Trick Daddy - Back By Thug Demand (2006) by Trick Daddy (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Young Buck)

[Trick Daddy:]
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed thy be thy name, thy kingdom come
All our G's would've been gone (would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)

[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal and done seen niggaz kill
And them same niggaz there, them be the main ones that tell
There's a lotta tension in the air, so nigga easy on them pills
I rather be the bitch that's squeezing than the nigga that's bleeding
See I'ma drink my liquor and I'ma smoke my weed
And I'ma stay far away from y'all buster motherfuckers
Y'all sucker motherfuckers, man fuck you motherfuckers
I'm being convicted of a thug living and drug dealing
Been a two time convicted felon ever since I was a lil' nigga
My first words was curse words, shit, the first bid I did I was just a lil' kid
And I was raised by pimps, hoes and mobsters
Taught the game by dope boys and robbers
I ran the steets with goons, I broke the rules with fools
I used to take my motherfucking tool to school

[Chorus: Trick]
See I been thuggin all my life, trying to live right, you ain't even got ask
I got that Hen in my cup, smoke in my lungs, what you know about that
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You already know (straight up), You already know (straight up)
You alread know (straight up), Straight up (straight up)

[Verse 2: Buck]
These feds crazy trying to take me down and book me
Throw me on death row and do me like Big Tookie
Got me running from them rookies and poppin at the seargent
Tried to tell not to push me now look what you done started
And you got these rap artists thats beefing on these songs
But I really will kill so I'm leaving that alone
I'm a grown ass man that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn right I know they mad, cuz half of em' losing
I slip a another clip into my A.K.
Stay with Trick in M.I.A. when I come and get the yae
See the Chevy got a stash spot
I can fit a hundred in the back and just mash out
Hope I make it home, it they catch me then I'm gone
So we put it on the line
Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle til' you shine

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick]
My blood line is a level above the thug line
And according to the cat scan I ain't a ordinary man
See I run off oil and I breathe off chronic
I power up off money like a motherfucking bionic
I travel through time with a military mind
Strapped with a Russian A.K. and a German made nine
And don't mad at the [?] they ain't the one trying to attack us
It's slimy ass niggaz and red neck ass crackers
Y'all better lower your weapons (lower your weapons)
Before my niggaz get to steppin
Cuz shit can get real crazy if it was a thug invasion
Imagine a whole bunch of Cuban niggaz and Haitians
Rebellion on your ass
For the shit you did to us in the past
See y'all [?] and even arrested fiends
It took you fifteen years to close the ave
It's going to be twenty more before they close the ?
Now where my motherfucking twenty one soldiers at
Now where my D Boy big gun toters at

[Chorus]

[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips
Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks
Still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that
You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet that
I smoke, I drank boy you can bet that
22's, 24's all we roll... I'm a dunk rider fa' sho

[Verse 1]
Everyday me and my dog we wylin
7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'
And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'
Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me
They already know, how I let him go
Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral
How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?
I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yall
Tryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah
Why you hatin on a nigga like that
Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back
I know some niggaz don't like this
But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this
Fuck niggaz done made me mad
I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Hey
I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed
Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy
If you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)
Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy
I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law"
Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All
Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all
Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper
Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater
Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her
Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator
Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A
Finna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay
Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play
Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}]
(In the club wit my dogs we wylin'
Two straight coup grey dome ridin)
Look at cha boy go so many hoes
Look in his mouf he got so many gold
(Im sippin and I'm goin'
Whole click, that's how we rollin')
Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know
(And that's everywhere that we go)
All I wanna do is
Drive my Chevy through years
And let 'em sweat the candy paint
Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yes
Niggaz like, "Who painted that?"
Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere
Tweety seat with the digital dash
And a swat just right in the ass
{They wanna know what I got in here
I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here}
They ain't neva heard nuthin like that
And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
{I love aggressive music
I smoke, I listen to it}
I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it

[Chorus]

(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)
My shit is platinum,
these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm to smart for this cause,
all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house,
when I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer,
round winter time just rent it out
See I ain't none of them,
who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend,
and floss in him mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene,
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee,
ain't nan nigga like me
What kind of shit you on,
wearin' f**kin' rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son,
Them ain't f**kin' diamonds,
So you gonna f**k around,
and get gangrene at the arm
Who'd rob and kill one,
over some mother-f**kin' slum
Your chain is crazy,
that shit for gazey
and it ain't real,
unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it...
you shouldn't have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
thats f**kin' gold plated!

