talkin bout nothin at all Letra

Where Yo Skills At - Artifacts

Artifacts be the best in this MC fest

Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh

Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing

to your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing

Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin

All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin

No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas

To never make the wack jams, to my peers I promise

Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respect

what we're bringin to the table check my dialect

Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he can

take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and

Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me

cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me

Tools be, always sharpened for MC's that be startin

up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap sargeant

Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact

These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?

Chorus

[Tame One]

It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical

Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles

Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD

smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti

My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks

cause I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch

I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers

are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line

Prime time teams rewind and can't find mine

They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines

Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks

So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks

So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills

Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill

but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential

Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots

for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive

Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese

I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary

I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary

Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch

from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support

I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts

Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports

I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York

That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

Chorus

[El Da Sensai]

But, back to the subject at hand

Peep my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand

off soft brothers yo they can't withstand

the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan

Cause in nine-six, these MC's can't miss

If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's

the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped

Always talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit

[Tame One]

I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust

and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up

Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous

Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships

Constantly open like a hood rat that's smokin

Got bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions

Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious

Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches

I handle my Biz like Warner

Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit

Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?

Chorus

Where Yo Skillz At? - Artifacts

[El Da Sensai]

Artifacts be the best in this MC fest

Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh

Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing

to your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing

Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin

All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin

No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas

To never make the wack jams, to my peers I promise

Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respect

what we're bringin to the table check my dialect

Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he can

take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and

Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me

cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me

Tools be, always sharpened for MC's that be startin

up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap sargeant

Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact

These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?Chorus[Tame One]

It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical

Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles

Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD

smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti

My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks

cause I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch

I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers

are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line

Prime time teams rewind and can't find mine

They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines

Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks

So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks

So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills

Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill

but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential

Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots

for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive

Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese

I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary

I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary

Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch

from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support

I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts

Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports

I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York

That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?Chorus[El Da Sensai]

But, back to the subject at hand

Peep my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand

off soft brothers yo they can't withstand

the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan

Cause in nine-six, these MC's can't miss

If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's

the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped

Always talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit[Tame One]

I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust

and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up

Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous

Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships

Constantly open like a hood rat that's smokin

Got bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions

Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious

Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches

I handle my Biz like Warner

Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit

Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?Chorus

Won't let you down (Texas Takeover Remix) - Chamillionaire

[Intro: Chamillionaire + (Woman)]

Chamillionaire dot com

YouTube dot com slash ChamillionaireTV

Log on right now and look at me

Happy New Year's, it's two thousand and eight

Let's get this cake

Hahahaha... It's a movement! (Chamillitary mayn!)

Woo![Chorus: K-Ci]

I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money

Lord knows, I gotta get that paper

The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it

Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]

I won't let you down[Verse 1: Chamillionaire + {Over Chorus} + (Ad-Libs)]

{THAT'S RIGHT! I GOTS TO GET IT BABY! GET IT!

NAWFSIDE, SOUFSIDE, H-TOWN, STAY DOWN!

HA! I GOT THE ENTIRE STREETS OF TEXAS WITH ME, AND WE READY TO RIDE!

STILL STANDIN STRONG! YEAH! LET'S GET IT! }From the underground to majors, I'm a pro at gettin paper

So you know a Texas playa gotta shine (we gotta shine baby!)

We ain't worried about you fakers; we for sure gon keep it gangsta

Ridin four's and shakin haters all the time (that's all the time!)

R.I.P. to Big Moe, HAWK, Pat and DJ Screw

You know that we gon keep it trill and hold it down

(you know we gon continue to hold it down baby!)

Cause the hustle's never slowin, we gon grind and keep it goin

(gotta keep it goin for all the fallen soldiers!)

And you know we'll always keep you on our mind

We won't let you down (R.I.P. PIMP!)[Verse 2: Bun B]

Sun down til the sun up, you know big Bun up

Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up

On me, or try to run up, gotta leave 'em done up and did up

You wanna get down, get up, I'll leave you hit up and split up

So pay attention, sit up, and keep your eyes on the target

That's Bun Beater the king, he be goin the hardest

Not only is he the trillest, but he's also the smartest

Gangsta slash rap artist and he won't let you down[Verse 3: Lil' Flip + {Over Previous Verse}]

{AY! }

Let me tell you a lil somethin bout a G like me

I gotta a whole bunch of money and a whole bunch of weed

Rap ain't dead, the trap ain't dead

We still gettin bread in my hood with D-Red

Tell me what rapper, you know with a grip in the bank account with five in it

You losin fuck, I'm Scrooge McDuck, my money piles, I dive in it

Pimpin and mackin, I'm stackin my paper, you haters better fall back

Is the south whack? hell no, and rest in peace to Big Moe

The cheaper my work, my beeper alert, all day and all night

We ride gray, we sell white, we buy haze and pour up Sprite[Verse 4: Rob G + {Over Previous Verse}]

{UH! YEAH! }

From writin these lyrics, flippin these pages

Hopin you hear it, sit in amazement

One of the realest, one of the greatest, ever to drop, rockin the stages

I dedicate this, to all the people who hated

Thought for a second that I wouldn't make it

You were mistaken, you gotta face it

Rep That Block, 'H' in ya faces

This for my town, promise that Rob will not let you down

Times is ugly, you love me then trust me, I must be the one who will bring back the crown

Just look around, a man from a swat who

Kept it real when the game said not to

Bring back rap, I think I'm bout to, don't worry you know I got you[Verse 5: Famous + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]

