz rollin' with me
Glocks and K's and Rugers with the rubber grip
Got 'Tel two-way transmittin' on my hip
Keep it real with them niggaz that be real with me
Orange Mile forever reppin' Memphis, Tennessee - MJG
[MJG]
Him and me, me and him, that's how we rolled
Over ten million records sold, Platinum and Gold
We broke the mold, ain't no duplicatin' the two
who makin' hit shit in clutch situations
and demonstratin' the real quality of a team which consists of
Eightball & MJG, we do this shit 'cause it feel good
First of all, we sacrificed for it
But afford it, then motherfuckers sheist for it
In the jungle of concrete just within one beat
of the heart you can be taken apart
Ain't no regret but scars from my battlin' hard tactics
I think I'll roll with the paper, you can keep the plastic
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
[Eightball]
I've seen a lot of niggaz come and go
Saw some shit fall and seen a lot of shit grow
Money here, money gone like a magic trick
Real hustlers hustle with or without that shit
I get my grind on daily 'cause I wanna see
Me and my niggaz gettin' paid 'til we elderly
And it ain't hard if we all put that work in
Keep it twerkin 'til they close the fuckin' curtains
We all dream and we all have fantasies
Every nigga wanna buy that house for mama G
But life is like a roll of the dice, right
Sometimes you win and sometimes you just might
Lose it all, fucked up sick and don't know what to do
That's when you find out who really down to bust for you
I rock and roll from my heart and let my soul glow
And don't worry about what a nigga think he know, ya know?
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
[MJG]
Nothin' but 24/7 - 365
Eleven to eleven I be off in the fire
of this revolution, the solution is what I'm spittin'
Fat stacks of green backs is what I'm gettin'
Jaw bones and microphones, that's what I'm hittin'
I'm hangin' on the edge of the cliff with no mittens
Thick flickin', chrome smokin', preferred potion
Man will never touch my flow, deep as the ocean
When you go down too far and you - can't seem to light
Best to look out for that pressure baby, it bust pipes
I got too much fight - in my heart, body, my insight
is magnifyed a thousand times, more than the average guys
My status lies right before you with no disguise
The black mack is here to step up and so I rise
My shit has gone way past cold, it's freeze dry
One brain can't do what I do, you need five
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
Eightball, the one you know from bustin' flows
Bout that real shit and bout these shady ass hoes
I hit the block when I was 12 and I ain't never leavin'
Kept a grip and kept on tippin' right through drought season
Never been a hater even at my lowest level
Some niggaz get some change and sell they soul to the Devil
I'm drinkin' Dom, man I'm chiefin' on some green sticky
Space Age Pimpin' and my real niggaz rollin' with me
Glocks and K's and Rugers with the rubber grip
Got 'Tel two-way transmittin' on my hip
Keep it real with them niggaz that be real with me
Orange Mile forever reppin' Memphis, Tennessee - MJG
[MJG]
Him and me, me and him, that's how we rolled
Over ten million records sold, Platinum and Gold
We broke the mold, ain't no duplicatin' the two
who makin' hit shit in clutch situations
and demonstratin' the real quality of a team which consists of
Eightball & MJG, we do this shit 'cause it feel good
First of all, we sacrificed for it
But afford it, then motherfuckers sheist for it
In the jungle of concrete just within one beat
of the heart you can be taken apart
Ain't no regret but scars from my battlin' hard tactics
I think I'll roll with the paper, you can keep the plastic
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
[Eightball]
I've seen a lot of niggaz come and go
Saw some shit fall and seen a lot of shit grow
Money here, money gone like a magic trick
Real hustlers hustle with or without that shit
I get my grind on daily 'cause I wanna see
Me and my niggaz gettin' paid 'til we elderly
And it ain't hard if we all put that work in
Keep it twerkin 'til they close the fuckin' curtains
We all dream and we all have fantasies
Every nigga wanna buy that house for mama G
But life is like a roll of the dice, right
Sometimes you win and sometimes you just might
Lose it all, fucked up sick and don't know what to do
That's when you find out who really down to bust for you
I rock and roll from my heart and let my soul glow
And don't worry about what a nigga think he know, ya know?
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
[MJG]
Nothin' but 24/7 - 365
Eleven to eleven I be off in the fire
of this revolution, the solution is what I'm spittin'
Fat stacks of green backs is what I'm gettin'
Jaw bones and microphones, that's what I'm hittin'
I'm hangin' on the edge of the cliff with no mittens
Thick flickin', chrome smokin', preferred potion
Man will never touch my flow, deep as the ocean
When you go down too far and you - can't seem to light
Best to look out for that pressure baby, it bust pipes
I got too much fight - in my heart, body, my insight
is magnifyed a thousand times, more than the average guys
My status lies right before you with no disguise
The black mack is here to step up and so I rise
My shit has gone way past cold, it's freeze dry
One brain can't do what I do, you need five
[Chorus]
I know you niggaz got doe
I saw you in them videos
I know you niggaz stay high
I saw you at the club right?
