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[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english I'm from the hood And you know what? If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?) [Chorus x 16] Don't make me act a fool (what!) [Verse 1] Still posted on the block Still slangin that coke Still runnin from the cops Still lettin those bitches know Still fuckin with your made Beause blowin that ganja Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me Rolling with those head bustas My niggaz spliting wigs A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood And I represent the street Send money to the pen Still fucking with see (okay!) R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot? Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop [Chorus x 16] [Verse 3] Thug girls, I put my name on them Me and Jon's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga I'm underated like Sam Cassell But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 [Chorus x 16] [Verse 4] I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga We ain't going to the Grammys Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me I'm still rowdy Nigga I'm still bouty Still got them bouncing in the clubs And the hoes still talk about me Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change? [Chorus x 16] |
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[Chorus - x2]
[Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now if you in, then you in From the streets to the pen That shit that happened last year won't happen a-fuckin-gain The only way out is to die my nigga Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year I'm the nigga that said we run this here And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories This from the heart nigga, I speak the truth You don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you And if you never sold dope, you don't know how I feel And you ain't gotta get shot to be motherfuckin' real [Chorus - x2] How the fuck you monkeys gonna go up against Godzilla? |
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| 4. |
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[Chorus - x4]
Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders And uh, I don't know what they told you boy But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors Then, after the party it's the afterparty And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby [Chorus] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what) Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck We break bread, and wile out in the club If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh) [Chorus - 1/2] Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas) Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama) We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio) Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background] D.C. [Chorus repeats in background] Boston New York Arkanasas Milwaukee Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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<i>[Master P]</i>
This goes out to anybody in the club That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go <i>[Chorus (4x):]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Let 'em go (let 'em go) Let 'em go (let 'em go) Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor <i>[Master P]</i> You just security for the night whodi, you ain't the police See your girl wanna be free, and if you show her drinks on me And if she wanna play a little, then let her play But if y'all happy enough, I'm sorry y'all have a nice day 'Cause I ain't no homewrecker But baby look at what you missed 24's on the ride and ice on the wrist I wanna take you out the hood and let you live like Nick Jassiter?? Roll with this thug but you gotta get rid of that cancer Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet And that boy got a chick I like But I just came in the party I ain't came to start a fight <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[Curren$y]</i> Yeah, they know the kid roll up on them 21's Diamonds on my wrist reflectin' colors like some Lucky Charms Niggaz grabbin' they girls and puttin' cuffs up on me on She think she all hot but she was until she met the don I got my game from the Colonel spit a flame at her Burnin' with nothing, the girl around me 'cause I set her up But my aim ain't to hurt, I know my name And I con her I might hit her with some G but I won't stack her up Hot spitter man, money and cars I got it Young like ?? we'll come too my house and talk about it Shorty diggin' on me, just let her step with the dog Take them handcuffs off a whodi you ain't a wrestler frog <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Let 'em go So if they came with you, and don't leave with you Don't trip Just let 'em go 'Cause tomorrow, you can do your thing, you heard That's some real game Club over now Go home Fuck, go cry or something We ain't bout to fight behind no broad I got money, I'm out |
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| 6. |
| 3:50 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