{I'm FAMOUS! }

It's L-I-L Ken, re-reppin 210

That's San Anton, "huh? ", well act like you knew then

They askin "who? when? ", nigga stop playin

I stick my dick in your mouth, and fuck what you sayin

And check my resume and see that I'm all the way live

That's right; I need the whole Pacific to swallow my pride

I put my city on my back, then put it on the (map)

It's Mr. Deuce Dime, I won't let you down[Verse 6: Jayton]

Slow loud and bangin, we back in the loop

Fresh out the pen, now I'm back in the booth

Only thing I let down is the top on the coupe

Boys hatin on the H, but we still gettin loot

You do it for the fame; I do it for the block

For the ones in the grave, and the ones on lock

We next up lookin for the number one spot

Tell them other rap cats they can keep the hip-hop

Money don't stop, I'm a get it all day

New paint on the whip, insides all gray

Other boys left, but the south gon stay

Ain't no way you gon forget about Jay-

Ton, same ol' Hoover gangsta

Got up in the game, to expose the wankstas

A.B.N. gang keep a loaded chamber

Tell the whole world that they ass in danger[Verse 7: Slim Thug + {Over Previous Verse}]

{HA! }

I'm on my block around the clock tryna get it

If it get you paid, I did it, got caught, got acquitted

Got out, and got back up on my grind again

Cause you gotta play the game if you tryna win

And hustle money ain't for sure, so I ain't tryin to spend

Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again

I promise I won't let you down momma

When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma[Verse 8: Lil' O + {Over Previous Verse}]

{YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! HEY! }

Everybody know that I spit the flow

That make a playa wanna fire up and hit the dro

Or pour up real big and shake before

And knock off a Lamborghini, and lift the doors

Right now they yellin out "game is sold! "

Killin that remix, getcha dough

Do it for the Fat Pat, Screw and Moe

B.G., Gator, HAWK and the Mafio

And everybody know I don't play no games

I am off the chain, I got awesome chains

I got awesome things, to get me awesome brain

When I pull up at the club, I be flossin mayn

Fat Rat With The Cheese, from the S.U.C.

I don't gotta brag, I'm a triple O.G.

All the H-Town proud of little ol' me

Give the Lil' O a rest, I could flip the whole key, WHOA![Verse 9: Yung Redd]

This rainy day, manage the workout plan

I'm countin so many hundreds; I need another pair of hands

Black Colleywood, where the fiends the only fans

Sell it out, Riesco, supply and demand

My elevator goin up, how could I ever let 'em down?

550 takin off, swear it just left the ground

What's the value of a dollar, if you couldn't pay your bills?

All we know is power, now tell me what life is, YUNG REDD![Chorus: K-Ci]

I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money

Lord knows, I gotta get that paper

The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it

Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]

I won't let you down[Verse 10: Big Pokey + {Over Chorus}]

{DO IT FOR THE CITY!

I'll NEVER LET YOU NIGGAZ DOWN MAYN!

AY! }

Po, Yo, real get gutty

Block 4-oh, 3 wheelin, niggas gunnin

Put your cleats on cause it's fin ta get muddy

It is what it is and we comin for the money

Y'all know me

I'm a nigga that'll be in your home, just like a nigga got a door key

Do it like Simpson, 'fore I let a nigga hold me

Shake a nigga pockets, 'fore I let a nigga owe me

One for the money, two for the hoe

Three for the 4's with the rubber band vogues

S.U.C., M.O.B., Hurricane Sensei fin ta knock down doors

City on my back like brand new clothes

Album on the way, underground in stores

I don't let niggas down, I shut niggas down

Crowd booed me, I'm next to blow[Verse 11: Lil' Keke + {Over Previous Verse}]

{AY! }

Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real

Chasin paper, money runnin like a treadmill

I'm just a G, in the street game, we raise numbers

I never let you down, I never disappoint ya

I'm up extra early, posted like a war soldier

My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda

Heart of a gangsta, to the grind mayn, I'm so committed

Lord knows if I see the paper, I'm a get it[Verse 12: E.S.G. + {Over Previous Verse}]

{H-TOWN! }

When Cham sent me the track, he had Pimp C on the song

'Fore ESG could spit on this remix, we seen Pimp C was gone

'Nother king taken off the throne, told Bun B he's not alone

Might not be here in the flesh and bone

New address, yeah heaven is home

Make sure we carry that legacy on

Like M-O-E, in every song

Put they name in the trunk, then we gon pop and swang

In the 'llac or the Chevy on chrome

Like Vince Young, I run through songs

Slow it down like Screw did homes

ESG a million sold independent, I ain't talkin ringtones[Verse 13: Troublesum]

Here come the Trouble, so move

Can't knock my hustle, gon lose

Got twice the muscle, paid dues

Twice a grind to prove

I make moves like my name was Tom Cruise

Mission Impossible, impossible to fool

Down south baby, I'll show you what it do

I never let you down H-Town, I'm comin through

In the cherry lollipop drop, Gucci flip-flop

Posted up on the block, and my hustle you can't knock, NIGGA![Verse 14: Z-Ro]

24/7, 365, tryna get rich is on our mind

Houston, Texas, we ain't nothin but some go getters

And some trendsetters, and we stayin on our grind

Remember when the world said down south rappers couldn't rap

Now the down south rappers all across the map

Represent my city, and I'm a wear it on my back

It's official, goddamn right, the south is back

Even though we ain't never really went nowhere, we always been here

We make good music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all goddamn year