I know you niggaz keep hoes
I saw you with them freak hoes
I know you niggaz got it made
I saw you on the front page
Collard Greens lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[CHORUS: Both 2x]
Niggaz aint fuckin with us
Cause we strapped with them guns
And we always shoot 'em
Nigga u got us fucked up
Aint no hater in us
We some real muthufuckas baby
[Eightball]
Nigga I clown fo' mine
I get it down fo' mine
If neccesary pull shit and bust a round fo' mine
You know my sound design
For niggaz street encline
Southern niggas on tha grind
Shine and recline
I stay hard like fake tits
Dig like ice-picks
Disrespect the 'Slab' and yo wig I might split
You hide we find you
Creep up from behind you
And leave you with some heat that will always remind you
[MJG]
Because of that big trigget
You niggaz need to quit givin cheese out
You probably wear your knee's out
Yo' wife wanna leave out
But when she pull them keys out
A bunch of that please baby please
What it be'z bout
But what we be'z bout is big body
When we roll up in ya after party
Been smokin wait but hold up, stop, dont tell nobody
Stage holda, mic controller, money gripper
Toe tipper, nigga big time hoe flipper
[CHORUS: 2x]
[MJG]
When I roll bitches
Lyrical lethal like it was dope hard Moonshine
Niggaz playin like cartoon time
He get tucked in the dark room time
To a busta who done died, why?
All because he tried
What? To tell the truth about some shit
But that nigga lied
Talkin about he dont bump us in his ride
Nigga FUCK you
And the horse you rode on too
You cant fuck with me
Unless you stressed to be an absentee perminately
[Eightball]
I dont bard no nigga talkin bout what he got
Until you show me somethin nigga you just talkin alot
Niggaz love to start shit
Poppin that hard shit
Catch them alone and they convert to a broad quik
Where them niggaz at?
Who you said got yo back dawg?
(Ball they all fake, they puttin on a act dawg)
Yeah you niggaz be trippin thinkin shit is sweet dawg
We gon' keep it raw until all my niggaz eat dawg
[MJG]
Im a cool nigga
But sometimes I act a fool nigga
Im certified in takin bitces to school nigga
The rule is for MJG to stack paper
And fuck bitch niggaz up when they act hata
[Eightball]
Big ball, MJG
We do it for the streets
For them niggaz and them bitches tryna get up on they feet
Haters get a hollow tip deep off in they fo'head
All over some punk shit that bitch shouldnt have neva said
[MJG]
We got plenty connections
In all of the preferred sections
Potent elections fo' big playaz and bitches sexin
Eigthball and MJG
Consider reckless, flawless
You got blessed the day you saw this
[Eightball]
Nigga realize u cant fuck with this
Get it hype, get it crunk, get it buck up in this bitch
Take no nigga Space Age
Thug up in this shit
Eightball, MJG we wuz up
Up in this bitch
[CHORUS: 2x]
Niggaz aint fuckin with us
Cause we strapped with them guns
And we always shoot 'em
Nigga u got us fucked up
Aint no hater in us
We some real muthufuckas baby
[Eightball]
Nigga I clown fo' mine
I get it down fo' mine
If neccesary pull shit and bust a round fo' mine
You know my sound design
For niggaz street encline
Southern niggas on tha grind
Shine and recline
I stay hard like fake tits
Dig like ice-picks
Disrespect the 'Slab' and yo wig I might split
You hide we find you
Creep up from behind you
And leave you with some heat that will always remind you
[MJG]
Because of that big trigget
You niggaz need to quit givin cheese out
You probably wear your knee's out
Yo' wife wanna leave out
But when she pull them keys out
A bunch of that please baby please
What it be'z bout
But what we be'z bout is big body
When we roll up in ya after party
Been smokin wait but hold up, stop, dont tell nobody
Stage holda, mic controller, money gripper
Toe tipper, nigga big time hoe flipper
[CHORUS: 2x]
[MJG]
When I roll bitches
Lyrical lethal like it was dope hard Moonshine
Niggaz playin like cartoon time
He get tucked in the dark room time
To a busta who done died, why?
All because he tried
What? To tell the truth about some shit
But that nigga lied
Talkin about he dont bump us in his ride
Nigga FUCK you
And the horse you rode on too
You cant fuck with me
Unless you stressed to be an absentee perminately
[Eightball]
I dont bard no nigga talkin bout what he got
Until you show me somethin nigga you just talkin alot
Niggaz love to start shit
Poppin that hard shit
Catch them alone and they convert to a broad quik
Where them niggaz at?