<i>[Master P]</i> Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga) <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Yyyeeeaahhh! <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P) <i>[Master P]</i> Uuuughhhh! <i>[Lil Jon]</i> New No Limit BME Click (What! <i>[7X]</i>) Me and my motherfucking boys in the club tonight We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight <i>[Master P]</i> Represent, get 'em up, throw 'em up, get 'em up <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Especially with them motherfucking boys over there You know them motherfucking boys? <i>[Master P]</i> Nah! <i>[Master P: Chorus]</i> Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys) <i>[Master P]</i> I'm from uptown New Orleans Straight out the hood I jumped off the spinners saying "I wish you would" Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit (What!) I don't know this motherfucker I probably done fucked his bitch Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickle I ain't feeling this shit, I put my hand on my pickle The nigga started steaming but I'm cool as a fan He wanna throw 'em up but I got a gat in my pants I'm throwed off nigga, missing a few screws And I don't give a fuck about putting your ass on the news And if you ain't from my hood, you know you could get it We roll hella deep niggaz screamin NO LIMIT! I'm a thug nigga, I lean when I walk My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Uuuughhhh!) I'm a soldier and I'm ready to ride We got beef we, we could take it outside <i>[Chorus]</i> We ridin dirty smokin, windows tinted Run up on the 'lac this ain't a movie but this the ending I got a nigga rolling with me name Uzi We stop on the block and this boy ain't choosy The first one we see better, break me off And if your shoes too big, take the motherfuckers off <i>[C-Murder]</i> Straight gutter, straight rough rugged raw Wicked like you never saw (Uuuughhhh!) Let's go to war It's dark and hell is hot, my chance is 50/50 If I die I'm taking you with me, so come and get me In my chest your bullets will never hit me I'm vested up (WHAT!) Touching retaliation nigga that's what's up <i>[Master P]</i> We demand respect, cause ya'll niggaz rookies Don't make us act like cookie monster and take a niggaz cookies (Uuuughhhh!) No limit boys rowdy and we don't give a fuck C-Murder in this bitch throw your fuckin hoods up <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Yo, tell Liberty there's some girl out here for her <i>[Liberty]</i> Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) I'm ready willing and able to ride at any cost Down to spark feeling I'm Pedo and I'm from boat Choking bitches with their weaves I'm all up in their throat I suggest you think about it cause you don't really know (What!) I can care less about your rep up in the streets I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep No limit mommies don't be fooled by the baby face I'm not digging your man, I'm just thugging for Benjamins So stop the hating increase the radio cake I'm not, familiar with you why you trying to debate I'm in a light green Maybach (WHAT!), mirror glass tinted You better keep your day job you'll never be in it uh hah <i>[Liberty]</i> Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) <i>[Master P]</i> Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys, boys, boys) |
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| 7. |
| 4:48 |
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[talking]
Even though we all thugs Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart The wicked, spies upon the righteous God blesses the man, who put his trust in God He gave his only begotten son That who ever believe in him, should not parish But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz Cuz came home man, he looking good Fell off, having problems in the hood Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee T-Dub home man, Randall gone man Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right And why would they wanna, wish death on my life [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Yukon] They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound I'm from a place, where it ain't no love Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you I got a plan, on the way to get richer So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Desperado] What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead They say, life's short gotta hold my steel Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible But you cowards start singing, like American Idol Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz |
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| 8. |
| 4:05 |
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Master P [Talking]
Yo what you trippin' on? Didn't I tell you its gonn be alright? I ain't came up on somethin' shorty And I got you [Chorus] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up (Just listen) I seen you in school shorty What's to do shorty? You know I'm out here thuggin' but what's up wit me and you shorty? You need me I'm on the three way I'm in the hood thuggin' wit my homie ????? What you say he ain't treating you right? Wuzzup baby girl you need a thugg in your life Shorty keep your head up and ima be there When you need me gurl even when you feed up And I ain't tryin' to boost you up or shoot you up But if you was money you'll be a million buks Just be there when I need ya And if ya hungry Ima feed ya That's why them otha gurls want to be ya. And gurl you shouldn't settle for less settle for that You a queen and you deserve the best I know you don't know me I 'member what you tol me "And I like the way you hold me" [Chorus] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up I know you shooked And really ain't into meetin' new guys Think we all the same good for tellin' you lies But I can understand that I peep a frown ? on your face when I ask you "where you men at?" But I