Gotta give it to us, cause if not we gon take it

And never give it back, that's just how it's gon go

It's been in there for years: Houston, Texas

But ain't a damn thing change, you can still count on Z-Ro, HA![Verse 15: Trae]

If you're lookin for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home

On the block, you can tell 'em I ain't leavin til it's gone

Thinkin I ain't, you can tell 'em they wrong

When I pull up, blast house with the roof half gone

If it come to gettin paid, understand that I got 'em

Sit back, broke, I'm a show 'em that I'm not

Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock

Yea, I'm from the streets, no way you finna block them

Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown

Every time I talk now, money will show

But just because I rap, don't think I'm flak

I hop in all black, and still run up in your home

Trae the Truth, I got hustle and flow

I do it for the boys tryna hustle and score

Every hour, every day, til my body gets sore

One hundred percent that my hustle is swole[Verse 16: PKT + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]

{AY! }

I'm so destined to be the greatest true, symbol of what my state is of

Little bit of Chad Butler (PIMP!), mixed with a little bit of Robert Davis (SCREW!)

P-K-T rep for the H til the day that they lay me off in my coffin

I'm a continue the legacies of Big Mello and both of the Hawkins

I do it for love, you do it for dough

You do it for fame, I do it for Moe

Do it for the hood, Acres Homes 44

Family over everything, get it do it for the Foe (F-O-E!)

To hell with not lettin you down, I'm tellin ya now, I ain't lettin you go

For better or worse, until death do us part, I'm a rep for the H in the cold[Verse 17: Willie D + (Chamillionaire)]

From day one I repped my city, New York, got booed out there

Best part was one year later, my group sold out Madison Square

It's hard but it's fair, you ride for me I ride for you, regardless fool

No matter what it is, with Willie D on your team it's gon be kinda hard to lose

Had a rapper come down, I hit him with a big, cause he was talkin trash

His bodyguard jumped off stage, (what did you do?) got dead in his ass (ha!)

Go tell that to all those skanks, that think we're all about candy paint

High cappin, catch around, H-Town, I won't let you down[Verse 18: Grit Boys]

{AY! AY! }

Okay I'm G-boy fresh, way flyer than the next guy

Southside rider, if you with me throw your sets high

From Sunnyside to the Park, back to the Southwest side

But if you got a problem with it you can G-F-Y (GO FUCK YOURSELF!)

We the best and the rest is B-F-I

Been down with Paul & Cham since the Get Ya Mind Correct times

We all grinders, and this is go get it music

G-R-I-T Boys, we'll never let you down Houston[Verse 19: Corey Mo + {Over Previous Verse}]

{YEAH! UH! }

Me and my hustle bag, on the block, on the clock

24/7, you better shit or get up off the pot

Mayn I'm from Hustle City, gots to keep my hustle with me

At all times, I got my mind on my grind pimpin

I never let ya down, let ya fall or let ya drown

Cause I'm a go for mines, rain or shine, every time

Corey Mo gon get his, so I hope you get yours

You gots to eat to live partner, we ain't got no choice[Verse 20: Mike Jones + (Ad-Libs)]

H-Town, got it on my back

Chrome 84's on the Cadillac

I stack stacks and stack plaques (stack plaques, stack plaques)

Ice Age, we run the town

Ice Age, we shuttin 'em down

As long as I make it multiply (multiply, multiply)

My new album is on the way

When you say my name, you say I'm paid

H-Town, we here to stay (here to stay, here to stay) (MIKE JONES!)

A millionaire, can you match that?

Two time plaque, can you add to that?

Eleven cars, can you handle that? (handle that, handle that)[Verse 21: GT + {Over Previous Verse}]

{UH! AWWWW! OKAY! GT MAYN! }

I got stock in my block, I'm a jock that rock and I ain't talkin MTV

My mp3's won't let you down, got it locked down like Timby Three's

7-1-3, 2-8-1, 8-3-2, that's what I claim

See my aim's, to shut down every MC that's caught up in this game

Mean as a rock, GT don't play, I scratch and mix and rap all day

H-TX comin soon, super tight, UGK

Classic material, gotta milk this game like cereal

I'm smooth like butter, but not Parkay, my reign is so imperial[Chorus: K-Ci]

I'm up early in the mornin, thinkin bout gettin this money

Lord knows, I gotta get that paper

The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, get it

Now I'm gettin it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down [REPEAT 4X]

I won't let you down[Verse 22: Chingo Bling + {Over Chorus}]

{CHINGO BLING! COME ON! CHINGO BLING! ARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOO!)

I own my mansions, fuck a belly, sun shinin on my pinky

When it come to independent, who you think invented?

I'm a money makin problem, don't believe me, ask Asylum

Down to the border or Harlem, bitch, you can ask about him (AY!)

I drop the top in that Lex again (YEAH!)

It wouldn't be H-Town without Mexicans (UH-UH!)

And it ain't been the same since they put 'em in the ground (ain't been the same!)