(Chorus)

(BABY)
16 out the house,
17 gold mouth,
18 on the block,
Nigga got them thangs out,
Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail
Real n(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)
My shit is platinum,
these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm to smart for this cause,
all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house,
when I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer,
round winter time just rent it out
See I ain't none of them,
who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend,
and floss in him mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene,
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee,
ain't nan nigga like me
What kind of shit you on,
wearin' f**kin' rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son,
Them ain't f**kin' diamonds,
So you gonna f**k around,
and get gangrene at the arm
Who'd rob and kill one,
over some mother-f**kin' slum
Your chain is crazy,
that shit for gazey
and it ain't real,
unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it...
you shouldn't have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
thats f**kin' gold plated!

(Chorus)

(BABY)
16 out the house,
17 gold mouth,
18 on the block,
Nigga got them thangs out,
Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail
Real nigga's do real thangs,
you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell,
know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dade County,
Nigga's movin' pounds of bail
So fresh,so bright with the ice,
Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,
Cali got my back,
I'm strapped nigga and prephase,
doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right
for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right,
M.O.B. to a bitch,
made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit,
ballin'one them bitches,
shock callin' on them bitches,
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(Chorus)

(TRICK DADDY)
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,
See my shit blindin'
his shit don't shine,
cause that shit ain't real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,
just like Flinstones,
and he had his "Roley" on,
but I ain't even notice his arm,
but his diamonds cloudy,
and he ain't shiny,
and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"
Oh man, this nigga trippin!
See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga,
actin' cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets,
wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends,
are breakin' thangs in,
Invest in a smaller hit town,
shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down
We gettin' top dollar,
cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson,
cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar,
we gettin' money holla
Rollin' hard with five fives,
real f**king street ballers


I did five trucks since the first quarter,
I'm on the right path at this rate,
I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that,
tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

tuck, tuck that, ice in
You aint, you aint, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in,
you ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)
My shit is platinum,
these assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm to smart for this cause,
all my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house,
when I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer,
round winter time just rent it out
See I ain't none of them,
who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend,
and floss in him mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene,
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee,
ain't nan nigga like me
What kind of shit you on,
wearin' f**kin' rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son,
Them ain't f**kin' diamonds,
So you gonna f**k around,
and get gangrene at the arm
Who'd rob and kill one,
over some mother-f**kin' slum
Your chain is crazy,
that shit for gazey
and it ain't real,
unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it...
you shouldn't have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
thats f**kin' gold plated!

(Chorus)

(BABY)
16 out the house,
17 gold mouth,
18 on the block,
Nigga got them thangs out,
Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail
Real nigga's do real thangs,
you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell,
know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dade County,
Nigga's movin' pounds of bail
So fresh,so bright with the ice,
Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,
Cali got my back,
I'm strapped nigga and prephase,
doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right
for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right,
M.O.B. to a bitch,
made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit,
ballin'one them bitches,
shock callin' on them bitches,
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(Chorus)

(TRICK DADDY)
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,
See my shit blindin'
his shit don't shine,
cause that shit ain't real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,
just like Flinstones,
and he had his "Roley" on,
but I ain't even notice his arm,
but his diamonds cloudy,
and he ain't shiny,
and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"
Oh man, this nigga trippin!
See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga,
actin' cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets,
wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends,
are breakin' thangs in,
Invest in a smaller hit town,
shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down
We gettin' top dollar,
cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson,
cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar,
we gettin' money holla
Rollin' hard with five fives,
real f**king street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter,
I'm on the right path at this rate,
I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

(Chorus)
Nigga's do real thangs,
you know we make bail
Trick hit me on the cell,
know I gotta make a sale
Found myself in Dane County,
Nigga's movin' pounds of bail
So fresh,so bright with the ice,
Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea,
Cali got my back,
I'm strapped nigga and prephase,
doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right
for a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right,
M.O.B. to a bitch,
made my hood rich
Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit,
ballin'one them bitches,
shock callin' on them bitches,
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(Chorus)