ain't really tryin' to invade your space Your heart been shelter all over the place And you used to be a bright gurl now world is death Got an attitude which you hadn't heard of him Ima P.I.M.P but I'll treat you right Did I ?? gurl never ?????? When I was broke on the block you was there for me See you can cut through loose you don't compare to me Cause see I'm from the heart I just ran out of lies I don't want to be the reason tears run from your eyes Think I'm two G'ed up for my feelings to show? Well go right ahead keep thinkin' you know (You was wrong about me) [Chorus:] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up Yo' ma I'm always seen you around but lately Seem somethin' keepin' you down and They say your x so abusive You don't play sports how you get those bruses? To be honest the dude is useless Let me take you out the hood we can do this (ok) You too cute to be seatin' on the bench You can start on my teem ma come n represent and I can treat you better than that looser ever did Cause you don't deserve the type of stress that he give I know I'm young but I can treat you right And if he trippin' then you need to be with me tonight Ah and baby he don't have an ounce of respect for you That's why I think is Gangsta how you backed off and left the dude Shorty age ain't nothin' but a number If you need to get away take the Benz or the Hummer and You say I don't know enough about you but I just can't see myself being Without you Yeah [Chorus:] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up |
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| 9. |
| 1:53 |
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[Intro - Master P]
Some of your friends take your kindness for weakness Make a nigga wanna live like jews I told y'all I got a good side and a bad side And this my bad side [Master P] I got beef with some niggaz that I know Put one up in the chamber everybody hit the flo' Me and Curren$y rise high Cause we motherfucking thug niggaz Used to fucking love niggaz Now I gotta plug niggaz And my wrong niggaz makin' tones to give that up Plus we no limit boys ride from dawn to dusk Blame it on my cousin I'm a thug nigga Grew up in the projects rollin' with the drug dealers Heard your toy fucking soldiers want to do me Look I don't play this ain't no motherfucking movie I see you give farse clorise when your doped up Keep my name out cha mouth get cha bitch ass choked up Mama told me keep ya enemies close Put your trust in yourself cause your friends get you smoked Man you niggaz ain't shit You just hatin' on a thug nigga that's livin' ghetto rich [HOOK - 2X] Too every ghetto nigga that I know When you livin' that life know anything go [Master P] I got niggaz in the hood waiting on me to drop I got niggaz in the pin nigga ready to riot Screw C-P-3 and it's official I got three hundred rug rats ready to get with you Nigga years fuckin' later and I still got skrilla My motherfucking kids sleep on ???? I got other nigga bitches whodie screamin' my name And If you ain't with the army nigga turn in your chain Make sure these motherfuckers heard Everything I speak I mean every motherfucking word I play with it and get poped I go out of town and get money but I still run the block [HOOK - 2X] |
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| 0:57 |
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| 11. |
| 3:11 |
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<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo' <i>[Master P]</i> First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching This ain't baseball, so stop pitching And making collect calls, to the police Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto' And I don't know, what they told you boy I got that A1, whole baking soda boy You could add the B12, put it in a bag Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Desperado]</i> I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6 <i>[Yukon]</i> You think quick, when there's money on the line That's when I come through, and get em every time Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine <i>[Desperado]</i> You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's <i>[Yukon]</i> The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge We got work man, tell me what you want Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month Put the pieces in place <i>[Desperado]</i> Then we find the yay <i>[Yukon]</i> No shorts on the strip <i>[Desperado]</i> All the money be straight <i>[Yukon]</i> Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late <i>[Desperado]</i> Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game 'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang And if you make it to money, get your life straight Find another way out, before it's too late Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good And these cats, be barking Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking <i>[talking]</i> You heard me, fuck Get against the car |
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| 3:45 |