To Screw, Moe, HAWK and Pat: we won't let you down[Verse 23: Magno + {Over Previous Verse}]

{MAGNO YA HEARD? ! }

Got an old school, tan wood, my grind's harder than a canned good

My fan base expands hoods, so don't question their fan hood

I smelled the money, knew the odor

I'm a rep H-Town I'm the newest soldier

Kid with the arch ooo he polar, hustle harder than Louie Scoller

Reppin the block, cause the block where I hang

CD get copped, cause it's hot and it bang

From the beat to the rock, kid, rocks his thang

Won't let you down like a top in the rain

Got fans that's Crip that'll bang that metal

Fans so Bloody that they claim vessel

Fans like dyin they change for the better can't let you down, never, ever[Verse 24: Kiotti + {Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci)]

{OH! YOU SEE... }

I won't let down my city, I can't let down my fans

Got my Money Morris on, from a boy to a man

Mayn, hard body 'iotti, do you know what I do

Wreck mics go hard, man I pity the fool, my city the fool

A whole lotta gorillas here like RAWR!, my cities a zoo

Southeast Beach, welcome to my town

Where the slab's like a crab when it's movin around

Lotta rappers used to be the movement, I'm movin' up and they movin down

Black girl in my lap, girl, in that 'llac girl, when I move around

I lied, made a promise to my town, (I won't let you down)[Verse 25: Raw LT + (Ad-Libs)]

Let you down, never that

The top on the drop now that's a bet

Raw LT, raw like that

Countin my stacks in the back of the 'llac

The queen of my city, yes I is

It go both ways when I rock my hips

Collect more figgas, roll with gorillas

Can't let the track Breathe cause my name not Jigga

Roll with my fam, B-B-H, category six, gon evacuate

I rep for my hood, dubs all in ya face

And I would appreciate if you'd give me my space (yeah!)

Cause y'all ain't talkin bout nothin (naw!)

Y'all lame chicks steady bumpin (what?)

Raw LT, I hold the crown ain't no takin it from me[Verse 26: Grit Boys + {Over Previous Verse} + (Ad-Libs)]

{GHEA! }

G-Boy general, salute me in ya presence (ghea!)

Ghetto gospel, gon call me the reverend (ghea!)

Words hit you in your head like Excedrin

Tone down your voice, you're talkin to a veteran

This for HAWK, we gon grind til the last lick

That bastard, flow classic

Game sick, and famous like Magic

Pocket full of bread, actin like I never had shit[Verse 27: Paul Wall]

The streets is talkin and they tellin me to go get that cake

No time to waste, I can't wait, cause I got bread to break

These boys is fake, they bumpin they gums, sayin they payin dues

But they preoccupied up in the mall, buyin they gal shoes

I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills

The Johnny Dang watch in the Cadillac on vogue with cradle wheels

I'm cash collectin, still trill, chasin the dollar bill

My appetite is never filled, for chasin after these meals, I GOTTA GET IT![Verse 28: Boss]

Lil' Boss, tryna get a plaque to the house

A.B.N. representin, I'm all about the cross

Every time I touch a microphone it's all about the south

I be wreckin the feature, that's why I'm always takin off

I be up in the mornin for the first worm

I make 'em get it straight like ya first perm

I'm a G in the streets, you better first learn

I'm paid, still spendin what I first earned

When it come to doin this, I'm doing it for the trap

In the bottom of the gutter, I'm reppin it for the map

Feed me the clip, I'm protected by the strap

It's real over here, give a damn about a rap

I won't let my state down and that's for sure

T-E-X-A-S we in the do'

Raw nigga hizzout, it's about to show

If it ain't gangsta, then it's got to go[Verse 29: Grit Boys]

I keep a glock in the glove box, where the title's at

I don't sleep, I don't eat G, if I don't mash

Writin raps, rockin shows, that's a minor task

The hardest part is acceptance, today could be my last

Grid Iron, Grit Boys, HAWK was my mentor

Focus on the future, sights sharper than a pitchfork

Down with Cham since the Color Changin Click days

Ghetto Reality, take a seat and witness history[Verse 30: Yung Ro + (Chamillionaire)]

Yeah, I worked the nine-to-five, punchin the clock

Check-to-check, wearin a uniform, that didn't work out

So I left that alone, but then my stomach started rumblin

Ate oatmeal for days, what you know about it?, nothin!

Then that call came from Koop to come back to the streets (come back to the streets!)

Signed the deal, bought a house and a slab in the same week (hold up!)

Now I'm Swervin like Boosie when I'm ridin the streets

Smokin dro, climbin the ladder like ESG (keep goin mayn!)

Nice flows and shows, oh for sure, we grind

On that row, stackin this dough and autograph signin

And I gotta remind 'em, the name that's runnin the game

(Tell 'em the name they say is runnin' the game... Chamillitary mayn!)[Verse 31: Chamillionaire]

Our time has come, and your time has passed

Get out the way while I grind for cash

Money in the bank, and the rest be stashed

When it's all done, I will not be last

Y'all know me, y'all gon' see

Ben Franklin is my homie

E-Y-E's is all on me

So Lay It Down, like 'Ball & G

Naw, I can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dogs

Ridin dirty, flyin birdie, pop the trunk when I pass the laws

"Houston do we have a problem? ", obviously the answer's "naw"

Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, I'm a steal that rock, then pass to y'all[Verse 32: Big Mike + {Over Previous Verse} + (K-Ci) + [Chamillionaire]]

{YEAH! }

The OG's back from the system, picture me lettin you down

Can't see that day ever happenin, not at all, no way and no how

I'm from the gutter, you from the gutter, we still gon make it

Still gon represent what the streets taught us, it's hard to shake it

Where we go, we take it, we chosen for holdin it down

Respect the hustle, we gettin it, yeah they knowin us now

Big Mike I'm one hunnid, for real, ain't no hoe type can see me

A born Gert Town hound, who (won't let you down) [KEEP GOIN! ]

Spit for my ghetto children, I'd die just to be their voice

No one else there to chant for them and I'd die just to be their choice

My focal point be this vocal joint that I lay as guidelines

My savior be my example, shinin after I die[Verse 33: Scarface + {Over Previous Verse} + (Chamillionaire)]

{YEAH! }

Money my motive, my mission is to be holdin

At least two hundred million and more, cause if I'm closin

I want it to where it's set up, for the next generation of Jordan's

So that next generation of Jordan's, can have it easy

That's why I'm out here movin this work

Create a legacy, avoidin Kennedy's curse

My heart beats heavenly, I love you son for all that it's worth

And down to die if it came to the worst (talk to the streets 'Face!)