Who you said got yo back dawg?
(Ball they all fake, they puttin on a act dawg)
Yeah you niggaz be trippin thinkin shit is sweet dawg
We gon' keep it raw until all my niggaz eat dawg
[MJG]
Im a cool nigga
But sometimes I act a fool nigga
Im certified in takin bitces to school nigga
The rule is for MJG to stack paper
And fuck bitch niggaz up when they act hata
[Eightball]
Big ball, MJG
We do it for the streets
For them niggaz and them bitches tryna get up on they feet
Haters get a hollow tip deep off in they fo'head
All over some punk shit that bitch shouldnt have neva said
[MJG]
We got plenty connections
In all of the preferred sections
Potent elections fo' big playaz and bitches sexin
Eigthball and MJG
Consider reckless, flawless
You got blessed the day you saw this
[Eightball]
Nigga realize u cant fuck with this
Get it hype, get it crunk, get it buck up in this bitch
Take no nigga Space Age
Thug up in this shit
Eightball, MJG we wuz up
Up in this bitch
[CHORUS: 2x]
Pimp Shit lyrics - 8ball & MJG
[MJG]
You can count on this pimpin', I got them Budweiser horse women
Black mack, make a rookie divorce pimpin'
I didn't read about it, I was born with it and exercised
First I came with a game plan (what) next I tried it
Now what you know about that money in her snatch
When she promised you that she was givin' you the whole stack
Can't be no lover slash pimp nigga, or a player slash good boy
You either be real or Mr. Goodjoy
Cause ain't no such thing as love at first sight
But it's a such thing that you was on them drugs the first night
It's mandatory for me to appeal to the women
Keep it real with the women, but let them tricks deal with the women
And when you in the field with them women
Watch 'em, they start talkin' love shit stop 'em
Cause ain't no hoe supposed to have no emotions
Her job is to keep a trick broken and hopeless
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[Eightball]
I bust nuts on the face of slut hoes
And hang at the club with dope dealers and cutthroats
Never been one of them niggaz that would save a hoe
Bitch you know the score, you can get your shit and hit the door
Never slippin', you trippin' if you think you pimpin'
Hoes comin' up if they in front of you strippin'
Trickin', that pussy wet lookin' finger lickin'
Tradin' big faces hopin' you can stick your dick in
And she will do whatever for a dollar bill
Suck dick and lick clit on them X pills
High heels and big thighs make a dick ride
Make a nigga spend a grip and think of plenty lies
Lookin' deep in your eyes and don't mean none of it
I got the pie, you got to work if you want some of this
Where you from bitch, don't nothin' come easily
I got somethin' for you if you got somethin' for me
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[MJG]
For four and a quarter you can get a hoe and a order
A Barbie doll bitch or a hoe from across the border
A loose bitch, a tight bitch, whatever you like
With the certain group of paint brushin' bitches consider priceless
Nut drinkers, butt spankers, dominatrix
Most ain't really with that rough shit but some can take it
One hundred percent born and bred, pimp type
Hoes make my money off of goin' to bed
[Eightball]
Givin' head, hookin' niggaz like a cigarette
Niggaz plea and pay fees, just to get a hit
Skin tight, with no hair so you can see the clit
White hoes, black hoes and hoes that Hispanic
Pierced tongue feel good when she workin' wood
Platinum Visa, PIN numbers and them check books
Turn it in, help a nigga get a new Benz
Turn out your friend, let me be both of y'all man
[Chorus - X3]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
You can count on this pimpin', I got them Budweiser horse women
Black mack, make a rookie divorce pimpin'
I didn't read about it, I was born with it and exercised
First I came with a game plan (what) next I tried it
Now what you know about that money in her snatch
When she promised you that she was givin' you the whole stack
Can't be no lover slash pimp nigga, or a player slash good boy
You either be real or Mr. Goodjoy
Cause ain't no such thing as love at first sight
But it's a such thing that you was on them drugs the first night
It's mandatory for me to appeal to the women
Keep it real with the women, but let them tricks deal with the women
And when you in the field with them women
Watch 'em, they start talkin' love shit stop 'em
Cause ain't no hoe supposed to have no emotions
Her job is to keep a trick broken and hopeless
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[Eightball]
I bust nuts on the face of slut hoes
And hang at the club with dope dealers and cutthroats
Never been one of them niggaz that would save a hoe
Bitch you know the score, you can get your shit and hit the door
Never slippin', you trippin' if you think you pimpin'
Hoes comin' up if they in front of you strippin'
Trickin', that pussy wet lookin' finger lickin'
Tradin' big faces hopin' you can stick your dick in
And she will do whatever for a dollar bill
Suck dick and lick clit on them X pills
High heels and big thighs make a dick ride
Make a nigga spend a grip and think of plenty lies