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[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 1] I'm country, she country, we country Come closer, it's a free country Damn you cute, girl you fine Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 2] We play football, no pads, she got the cushion I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs And that Latino and Asian mommy Make a grown man want to do the rowdy (WOO!) And beautiful, black chick with the passions on Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog [Break] Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it from the club, to the parking lot Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!) Head, shoulders, knees, toes [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 3] I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too) Halle Berry head, lease the red (WOO!) Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction She wear boots with her jeans like Free And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police She so sexy, damn so nasty A thug girl, but still so classy Sometime she get vicious In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 3:39 |
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[Hook: Theresa Esclovon] When I see you I, like to ride up and I Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master P] I wanna wife you shorty, but let's get one thing straight I could get you a Benz, or a house by the lake You want one with cameras, you want one with a gate We could live like Tony Montana, girl we be straight But you gotta tell your mom's, to stop bugging Them dudes I be rolling with, that's my boys and my cousin I'd rather be caught with it, then caught without it I ain't gon lie, I've been to jail boo I'm bout it bout it I ain't trying to hide who I am, shorty I'm a thug But I love to kiss, and I love to fuck My wardrobe, it's all T-shirts and jeans I ain't hard to find, baby I'm on the corner with the team But if you need me, girl I'm coming running If it's beef, me and the boys we coming gunning And I'ma tell you something girl, it ain't about the money We gon thug until the end, and I'm glad you my ghetto honey [Hook] [Master P] You like minks and ice, I could buy you that You caught a bus to the crib, you could take the six back Slow down shorty, don't be in a rush Ain't nothing better than you and I, I mean us We was made for eachother, look like sister and brother Started out as friends, turned into lovers I need your full attention, I'm feeling your style I don't talk too much, but my homies buck wild Tattoos and gold teeth, you know I'm thugging I'm straight from the hood, but that just means good loving Don't judge a book by it's cover, I got big dreams I wanna take mom out the hood, and put you on my team We could thug together, shorty grow together shorty You could sleep over, and we could get naughty shorty From the first time I met you, I was feeling you And it don't feel the same, when I ain't with you [Hook] (*singing*) |
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| 4:30 |
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Yeah
You ain't gotta go to no car lot Come and shop at the garage Nephew [That-That-That-That] I need to borrow a couple million from you [That-That ain't nothing] You know how we do it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it That ain't nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it Clap your hands doors come up [that ain't nothing] Clap twice the motor start up [that ain't nothing] Guys givin' a concert when they run up [that ain't nothing] You see it when the car and the truck's done up [that ain't nothing] No Limit man we run the south [that ain't nothing] Got my own clothes coming out [that ain't nothing] Fly to France look just for lunch [that ain't nothing] Condor if I say more than a month [that ain't nothing] All my rides they be chromed up [that ain't nothing] TVs yep phoned up [that ain't nothing] Out the country when I wanna chill [that ain't nothing] Ninety-six inches on the wheels [that-that-that-that ain't nothing] I got a house with some marble floors [that ain't nothing] And my ceiling it be solid gold [that ain't nothing] On my bed I got mink sheets [that ain't nothing] And my mom live 'cross the street [that ain't nothing] Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus [that ain't nothing] Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off [that ain't nothing] I got the new rims that keep spinnin' [that ain't nothing] On the truck the Benz and the Bentley [that ain't nothing] I got a Goochey helicopter [that ain't nothing] And if I get sick I got a private doctor [that ain't nothing] See me on Forbes I own the tank [that ain't nothing] Came on out of money I own the bank [that ain't nothing] I even ball in the NBA [that ain't nothing] And might buy the (team's next mate?) [that ain't nothing] P Miller on my shirt and pants [that ain't nothing] And my speakers say the same thing [that ain't nothing] (Verse 3: Romeo + Master P) Richie Rich be my nickname [that ain't nothing] Ice cubes on my wristband [that ain't nothing] Hit the mall the girls scream and holler [that ain't nothing] Got a white dog named Dollar [that ain't nothing] Platnium car with my name on it [that ain't nothing] Got a car the paint change on it [that ain't nothing] Got a butler got my own waiter [that ain't nothing] Thirteen and got my own label [that ain't nothing] Got a 2005 Lexus [that ain't nothing] Even got my own house in Texas [that ain't nothing] Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz [that ain't nothing] Then I bought four for my friends [that ain't nothing] Hit the club on twenty inches [that ain't nothing] I'm about to pay everybody admission [that-that-that-that ain't nothing] Cops took my lil' partna to jail [that ain't nothing] Hit him with a million dollar bail [that ain't nothing] I'ma have him home in a day [that ain't nothing] My money longer than the interstate [that ain't nothing] I'm on stage got 'em goin' wild [that ain't nothing] Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd [that ain't nothing] I wrecked my Jag last Friday [that ain't nothing] Got another one in my driveway [that ain't nothing] That-that-that-that ain't nothing That ain't nothing That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain't nothing That ain't-that ain't nothing |