This for my niggas in struggle, just know I love you

Regardless to the pressure, I'm knowin you got to hustle

Cause nothin came to us easy, they planted us in tombstones

They quick to bury us niggas, that's how they do homes

My uncle told me, tell my niggas to read

Cause we in danger, got every city under a siege

A total stranger, could say you've sold a couple of keys

And got you locked and they won't let you leave[Verse 34: Pimp C + {Sung}]

{You call in some cars, I be in jets

Google "Pimp C", I'm all over the internet

That paint over the 'llac is so glass

UGK for life, I need to teach a pimpin class}, UH!

Cause I'm, gettin my paper, reppin my house

Say what I want to out my mouth

Fifteen years, I'm what it's about

Atlanta the south, that's no doubt

Pimp a snitch, you'se a clown

Say my name, it's gon go down

Rent your car, you rent your house

Kiss that girl, I been in ya mouth, UH!

Rollin' With My Homies - Coolio

Saturday morning, take the train for a ride

The sun is up, I got my homies by my side

Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers

On the beach, daddy dippin'

I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun

Then I bust a left for the 121

Pull it into park and lay it on the grass

I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass

Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear

Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here

I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin'

Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission

You can be blood, or you can see cryppin' fool

But I ain't trippin'

My homie snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright

But a-coolio with the flow seems to yak all nightRollin' with my homies

(Sippin' we yak all night, yeah)

Sippin' on yak all night

(I got us on the way in the c-b-t, and it's alright)

Yak all night

Rollin' with my homies

(Sippin' yak all night, yeah)

Sippin' on yak all night

(I got us on the way in the c-b-t, and it's alright)

Yak all nightPumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper

It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbor

Night time is the right time, a-dynamite!

We're gonna have a good time

I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass

Pop in the tape and a match

West when I fly I take the exit o'

And guess what I saw

Two fools at the light, they stared me up

But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "whats up?"

And even though I really don't want no trouble

I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble

I don't really wanna hurt nobody

So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party

I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket

Pass me the cup so we can get twistedI'm rollin' with my homies, yeah

'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeahI roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent

And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent

There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front

So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump

Here comes one now, she's on the tip

She says she likes the way my woofers kick

But I don't fall in love with every girl I see

So I pass up two and go straight to three

She got a ass like the back of a bus, 'cause

And that's why I say

I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point

Whats up? Do you wanna kick it or what?

I ain't got time to be frontin'

I ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' just a little sumpin' sumpin'

If you're fine and you won't front

I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you upYes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'

Yes I'm rollin' with my homies

Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'

Hooks - Defari

It's all y'all hooks

For real..

You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off

Yeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur

Yeah, it's like this, check it -I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it

Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey

Both eyes open for the enemy

Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy

Listen, my status is a regular nigga

Except, I'm smarter than the average nigga

Listen, I've never been a following nigga

From the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz

From - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga

Get his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure

Go figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour

On the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggazYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..

You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it

Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush

Straight from Fre???'s bush

Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed

It's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal

Y'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers

Now you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth

But you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin'

You ain't talkin' bout nothin'

I'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it?

You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it

Don't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick

Cause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my ????You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..

You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it

Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock

That's right, John got my line on tight

Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites

Clowns said they wasn't feelin' me

I've been sick of y'all hooks since last century

Rounds... of liqour for my niggaz

Pounds... of doja I told ya

I'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular

You gotta know how hard it is

With every word my fist touch your chin

Here, ease your wounds with gin

See a cowboy spit hard on top of ????

Make a man understand the way of righteous laws

See it used to be 26 lines back in the day

Now it's 256 rhymes in my two-wayYou wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..

You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?

It's all y'all hooks..

Talkin' out Da Side of Ya Neck - Dem Franchize Boyz

I know you sayin somethin

(what) I can't hear yaa

You talkin bout nothin

(what) I can't hear ya

See you need to change the subject

(what) I can't hear ya

If you ain't talkin money

I ain't really tryna hear yaOh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neckThey like wait wait naw you can't do that yet

They don't got cashed dolla they got another check

And we don't got the room keys

And I think the girl out to the movies

You can keep it pimpin dog,

My peice and my girl get to rippin ya'll

Yo he got white he got green he got peice

If you ain't talkin money you talkin chineseI know you sayin somethin

(what) I can't hear yaa

You talkin bout nothin

(what) I can't hear ya

See you need to change the subject

(what) I can't hear ya

If you ain't talkin money

I ain't really tryna hear yaOh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neckWe ain't gettin money you niggas talkin crazy

We shippin out shippin in gettin it in daily

Keep a main hustla & a tax writer successful with the rap

But I still get the white off

Monkey ass niggas talkin all crazy

Ain't talkin money so none of ya'll phase me

I'm gettin mine in watchin mine stack up

You need to do the same thing

And cut ya smallI know you sayin somethin

(what) I can't hear yaa

You talkin bout nothin

(what) I can't hear ya

See you need to change the subject

(what) I can't hear ya

If you ain't talkin money

I ain't really tryna hear yaOh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neckI get it in I'm a hustla I get hellapain

