Baby I'm Back (feat. Akon) [Chorus Akon] Don't look no farther! Baby im back (yeah) Im here to cater to you (any thing that you want me: do ill do it) Cause Ill be your lover (ill be your lover) Ill be your best friend Tell me what I gotta do (tell me what I gotta do and ill do it) [Baby Bash] Now im back in a flesh Feelin so blessed, back in your corner suga, suga don't stress Forget about the rest; let's go inside, im back in your zone Baby im back in your vibe, now I cant be denied I can lie im on ya I never ever wanna say sayonara Some body told me that the grass was greener On the other side of lake haewa Never really used to be a mean to cheat her What I gotta do to be a keeper These words comin out the speaker, true love is off the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now im home, Kids forget me for being a rolling stone, Please forgive me let me polish it up like chrome, Get off the phone till he swears to leave me alone, Let my start your interest, now there's no more dating on the internet, Cause you already know how I get it wet, how I get it so salty and I get respect, You don't have to look no farter, you dealin with the hoe with your lada, You don't have to look no farther, you hotter then a fire starter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute, (oooohhh) [repeat x3] Now im back let me hit it (oooohhh) [repeat x4] [Chorus x2]
(Intro-Baby Bash) Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy Super Saucy. Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Super Saucy, Saucy Your so Sau-cy
(Verse-Baby Bash) Sexy butterfly, skin tone butterscotch The finest linen, the type of ish she love to cop The miss Stiletto heels, she a fan of Barcelona She hating attention, but every naked eye on her Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner I'm offering crystal, but she prefer lime and Corona Super Saucy, Sergio ??? sandals And when she in the Jacuzzi ooh, she lighting candles Stuntin all the way across the floor for sure Freshly molded by the hands of the lord and oh Heavens angel, curves in every angle Time play two to tango, bring the hook sang
(Chorus-Avant) You're the apple of my eye I'm feeling like a drug I'm so high Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy So take a ride with me off in the whip I'll push the keys to you just let me Everything is so sweet Like a peach, strawberry baby your saucy
(Verse-Baby Bash) Uh, I'm trying to get it crunk-a-lating between us I'm saying You on the brink of bubble-lating, your body's displaying And I'm a spitter on the come up been patiently waiting To tour Jamaica, maybe meet a couple Jamaicans That makes us equally compatible, expectations For you its education, for me is to rock the nation Now that's a combination we should be modulating Crunching on Greek salad under some conversation Sipping on apple pucker twerping that mariuchi I'm digging the purse, your matching, that's authentic guuchi And you the chick that I been searching for across the globe And I just wanted you to know…
(Chorus)
(Bridge)(x4) Lets get it crunk-a-lating Lets get it bubble-lating You got the Motts and I'm a boss Yeah that I'm saying
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind
<i>[Baby Bash]</i> She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate She's always on time and never a day late She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight And me without her is something I can't take
Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends She my fatty, I'm her dirty and she's my best friend Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Eww my favorite charge Eww I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine The same color as my hydro, I swear the only breezy I die for My mind sold
In love with this cheddar Me and her go together Like birds of one feather She keep me riding on leather And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home She's my playboy bunny that's sweeter than honeycomb
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind
<i>[Baby Bash]</i> Love at first sight Sex on the first night My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight She's doing the thing right She's beeping compliancy If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy My fly serenity, my pockets is energy As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessy I'd love to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja Got them dime pieces making love to my poster (what is it?) I'm loving this part of the game And my money aint genocide I aint got to explain Swinging her from lane to lane We doing the damn thing My money, my motivation, my national campaign
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money Got my money on my mind
<i>[Feminine Voice & Baby Bash]</i> My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything My pride, my joy, my everything (that's what I am talking about) I ride my boy on everything
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i> That's my lady, she will never jack me down (Money, money, money) That's my baby, she's gone always be around (Money, money, money) She will never play me, she stray true when I leave town (Money, money, money) That's my playmate
Paul Wall, Baby Bash, what dey talkin bout (I'm jus sayin) Its throwed off playa, it's throwed off playa its throwed off play (its goin down)
(Chorus 2x) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, u already know) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already) Its throwed off playa (already, kno evrywhere we go)