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<i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i>
I see something I want, and poppy that's you So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her <i>[Master P]</i> Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda Rolita, Lolita Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper And if you single girl, I'd like to date ya Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami Get a grip mami, you're the shit mami Take you to Joe's, put some'ing on your wrist mami <i>[Hook - 4x]</i> <i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i> I love, your whole thugged out side That all, just drives me wild Makes me, wanna be with you Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Master P]</i> Soldier boys where y'all at, soldier girls where y'all at Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance Then the girl, wanna freak me Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas But I ain't tripping, cause I'm really starting to feel her Man this night, it can get like drill I'm in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller <i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i> I see something I want, and poppy that's you So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> |
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| 1:51 |
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[Master P *talking*]
Yo Mike take me to the commercial man So I can tell why I never fall off You know what I'm saying, before I do I sell all the houses and cars I got I'm a hustler man, we losin and get it back easy But you know what, I ain't just bout the music man I'm sellin clothes, the P.Miller clothes You go pick that up, if you ain't got it Got the P.Miller pads, you know, where the jeans came from Well, the girls gotta have that Than I got the new watches man You ain't gotta go to Jacobs no more to get no watch man I got the iced out colour ice, it's called Master Pieces So y'all better pick that up real soon And you go to Circus City man and pick up my platinum speakers man I got amp speakers, tweeters, all that type of stuff Oh yeah, you ain't gotta go to Nike or Adidas and all that no more I got the P.Miller Jump-Off's man, I got the shoes and the tennis shoe I'ma let my lil partner, Curren$y take y'all to my tennis shoe commercial Y'all can see what I'm talkin bout, handle that, braw *beat falls in* [Curren$y] Man, a dude should have been in the league And jump shots are monster, mo player are scared of his D And you should cop a pair of these sneaks Rather you got game on the court, or you play in the street Jump Off's, you gotta respect that there So light-weight, feels like you walkin on air So good and the posers are most not fair A lil pair of defenders just stop and stare Rather you play big, and rather you play small If you like to assist or if you above all Or if you just a fan in the game P.Miller, new sneakers, Jump Off's, remember the name |
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| 5. |
| 4:22 |
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Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose (All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready <i>[x2]</i>) <i>[Chorus]</i> Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp <i>[Master P]</i> My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP! I'm the only pro baller, without a contract But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up And if they go quack quack put em in the truck It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks I put em in the ville and we both get rich See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin These pimps drink out of gold cups like ?? Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there |
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| 6. |
| 3:55 |
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Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) Good side, bad side [Master P] Til death do us part we gon thug to the end See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen We all family so you know that I care And if you need me my nigga just know that I'm there [Chorus] I'll ride for you boy (My nigga) See I'll die for you boy (My nigga) Throw em up high for you boy (My nigga) And let em fly for you boy (My nigga) [Master P] Them boyz can't stop us They got us loadin em choppaz They wanna do it come pop it Man we see em we drop em That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs T-shirts and du-rags show my niggaz some love And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us I guess I'm new and they hate us but these bitches can't play us I live the life of a rida, I'm a soldier to the end From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen [Chorus] [Master P] Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats Got a mean nigga facin f**kin 20 to life Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer They shot my cousin Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it But my aunt, she got a bad heart, I know she can't take it My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home I must be here for a reason, why did I live this long? They took my brother Kevin, may he rest in peace Ad me and Silkk won't be the same til she murder free [Chorus x2] [Afficial] Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten This is more than a song, niggaz is still plottin I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank My label a gas station niggaz fill in the tank You see my team and we spit it the hardest Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it So we live life on the edge now And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead now I got real niggaz ridin wit me And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me [Chorus x2] New No Limit Only (My nigga [x8]) |