Talkin out the side of your neck

Check check the resime

I ain't yappin for my

Call me chestaroma I ain't chappin for my health

I'm a gangsta I'm a goon straight thug nigga

He a murderer a menis he a drug dealer for reaal

I know they sayin somethin bout me

But if they ain't talkin money it ain't nothin bout meI know you sayin somethin

(what) I can't hear yaa

You talkin bout nothin

(what) I can't hear ya

See you need to change the subject

(what) I can't hear ya

If you ain't talkin money

I ain't really tryna hear yaOh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neckI mean what I say.say what I mean

I ain't tryna hear ya unless ya conversation green

So keep quiet better yet keep your mouth closed

Act like janet dang got your mouth froze

Ya hear presidents seein dollar signs

And converse that's the bottom line

Money on my mind and nothing else,

If you ain't talkin money shit you talkin to ya selfI know you sayin somethin

(what) I can't hear yaa

You talkin bout nothin

(what) I can't hear ya

See you need to change the subject

(what) I can't hear ya

If you ain't talkin money

I ain't really tryna hear yaOh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Oh oh talkin out the side of your neck

Paranoid 18 - French Montana

Girls, L.G.B.N.A.F - Ice T

1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T

That's dj evil e, islam creates the beats

You girls look so sexy

I wish you all were up here with me

You drive me crazy with those big ole butts

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!Tonight,I wanta make this real clear,dear

I've no time to whisper in your ear

No time to remove our fears

I just wanta get near

Get butt naked and roll around

Move our bodies like up and down

Do that stuff that your mama call smut!

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!Come on,you know you wanta do it,too

It's good to me,and it's good to you

I only speak what's true

You say you don't,but I know you do

Come on up to my room

We'll undress by the light of the moon

Lay down and I'll caress that butt

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!I mean real stupid and nasty

I know what you wnat,so you don't have to ask me

Just lay back and I'll operate

Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate

And then we'll both feel great

Make your move tonight,girl,don't hesitate

We both want it,don't make it tough

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!Homeboys,you know the situation

You're trying to rap but they give you frustration

Nose in the air,turnin' you down

When you really wanta say! "yo baby let's get down"

But you don't,you keep frontin'

Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

When all that's really on your mind is what?"Yo baby l.g.b.n.a.f."

That's right if you're a man you want it

If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it

But my crew got to have it

And after they dog it,I autograph it

The syndicate don't lecture

We move in a group,seduce and capture

And if the posse has good luck

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!Islam takes the pictures

And girls,I'm a say evil e's gonna get ya

Get ya illin' in a nude mode

A double x-rated episode

Hotel rooms cold explode,when my posse unloads

Sex in effect when we're on the road

Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!Throw your hands up in the air

If you love sex I know you're out there

Safe sex that is,ya gotta be careful with this 88 sex biz

But that's another song

Girls,move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along

Homeboys,move in on that butt and say!

"Girl, let's get butt naked and fuck!"

L.G.B.N.A.F. - Ice T

1 2 1 2 1 2 3 I'm the emcee called Ice T

That's DJ Evil E Islam creates the beats

You girls look so sexy

I wish you all were up here with me

You drive me crazy with those big ole butts

Girl Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Tonight I wanta make this real clear dear

I've no time to whisper in your ear

No time to remove our fears

I just wanta get near

Get butt naked and roll around

Move our bodies like up and down

Do that stuff that your mama call smut!

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Come on,you know you wanta do it,too

It's good to me,and it's good to you

I only speak what's true

You say you don't,but I know you do

Come on up to my room

We'll undress by the light of the moon

Lay down and I'll caress that butt

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! I mean real stupid and nasty

I know what you wnat,so you don't have to ask me

Just lay back and I'll operate

Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate

And then we'll both feel great

Make your move tonight,girl,don't hesitate

We both want it,don't make it tough

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Homeboys,you know the situation

You're trying to rap but they give you frustration

Nose in the air,turnin' you down

When you really wanta say! "Yo baby let's get down"

But you don't,you keep frontin'

Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

When all that's really on your mind is what? "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F."

That's right if you're a man you want it

If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it

But my crew got to have it

And after they dog it,I autograph it

The SYNDICATE don't lecture

We move in a group,seduce and capture

And if the posse has good luck

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! ISLAM takes the pictures

And girls,I'm a say EVIL E's gonna get ya

Get ya illin' in a nude mode

A double X-rated episode

Hotel rooms cold explode,when my posse unloads

Sex in effect when we're on the road

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Throw your hands up in the air

If you love sex I know you're out there

Safe sex that is,ya gotta be careful with this 88 sex biz

But that's another song

Girls,move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along

Homeboys,move in on that butt and say!

Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!

Pretty Toes (Nelly ft. T.I. and Jazze Pha) - Jazze Pha

Whoa

Ladies and gentleman

We wanna welcome e'rybody for comin out tonight

To another S-T-L/A-T-L connection

We don't normally do this

But uhh.. we gon' keep the party goin I'm lookin for the country girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

City girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Sexy girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Pretty girls, ohh yeah [Nelly]

I need that one that'll make ya heart stop when you see her

She can get a pick of the 'Llac or the Modena

I'll give it all from two to fo'-seaters

It ain't gotta be Halloween, I'm trickin just to treat her

Jealousy in the air, other girls wanna be her

She young right now, she's an up-and-comin diva

She ain't gotta measure up, but she gotta be off the meter

But if I can dance with Cindy, I can dance with Shaquita

Cause I know I can, I shall, I will

I feels I can, I felt

I plays with a whole lotta mil's

You ain't talkin 'bout nothin if you ain't talkin 'bout dollar bills (hey!)