(verse 1) Now its about dat time, we rearrange ur mind We jammin jersey 4 shersey we blowin on dat pine Dey call me baby bash So wet wen i park i splash I only f**k wit da trill dat aint no sucka task Now lets accelerate n get 2 celebratin I'll throw my drink in ur face wit all dat playahation I'm not gon have it Super unleaded watch me pimp We got em thrown hard down at da rocky pimp I gotta supa bed We keep it on da cool Space city, h-town man wat it do? Lets get it gravitatin Get thrown out da club I'm throwed off like a muthaf**ka poppin bub
(Chorus 2x)
(verse 2) Now u jus tuned into da crunk show Nephews n my uncles We poppin purk put in work So wats up tho? We like it big n heavy
Enormous an humongous An on my fingers an the glock it grew some green fungus I'm tryin na bump a beat Wit out even tryin I'm throwed off like a fastball from Nolan Ryan Sum like 2 get it hypie Sum like 2 get it crunk Sum like dat bold fast And sum like dat perky stuff
(Chorus 2x)
(verse 3 paul wall) I'm da Chick Magnet Imma da people's champ Im in da club throwed off 'cause i'm da peoples tramp I'm takin shots of Patron I wash it down wit a beer I spit da same mackin game to evry dime piece here I'm da topic of discussion to da gurls at da bar Dey wonder if i'm drinkin alcohol Or sippin on barre Dey fell in love wit my car Dey wanna marry my cash Dey wanna be down wit a playa 'cause i'm ridin wit bash I already I pull up on pirelli drippin candy paint n jelly I stop, at *chimmy chan's* an throw sumthing in my belly Its paul wall, a G in da mack Its goin down, 'cause i'm dope like dat I'm jus sayin tho
(Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!)
(Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust) Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless Dirty dirt Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado Here we go Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it overseas to France and Germany On the radio Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be Shake ya thang, now
(Verse 1: Baby Bash (Angel Dust)) Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that (laughing) This muh'fucker got jokes On the way To the show With my folks Na-da-da-da-da From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray Tejas, where the trill players don't play To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight Here's a sneak peak For your ass when the time's right
(Repeat Chorus & Hook)
(Verse 2: Pitbull) Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang Where you from Cali, they do the damn thang I'm a take ya to Texas Where they slow it down, mayne Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?) They ain't ready for what's about to happen ?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan Dite, que venga I got the Latins on lock From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!)
Move it up Drink it up Roll it up Shake it up (2x)
(chorus:) Money,sex,acohal Shopping sprees at the mall Who wit' me Who who who wit' me Who who Mink coats, rabbit fers Anything that she perfers Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Candy thangs switching lanes Kron grills and wood brains Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who Love peace chiken greace In the club or in the streets Who wit' me Who who Who wit' me Who who
You must be dumb or blind If you cant see my kind Sharp as a porkupine We off the party line Im so electrified Im so electrified Im so (4x) Im so electrified
You know theres nutin to it Where the hekll you goin stupit We off them trees honey bee With that duel fluid Across the riva Above the clouds Its where you find me wit ma people What im talkin bout
(chorus)
Heavens the mother troad Clovers and blue dimounds I don't know what the hell im sayin but im still rhymein And im so ultrafly Ultramagneticfly This vodka wit this red bulls got me energized
U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x)
(chorus)
Let me see you sweat Let me see you drip Yeah (4x)
U-G-L-Y You aint got no alaby You ugly OHHH You ugly (2x)
Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey
[Chorus:] (Rollin' through the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
[W.C.:] Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham It ain't P. Diddy bitch but tell 'em daddy's home In a big frame, Big Swang, nigga just switched lanes Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts Lench Mob baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches Back givin' nig's the business Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot (Serve they ass homie) Niggaz can't handle the truth
[Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
[W.C.:] Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne Laced with the hash oil, nigga that's a hood thang Hood money, hood fast livin' The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin' One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang Ride on me mayne, but on mine it's a money thang But I still run the land, with the gun in hand Cause one shell will have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man Califoolya, better keep your Calico Cause round here niggaz don't scrap no more And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low and make it wobble to the floor I squeeze heat, fuck your day up like barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T Now who gon' bring the West back? I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map
[Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
[W.C.:] I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed In the studio tryin' to balance the two One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans Hopin' hip-hop come with dirty money to clean South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet Motherfucker I'm in the set So don't make me have to come to your video set With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky If you's a real nigga I'ma keep it real nigga