Lookin' deep in your eyes and don't mean none of it
I got the pie, you got to work if you want some of this
Where you from bitch, don't nothin' come easily
I got somethin' for you if you got somethin' for me
[Chorus - X2]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
[MJG]
For four and a quarter you can get a hoe and a order
A Barbie doll bitch or a hoe from across the border
A loose bitch, a tight bitch, whatever you like
With the certain group of paint brushin' bitches consider priceless
Nut drinkers, butt spankers, dominatrix
Most ain't really with that rough shit but some can take it
One hundred percent born and bred, pimp type
Hoes make my money off of goin' to bed
[Eightball]
Givin' head, hookin' niggaz like a cigarette
Niggaz plea and pay fees, just to get a hit
Skin tight, with no hair so you can see the clit
White hoes, black hoes and hoes that Hispanic
Pierced tongue feel good when she workin' wood
Platinum Visa, PIN numbers and them check books
Turn it in, help a nigga get a new Benz
Turn out your friend, let me be both of y'all man
[Chorus - X3]
This is pimp shit, you hoes got to deal with
No nonsense, bitch, that's what this is
Pimp shit, you hoes gon' respect this
Real nigga shit and ain't scared to check a bitch
Buck Bounce lyrics - 8ball & MJG (feat. DJ Quik)
[Eightball]
Whats the deal
Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a nigga was the worst
You can't fuck with the one
Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
The nigga with the most of dis
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the shit, Broke the shit
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic niggas take shit
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]
Whats the deal
Whats up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get like that, gimme head in the Benz
I love a chick that suck dick like that
Dirty, Southern gritty
Bouncin' through yo' city
2000 Rocketship sittin' on some chrome 20's
Choppin', collar poppin', platinum droppin'
Space Age 4 Eva means that we will not be stoppin' (Yea Yea)
Eightball, MJG, DJ Quik collaboration across the nation
Hittin' licks, shawty me and my niggas so official with it
Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it
Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
[Chorus 2X: Eightball]
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet and help me get it
Crunk, Crunk
Everybody up in here let me see ya
Bounce, Bounce
If a nigga trippin we gone make them heaters
Buck, Buck
Dime pieces let me see you make that ass
[MJG]
I'm a killer with the mic
Before I get buck with the gun
1-9-7-2 was the birth
Tell a nigga was the worst
You can't fuck with the one
Nigga take ya foot out ya mouth
Get ya ass off the couch
MJG bringin the heat when Quik droppin' this beat
I know that ya'll can rap, but I'ma rock this beat
Breakin 'em off with dope seeds
The nigga with the most of dis
Coast to coast to hit
Roll the shit, Broke the shit
Kept somkin'
Then put it down on tape again
I got a fifth of Hen
Fifth of Gin
A fifth for now
And a fifth for then
Takin my time
Take it down shot for shot
You ain't got Con-gac it's not the spine
I got a stack of hoes
Matter a fact a nigga smackin' hoes
Straight up mack them hoes
If you a platinum hoe,
You gotta keep workin' the bitch
Don't stop and relax them hoes
A lot of niggas be claimin' to pimp
And a whole lot of pimpin' what a nigga be talkin' about
But when a bitch tell a nigga to spend some money
The mothafuckas still be walkin 'em out
Takin 'em home, givin 'em cheese, beggin 'em please
Talkin' about he'll take my ki's, big trick
See I was born to pimp for this shit
MJG equipped for this shit
Ain't no niggas in here found time
Fake ass niggas is scared of my rhyme
Pimp tight, break a bitch quick
Futuristic niggas take shit
[Chorus 2x]
[DJ Quik]
P-I-M-P unified, MJG and Q gone try
See me gettin' down with Ball in the lopes with a bomb full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him 3 times, he gone pay
Sidetrack, forgot your point
It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that
Get your peeps up off my cheese
Put your money in the pot, go squeeze
See the bright red dice just die
Shoot a whole meal, I might just try
18 thou with the jewelery on the floor
When I hit a lick don't flex no more
Gamblin', scramblin' tryin' to get up out the hood
Nothin' but scavengers and the bettin' ain't good
Show me where it's sunny at, where it's funny at
Hoes with the polished toes, I'm a money cat
Tip toe blow walkin' on a rift raft
Put that shit back in ya pocket I don't sniff that
I'm lookin for the bud, and the brew
and some X with a broad with some thug in her jewels
(Got Sex) 6 uniforms all on my back
I was gone chill to, they didn't peep that
Had to be something else to make them irate
Give a nigga a minute let me clean the slate
No, I ain't have sex with ya wife
No, I ain't make threats on ya life
Bitch, help me get my mind off this shit with an ounce
I don't wanna see, I wanna feel you
[Chorus 2x]
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