(TRICK DADDY)
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his,
See my shit blindin'
his shit don't shine,
cause that shit ain't real
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles,
just like Flinstones,
and he had his "Roley" on,
but I ain't even notice his arm,
but his diamonds cloudy,
and he ain't shiny,
and I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"
Oh man, this nigga trippin!
See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga,
actin' cocky
Big thangs with fat pockets,
wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches
My overseas friends,
are breakin' thangs in,
Invest in a smaller hit town,
shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down
We gettin' top dollar,
cause we got that top powder
Hoes slob on our johnson,
cause johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar,
we gettin' money holla
Rollin' hard with five fives,
real f**king street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter,
I'm on the right path at this rate,
I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

(Chorus)

Trick Daddy Dollars
8 Ball
Trey Songz
We High
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking to ya
I would like to welcome ya’ll aboard my flight
A flight that is promised to take you high
Way high up in the sky
So get out your blunts
Your dutchmasters
And your backwoods
And I’ll turn your seatbelt signs off

(Verse 1)
I only smoke the best bud
Jamaica and Bahamas got the best serve
yes sir
I can smoke
toke after toke
won’t give the triple choke
And it won’t hurt my throat
Nope
C****y eyed
just riding and vibing
On that real fire
Be high for two or three hours
And I’m cool wit A.I.
But hey
I ain’t too much into phillies
But split a dutch and I’ll refill it
And ain’t friendly so nope you can’t hit it
Good trees
your collard greens full of r****r seeds
You use too many chemicals
To much added stuff fool
That ain’t real kush
One joint of that G-14
Will have you higher than your highest dreams
Just float-ing
Not knowing if your coming or going
But when its partly cloudy
Get prepared for the storm and get high

(Chorus)
Roll up and feel the vibe
Lay back
enjoy the ride (enjoy the ride)
Inhale (inhale) deep inside
Exhale (exhale) we so high
X2

(Bridge)
In a short while
We’ll get our lovely lovely lovely stewardess comin through
With snacks and drinks
If anybody got cotton mouth or the munchies
(so high) (deep inside)
(we so high)
So ya’ll keep smoking that good good(deep inside)
Have you flyin home
(we so high)
high in the sky
(lay back enjoy the ride)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Roll up a cigarillo
Fire it up and hit it
It feels so good man
It’s hard for me to quit it
MIA land of the palm trees
T double D came through with the bomb trees
And when a n***a inhale this
Gotta put my shades on
Get behind tint
In the clouds
Lookin down on the ground
8 ball
big, black, player from the mound
remember when I used to have them dime sacs
little circle by my house was the w**d trap
now my ziplock be full of bubble kush
funky like a broad b**hwhen she on d****e
fruit cocktail
you could tell by the smell
burn one let the whole club know I’m here
(Hey) lets fly tonight
come with your boy and get high tonight

(Bridge)
Feel the vibe
Ain’t nothing like being able to smoke some ol’ good good
(Deep inside)
and be way up here in the air
(we so high)
away from all the troubles
(feel the vibe)
problems that’s going on down there
(Deep inside)
in the real worldoh it feels good don’t it
(We so high)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
the only people I know who don’t smoke is
Jesus
CO
and my last P.O.
Yo but I ain’t on no papers no more
I ain’t gotta creep and sneak
at least not to blow
I spent my first two years getting high
Smoking dollar joints
rolled outta 1.5
That was round ’84 ‘85
Smoke all week for the dime
A n***a that live
Visine ain’t help clear up my eyes
Spray cologne on when it was time for me to go home
I been doin this for 20 years
I ain’t never seen or heard one man that weed done killed
So just chill
Take a puff here or there
To bring you a little down off your heels
After that go and eat you a meal
But you gon have to bathe you’re a** to get that smell out your hair

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Signing off yours truly
It’s the booger man himself
Well I can take you all across the world
Everywhere but the electric chair
Finna let you see everything
But the wind
But then again
You’ll never get high like this again