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| 2:09 |
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<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz Little mama wit alla that (Heyy) Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks hey girl won't you do that dance lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing I like your style and the way you move you make a thug wanna get wit you <i>[Silkk]</i> When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly <i>[Master P]</i> It's about to jump off <i>[Silkk]</i> when I stop by <i>[Master P]</i> we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky My wrist sittin on 24 carats Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed <i>[Silkk]</i> I slide through grab a couple of bottles later on fly threw grab a couple of models you a balla you outside or in I pulled up theres more outside then in niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front some couple of dudes ran up the street tried to park and run get back to the spot once I get back to the yact <i>[Master P]</i> I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha I'm a actor so its juice and vodka tell the waiter more champagne for shorty we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz <i>[Curren$y]</i> Call me on a sunday you no a dawg could roll through in a black 350z with no roof excuse me I don't no what they told you but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to curren$y the high spitter got hella flows rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold got the world in my hand won't let it go I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough young dude ice so chunky game so smooth thats why they want me ooh too cool way to flossy if thats your boo you better get her off me <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz |
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Yeah..
<i>[Hook - 2x]</i> We riding 20's on the cars, and 26's on the trucks And everybody digging us, it ain't no limit to the bucks We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up And haters moving out the way, they know they don't wan' play with us <i>[Curren$y]</i> Hot Spitter man, pockets only fifty grand Riding a big body Impala, me and my partna Stan 20 inch rims, keep 'em spinning like a ceiling fan Haters goal tending, trying to get me out my figgas man But they can't get the man (no), can't hit the man Even them NBA dudes, can't stick the man Women crowd around me, paparazzi taking pictures man Catch me on the lot, at 3-1-0 I'm fitting get it man Curren$y got plenty money, to stack up And plenty burners too, in case you dudes wanna act up Play with me or my crew, and we'll be picking them gats up And have you on your celly, calling homies for back up And I don't think, you really want it to come to that Stunting for that crowd whodi, you better shut your trap But I ain't really coming, hunting for no drama I just wan' hit the club, and leave with your baby mama <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Romeo]</i> 20's on the Bentley, 26's on the Lac truck If the coppers stop me, I'm probably gon get hand cuffed Cause I'm underage but, never under paid I'm making maximum wage, it's Richie Rich I got it made They call me Romeo, big game plenty do' You can't hold me so let me go, I got talent and that's fa sho Ask about the kid, and they'll tell you that dude can flow And when I'm done with school, I'll be hooping up in the pros Whoa No Limit boys we, be ramming our cars up Tearing malls up, spinning thousands at Toys-R-Us Nobody else who's in the game, go as hard as us There's no one as large as us, you don't wanna start with us I'ma grow up by kids, to grown women Every week they watching my show, on television They gotta love it they know, the boy's winning The girlies keep grinning, my rims they keep spinning <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> I'ma tell you like this, keep your eye on your chick Cause her eyes on my wrist, and these boys that I'm with The girls like me, whodi I don't blame em I'm in the Guinness Book of Records, for the richest entertainer Call me the Ghetto Bill Gates, cause they system can't change us Had money and cars, way before I was famous I'm in the pros, but I can buy the team I got two made-by's, one blue the other green If it ain't riding spinners, then you know I can't roll And if I had it over a month, then I let my cousin hold it I'm the first one on Cribs, with a house with gold ceilings Got a truck lowered Bentleys, cause that's how I'm living In the winter pull the trucks out, the summer it's the drop top Chinchilla on my clothes, got a million in the watch <i>[Liberty]</i> Hey move out the way, I'm ready to cause havoc Me and my soldiers be balling, while most of y'all acting I leave cats distracted, sticking like magnets I'm the shorty from the Philippines, the main attraction Holding up in fly whips, switching every other day No Limit girls ball, like the WNBA right <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> We riding g'eah |