[Chorus:] (When I'm in the hood) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (What you talkin' bout?) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Keep it cool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100 (Act a fool dogg) I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey Crazy Toones, my DJ When he play, you obey
(Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame)
(Baby Bash) I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say Ronnie Ray you need to stop it Punk bootleggers man they f**kin' off my profit Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III Thinkin nasty she the whole extravaganza Gloss when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on muthaf**kas actin' up Give me fifty feet betta back tha f**k up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down
(Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame)
(Rasheed) (Ugh) Downtown Super Bowl 38 (eight) In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight (weight) In case it get to state keep me in a G manner (manner) All my homies roll like Tony Montana (tana) Listen to the law, jappa jaw, on the scanner (scanner) Sippin' purple hawk started bangin' David Banner (Banner) Money in the Benz but I'm layin in the Lac (Lac) Stomach so swole throwin' up in the back (uuuggghhh) She was fine yes suh she was trill Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills (man chill) Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel (flannel) Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel (Channel) (Yeah) Roll with tha pimps oh nah I'm not a balla (balla) Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler (ahhh) Call her on the celly, work my jelly Meet the mami at the telly, roll a fatty Jump in tha ride and disappear like Makaveli What
(Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks)
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame)
(Lucky Luciano) (Uh) Man I step in tha club like it ain't no thang I'm valet parked been drankin' all day Paparatizi takin' pictures and tha haters lookin' mad but the boppers showin' love and I'm signin' autographs Bartender know me and he know I do tha fool E'ry body in my ear and I'm like who is you Give me fifty hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise (boy) I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed (blowed) Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt (yuh) What you got under that skirt girl what chu talkin' bout I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk But it's about to be two girl tell me if you're ready (yuh yuh) Let's sip champenge in my ja'causezi at the telly
(Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame)
(Grimm) (Uh huh) My cup got syrup in my soda I don't give a f**k don't tip my shit ova Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rova Paul got 'em all lookin' ova they shouldas (what) Chuggin' on dro got smoke in my windpipe Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life pimp life) Nigga what it is what it was what it been like (like) Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries (fries) Pants so skin tight man so freak like Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight (night) Now she wanna go home go to bed and sleep tight (tight) Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right (right)
(Chorus x2) Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game) I just wanna freak that ain't got no shame (no shame)
(Kat Williams) Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money Motherfuckin' Mike Please do not get the game crossed up In order for you not to get tossed up Whether or not you are flossed up It is necessary in every pimp's life To get bossed
(Suga Free - Verse 1) Hey, Suga Free Why Roxy jockin' Probably cause she don't want you to know she got Caught watching a parrot fuck a carrot off some of that oxy She said one time at band camp, she was a rat And go girl scout cookies lined flat on her back One day, I was in the middle of some suck-n-duckin' Got tired of throwin' my head up at this trick Bossed up like it was nothin' I met her off the Blue Sky, I truly never knew why But yet, the pimpin' in that whore, she loves it, cause I'm too fly
(Chorus: Suga Free & Kat Williams) Cause I'm the only kind of man that she'll ever understood Because that's what the pimpin's there for She sweared a deal with a mack that keep her flat on her back Because it's that's what the pimpin's there for
(Verse 2) Can you believe this? First thing, flat on her mouth, talkin' about I would've told, "Bitch, you wouldn't told a nigga shit!" You know you love her up Actin' like it's hard G-14 classified Man, all that bullshit should cover up Holy Nickelodeon... You wouldn't believe that this bitch used to be a fuckin' historian... But that's what they get for love and shit Sincerly yours, Suga Free And thank you for nothin'
(Repeat Chorus Twice)
(Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) Sippin' on that good bombay Rating these rat chicken traps all day Spittin' real butter, stay away from parkay Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle
(Baby Bash - Verse 3) What's really, though I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or chased a billy goat (Billy goat?) But you don't hear me, though Pain and rent, you need to pray and repent She might be ya girlfriend, yeah, but she my tramp And I ain't payin' respect, I'm just takin' a checks And beat the shit, out of buff niggas, fakin' a flex We keep it A.O.B. All on, baby Y'all pay for puss, mayne, y'all so crazy You trick harder than the NBA And got mad when your weeds got send my way Cause you in love with yourself, and she in love with your wealth And wonderin', why she still fuckin' everyone else Cause she ain't got no manners, or self esteem If I wish the right records, I could sell her a dream And y'all still poppin' collars, I'm a dust my kicks Why y'all still go to clubs and handcuff your chicks