Shorty glow shine, so fine, you gotta keep her (hey!)

Pretty toed, half Black, half senorita (hey!)

Coochie so good, make it hard for you to leave her

I'm a playa so even if I'm losin I never cheat her, uhh **Chorus**

Girls, girls

Fly girls

Yeah yeah yeah

Pretty toes all around the world

I'm lookin for the country girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

City girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Sexy girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Pretty girls, ohh yeah Hey, hey

T.I.P. be off the meter when he sharp as a needle

In a new two-seater, pissin on niggaz ego

I don't wanna rap no mo', I'm CEO

No mo' menage-a-trois, the full trio

Three ho, get in they mind like Miss Cleo

You know, nigga try a hold like Judo (oh!)

I know a lot of nigga hot about me

I know you niggaz ain't forgot about me

I'm a shotter with the O's and the dro

And the blow and the, Jag-o and get the clothes out the sto'

Anyway - I got a bottle of Mo' and X-O

And I'm lookin for a modelin ho, so let's go

Get it right - six nights, six flights, six shows (six shows)

Six checks, each one, six oh's (six oh's)

Six broads to choose, they six pros

Light-skinned Asian bitches with pink toes **Chorus (repeat)** There's so many fly girls I've seen

around the world

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?)

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a who?)

Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne and Shirrrrl

(Yeah, yeah I know that name)

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?)

I gotta get me a girl, hey Uhh, uhh

Now I done been around the world TWICE, back again

Whoever thought I'd be twenty times plat-inum

Whoever thought I'd have jewels but I lack a gem

I done dealt with plenty dimes, but I lack the ten

A New York chick, I met her through the fashion biz

And we be doin them type of thangs - you can't imagine shit

She be bitin and screamin cause she's so passionate

Shorty got blue eyes but she African

African african **Chorus (repeat)** We wanna thank all the ladies for comin out tonight

Every one that.. you know, open-toed, inch-heel stilleto

Maybe you might have a open-toed sandle

Or maybe you just runnin to the grocery sto' in your house shoes

with your feet out, girl you lookin good

OH! There's so many fly girls I've seen

Around the worrrrld

I gotta get me a girl (Definitely, ladies please)

I gotta get me a girl (Keep your feet well-taken curr of)

Nikki, Tasha, Kiki and Laverne and Shirrrrl

I gotta get me a girl

I gotta get me a girl

I gotta get me a girl

Loco 135 - Lil Gotit

I promise that's a war

Lil Vontae slidin' with his shit, down to dog

Free Lil Clark

Long live Snake, he kept a Glock

Want a four door coupe, he gon' cop it

Long live Snake, yeah yeah

It's crazy but it's truePussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'

Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming

Monkey nuts on the draco

Let that bitch get to singin'

Real shooters, no blankin'

Hood Baby goin' loco

For the pesos, go coco

Loco

'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo

Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo

All my money crispy, yeah, honchos

They think I owe them something, yeah they locoI think they crazy, I'm Hood Baby, they get the message

Thats too many blessings, and I'm on ecstasy

Theres no more mess for me, and I'm okay

It's crazy but it's true

A Glock and a stick, yeah yeah, that's a fed case

I [?] my shit, yeah yeahh, I do the race

You ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', and that I know

And you a D1 ho, I fucked your throat

Hood Baby, I'll wipe your nose, send your ass home

Can't lay up with this ho, I gotta go

That's a Hellcat, got my wings back

Lean in a hatchback with the stick back, ready to clap back

You know itPussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'

Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming

Monkey nuts on the draco

Let that bitch get to singin'

Real shooters, no blankin'

Hood Baby goin' loco

For the pesos, go coco

Loco

'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo

Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo

All my money crispy, yeah, honchos

They think I owe them something, yeah they locoFree Taylor

Hit his ass up, he callin' for Mater

Free Glock, kept a Glock-30 'round, know nigga I'm poppin'

Lil Ron my twin, yeah, Money is my twin, yeah

Lil Keed my twin, yeah, Slimelife, he my twin, yeah

And that's no cap, Montana gon' pop any strap

Let out the Baby on hot block, we slidin' in a Wraith, go opp shop

They gon' lose, make the news, I'm not a scrooge

They burnt out and overdue, I turtle, stop watching me

I drink this shit 'til my heart stop beating

A lot of racks in these skinny jeans

Cash out, new Céline, neck iced out and it go bling

Rudy Gang be the team, I accomplished all my dreams

Left a big old Rari ring and I bought a bitch a ring, on GodPussy boy ain't gon' stain nothin'

Your cap, yeah, where I'm aiming

Monkey nuts on the draco

Let that bitch get to singin'

Real shooters, no blankin'

Hood Baby goin' loco

For the pesos, go coco

Loco

'Bout that moneys, yeah yeah, we go rojo

Pull up, photoshoot it, yeah, logo

All my money crispy, yeah, honchos

They think I owe them something, yeah they loco

K For Christmas - Lil Mosey

Slap 1 - Ludacris

[Chorus - 2X]

I know it's strange

But my brain's gone really insane

And I'm off the chain

Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap)

Slappin a nigga today

I feel like slappin a nigga today (slap slap)

Slappin a nigga today

Slappin a nigga today[Verse 1: Ludacris]

This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed)

I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head)

I don't really wanna work, I'm tired

I hate my 9 to 5

And I'm thinking bout killin my boss today

Killin my boss today

I'm thinking bout killin my boss today (it's just a thought man)

Killin my boss today (yeah)Yesterday my best friend died (died)

Somebody came and took his life (life)

Now I'm looking up at the sky

Have you ever seen a grown man cry?