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[Master P *talking*]
(oh ooh) don't be scared Haha, ain't no limit soldiers... (oh ooh) ... til I D-I-E See-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh) [Master P] Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up Represent yo hood, boy, tell me where you from (oh ooh) We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up [Master P] I was born to be a hustler, they labeled me a dealer Say I grew up to be a killer, like my daddy Percy Miller Me and Cleo smoking weed, say the whole family cursed me See-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers So represent yo hood, we back on the grind We gon get this bitch crunked like it's 1999 So holla at me, whody, he's the one who be's Trow ya middlefingers up to the ponk police Than pass me the gumble, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the flo I ain't Lil Jon but I make them hoes +Get Low+ And make them thugs say fuck y'all, ain't we gon touch y'all I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'all Grab it - than take me to the booth Tell the DJ to play this 'cause he fucking with my lout [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up [Master P] So duck down, nigga, y'all ready be ready Me and Silkk come to this bitch, like Jason and Freddy Look at what y'all did, I was trying to be good Y'all made me leave the hills and come back to the woods I'ma blaze like Derreck Anderson, turn green like a hawk Wild out in the club and make a nigga pop that crunk I'm a No Limit Soldier, the party is in the crew They may take my gold tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos I got a good heart, some bad friends, that's why we grap ten But a nigga ain't scared to die, do life in the pen Real niggas don't change when they hit the fucking block Nigga, free see-Murder, come back so I got ya I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas I ain't roll I light em, so I'ma get high with my niggas And my cousin came home from jail, man, that boy say he changed He a motherfucking liar, heard he rollin with the Feds [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up [Silkk] Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't talk on rap Bring it to ya crip, let him live let him talk about that I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em I got the game all twisted, nigga, lets twist it back for ya They label me a gangsta, that's how I was, that's how I will be And it's simple, I can't let no bitch nigga kill me For real, P - Fo real we Live a hell of a life-style but we still creep Got a couple niggas go, but we still deep Now I got a movie for y'all niggas, who like to act I'm great with my hands, I'm like Roy Jones with a gat I'm real a - great hussler, I'm a hyke with rap (Master P: Nigga, we going triple platinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that Been in the east and the west, laid back with the players (...) and P.Miller jump off all type of flavours You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters I got a lot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em later Now I just - gotta be real with it, left the project but I still visit Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he still can get it So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off Four I gotta keep the middle, now tell em "fuck you" And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started [Chorus] Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh) We don't give a fuck (oh ooh) They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up Fake niggas (buck em up) Fake hoes (buck em up) No Limit in this bitch and we gone tear the club up |
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| 2:57 |
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[Master P (Souya)]
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it) Then let's ride then (alright) [Chorus: Master P (Souya)] If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you) If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you) If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin') If I need bail (I'm a bring the money) [Master P] I ain't checkin' you shorty But it's somethin' I need to know How serious this relationship is And how far can it go See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs If a nigga tried to get at me would you ride for me And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things Like Benzs, Jaguars, ?? bubble-eyed Range No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill Can you be cute and still be freakin' When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin' If I go to jail you can ?? my people I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel [Chorus] [Curren$y] I been through a lot of girls in my life But never found one who down to ride like you ride If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide 'Cause you a real chick One that I can chill with and bill with Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with Even through the trouble you don't want a nigga still with When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl You understand my life and know that it's hard for me And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit And I'm out here grindin' to make sure we can afford the shit [Chorus: x 2] |
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