(Repeat Chorus Twice)
(Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Vieja Go bring me some Church N' Chickens Jalepeno on the side (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) You look You don't know me Until you blow me Suck it! (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Don't be a guy that puts crema and cacahuates in his bolas For his dog to lick (Suga Free) I better boss up (Chingo Bling) Hey, Bash Call Fred Wreck Tell 'em 'bout the time he put that chick in the scissors, wey
(Verse 4) I once put a chick in a guillotine choke Made her steal some new shoes and get me some dough And this ain't no studio shit How you think them ugly cats get a beautiful bitch And I just call 'em how I see 'em From A.M. to the P.M. It's Young Baby Bash from a hustle Mus-l-i-m I spit caps I spit caps And send a hoe, to the track, in Iraq
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
[Verse 1:] You keep it bubbalicious Girl and thas what's up Your handling yo business Girl and thas what's up I like it when ya shake it Girl and thas what's up You know that u can take it Girl and thas what's up Supa dupa fly Baby Girl, you so grown Bangin' cold flavor Thas some cold Rocky Road Mah friends lay low on da Next episode We havin' some of trouble When we bubble Girl, let da game flow
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
[Verse 2:] Now how da hell u get a playa So electrified Is that a dance you do Or an exercise Baby take me to a place Where my spirits run free Dance like we in France mama Ooh-Wee-Wee You the type of chick who loves Skirts and High Heels I'm the type of cat who like throwin' dolla bills Ain't no trouble when we bubble Fly like a breeze You can beat the Genesee I'ma be ya lemon squeeze
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
[Breakdown:] Bubbalicious Oh yes So fly [Repeat 3x]
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
[Natalie:] I'm so bubbalicious And so delicious You can't resist it Now can we kick it out Mah friend?
[Baby Bash:] Yes I'm yo friend Your so super natural (Uh Huh) When you dancing on da pole (Uh Huh) Make me say "Oh Boy" Oh Boy
(Russell Lee) Yeah, Yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh, Whoa
(Richie Rich) Ugh, check my watch Check my chain It's simple and plain The Chevy wit the blew out brains As I bounce and mash Count this cash Floss and flash Cop and blow a zip wit Bash Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's? I'm a cross the finish line Tell me where's the flags? Brought my rag top Should have brought the Jag On the beach me and Beesh Look at all this ass I could tell you stories but can show you cash Give you game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next playa hater And he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads So I choose to floss Cuz who's the boss, let's ink it It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it Some yell it and tell it I blow it and smoke it and smell it Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?
(Chorus): Russell Lee I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though)
(Baby Bash) I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne What the deal? I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize Now that's low Fa sho', conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich one's that lose they mind I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design I could show you street lights and heart beak hotels I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me The original digital scale reader The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin' I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin'
(Chorus)
(A-Wax) I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from I understand it This been goin' on forever dog It's no end Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah Money was a necessity My greed got the best of me You think you smokin' Uncle B Who got the recipe? I'm sayin' it's nothin' I say it sincerely, and speakin' clearly I'd rather you respect me than fear me I came a long way and still I got a while to go You probably thinkin' to yourself "What's he smilin' for?" My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it We takin' this money Big bundles of bills I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill
[Miami] Yeah You done brought your bathwater, this body parts Your ugly bitch But you ain't brought no Hennessy man And we did bring the Hennessy It was the one with pork in it We don't drink pork Bitch Privilege in A pork [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Miami] But did you bring that Hennessy [Mac Dre] But did you bring that Hennessy [Both] But did you bring that Hennessy
[Verse 1: Mac Dre] I left mamacita in the taqueria Half Selena Half Aaliyah Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing Got on the thang like eat the vi cream Started spittin' game, mayne, I got words Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves I say somethin' (???) never heard Like, "I'm, fly as a wings on the Humming bird" What you runnin' for, girl, I don't bite Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don't bite I don't got all night Get ya thing together Tell your guide, bye Get some brain together I mean, it's whatever I don't see no limits To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee And oh yeah Baby, bring that Hennessy
Chorus: Mac Dre I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes And backwood blitz For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) Three kegs, freaks that give head Treats and beach beads Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy)
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[Verse 2: Baby Bash] I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand Comin' straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam And I don't give a fuck, somebody split the blunts My currency like some surgery, it's Nip and Tuck Mr. Ed, gettin' head in the back of the S-U I'm a bring my cousin, but I'm shakin', my nephew And you can even ask my agent He gon' tell you this, "Ronnie Ray's impatient And he's so flagrant Ready for liftoff Yeah You know they love it when he's dustin' his kicks off" (Mayne) I'm higher than a fire escape I got the munchies With seventeen topless models from different countries And don't let me start to vaporizin' Endorse me a chick on the horizon She swear she love the way I'm grindin' That privilege heat is tandalizin'
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[Verse 3: Jay Tee] Now when I walked up to I jumped in my county And told my mayne Hutch "Oh yeah, that hoe" I stepped on the gas Let off the break I'm in the V-Town, playboy, there's money to make I hit the liquor store To cop a fifth I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I'm Andre Hitch There ain't nothin' but real bad broads all over Tryin' to get me to come and park the Rover Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider Black kangol, grey alligator It's nothin' like A million beaters I asked baby, "Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters" Cause if she wanna Hit the corner We can take over California Don't trip I'm born to mack Half tank of grey, half cognac
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[Miami] Man I done rather you bring the Hen Than your funky ass Your ugly bitch Your bad karma Or your broke ass mama And we gon' bring the Hennessy And not the one with pork in it And this is McGhetto Lagantey And I'm out Yahtzi
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Don Cisco, Nino Brown, Russell Lee, Mr. Kee)
(Mr. Kee:) Yeah Hustler's theme Worldwide Come on
(Hook: Mr. Kee) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang (The hustler's theme) All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players Worldwide, do your thug thang
(Pre-Verse: Baby Bash) I take a slow beat (Slow beat) And spit a hard rap (Hard rap) Pobre, I ain't retarded, you know we off that (Off that) From the west, my brother, to the east Back down To the diggy dirty for sherzy (What the feezy?)
(Pre-Verse)
(Verse 1: Baby Bash) Now I walk around like I got a rock in my sock When it's just a limb, from this money right in my pocket Pimp I know you smell it cause it's gettin' you naucious Cause the shit I'm layin' on this track is Brown as the Foxy's I'm the done dealer Don Dadda, fresh out of Guatemala Some say, "Bash, you the shit" In Spanish, I'm the dada It's the million dollar Mexi, the mack, God he done bless me Girls wanna caress me, like I'm Elvis Presley
(Chorus: Russell Lee) It don't stop Straight to the top til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin' my winnings without punching no glocks The game's gettin' hard, so I gotta get smarter Watching out for cops, cause my homies got knocked Drought seas in our cheer, but my pocket's ain't starvin' That's why I stay chargin' You know we won't stop
(Verse 2: Don Cisco) This is for my heavyweighters Pullin' strings like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa' sho Make a household Name out of Don Cisco Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, I'm fresh off the drug drought FED's couldn't stop me, head shots didn't pop me Wouldn't lock, never got me, I'm the same player, still cocky Bossed out Hoppin' out of the drought Lookin' flossed out, everything chopped, even the crop Believe I'm the don, listen, everything I'm breathing on Represent west side til the rider in me's dead and gone Me and Bash do things Butch Cassidy, sing Let 'em know it's all know, the cash prestine Come on
(Bridge: Butch Cassidy) Ain't nobody gonna stop me now I'm gonna do everything I can And ain't nobody gonna stop my flow You gonna hear me from coast to coast But Somebody's gonna make me mad And I'm a take everything they have So put it all in the past And do it so quick, so fast
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Nino Brown) Homeboy I got the grid locked That good yatch, gone breezes And they serve rock Some motherfuckers can't caught blocks Trey hop Roley bezel for you got swapped You like spider monkey, Nino Brown's sasquatch Them little haters, they be tickling me Brush 'em off, like the dust, on my Stacy, homie Once again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin' through the avenues Dogder blue, homie The city that I represent Los Scandulous, city where my homies did Fuck a fed Keep 'em Presidential stacked up Hear what I said, little soldiers gettin' taxed up Back the fuck up, move, biotch Get out the way You know the set, holmes And my A. stompin' Walkin' in my big brown boots Flossin' Stankin' eagle, that's my roots Motherfucker
(Chorus)
(Verse 4: Mr. Kee) Now put your money where your mouth is, anybody who doubt this Wherever you see the westside, that's probably where the south is United like a gang truce, khakis pants and house shoes But out in the Yay, it's throwbacks, beanies and bulletproof Spinners in their mouthpiece, heat up, and the old school Funk jump, no questions asked, ride like we supposed to Up in my city, see the bridge and the fall Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first This ain't no overnight choice, I'm been a hustler since birth They call me Mr. Kee, the Latin boss Latin king, Latin don Spittin' like the Latin play, tryin' to put his Latins on And they say money is the root of all evil But there ain't nothing in this world to make me cross up my people I swear to God, I'll be a soldier til I'm six in the dirt My Henny bottle in my casket and a fist full of words The hustler's theme