And I'm asking why did you take him away?

Why did you take him away?

I'm asking why did you take him away? (why'd you take him)

Why did you take him away? (hey)I need some money please (please)

I can barely make it on these streets (these streets)

Cause I got a couple mouths to feed

My baby's in dire need

So I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today

Robbin a bank today

I'm thinking bout robbin a bank today

Robbin a bank today (real talk)Baby mama's at home and fussin' (fussin)

Callin up my mobile cussin' (cussin)

Always yappin about this and that

But she really don't be talkin bout nothin

Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away)

Take my pain away (please)

Somebody take my pain away (hey)

Take my pain away (I can't take it)[Chorus - 2X][Verse 2: Ludacris]

Somebody just broke in my ride (ride)

Snatched up everything inside (inside)

Even got my 45

How am I supposed to survive

When I know that my stereo's taken away

Stereo's taken away

When I know that my stereo's taken away (I need my music, man!)

Stereo's taken away (hey)Gas prices are way too high

Rich people are way too fly

And I'm where I wanna be in my life

But why am I so behind

Is it cause I'm wasting my time away

Wasting my time away

Is it cause I'm wasting my time away (too lazy)

Wasting my time away (I can't help it)My grandmama's nerves are bad (bad)

And everybody in the hood is mad (mad)

Cause President Bush could give a DAMN about our ass

So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (don't say nothin)

Shit that he has to say

I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say

Shit that he has to say (woo)Troops gone and we still at war (war)

Nobody even really knows what for (what for)

Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store

Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised man)

Tomorrow's not promised today

Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (live like today could be your last man!)

Tomorrow's not promised today (hey)[Chorus - 4X]

Sunlight 15 - Mac Miller

Top of the morning to you

You know, its been so dark outside

That I figured I’d turn a couple motherf-ckin lights on real quickUgh, I ain’t talkin ’bout nothin’ with a flow so disgutin’

Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in

Need substance, feed it to the public

No one gon’ touch it like my poppy’s old musket

Roll up to the function, eatin’ all the Funyuns

Sentence keep runnin’, word the double E Cummings

People say to me that it doesn’t mean nothin

Bumble bees buzzin’ cause the trouble needs lovin

Wonder who really give a fuck what I have to say?

Those are people that which I dedicate this rap today

If I have to, I’mma crack your face

Monday to Saturday, I’m actin’ like a basket case

While Sunday I’m goin’ golfin’ with my Callaway’s

Or watchin’ football, word to Joey Galloway

Take a shower start singin’ like Al Green

From outside, it probably soundin’ like some loud screams

Always had child dreams and nightmares

My music like the airport I hop on a flight there

Wana go to Monaco to see what its like there

Roll up in a pair of Nike Airs, just like ‘Yeah

Wassup, here I am, lookin’ in the mirror and

All I see is me, I’m in peace

Go rent out a penthouse, forget all my problems

The things I regret now, be gone by the mornin

My life is startin’, I’m ready as I ever been

Pencilin’ my schedule that I gotta move on from mistakes

Number 1 albums, always givin’ you mixtapes

And that’s what Ima do until I’m richer than Bill Gates

It ain’t all about money for me though

I do this for the people who need a boost in their ego

Work a lot, I’m an addict not a fiend though

Get up, get out, and get somethin’, word to Cee Lo

Bottles of Cleco, a couple of Cristal

May head to L.A like I’m Chris Paul

Bout to go platinum off of missed calls

So all of y’all can lick ballsYeuhhh

Just you knowRun from the dark

Into the light

You know, you know you’re gona find your way out

Run from the dark

Into the light

Oh-woah, you know you’re gona find your way

That’s right, into the sunlight

Pretty Toes - Nelly

Whoa

Ladies and gentleman

We wanna welcome e'rybody for comin out tonight

To another S-T-L/A-T-L connection

We don't normally do this

But uhh.. we gon' keep the party goin I'm lookin for the country girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

City girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Sexy girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Pretty girls, ohh yeah [Nelly]

I need that one that'll make ya heart stop when you see her

She can get a pick of the 'Llac or the Modena

I'll give it all from two to fo'-seaters

It ain't gotta be Halloween, I'm trickin just to treat her

Jealousy in the air, other girls wanna be her

She young right now, she's an up-and-comin diva

She ain't gotta measure up, but she gotta be off the meter

But if I can dance with Cindy, I can dance with Shaquita

Cause I know I can, I shall, I will

I feels I can, I felt

I plays with a whole lotta mil's

You ain't talkin 'bout nothin if you ain't talkin 'bout dollar bills (hey!)

Shorty glow shine, so fine, you gotta keep her (hey!)

Pretty toed, half Black, half senorita (hey!)

Coochie so good, make it hard for you to leave her

I'm a playa so even if I'm losin I never cheat her, uhh **Chorus**

Girls, girls

Fly girls

Yeah yeah yeah

Pretty toes all around the world

I'm lookin for the country girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

City girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Sexy girls (go shorty, do your thing now)

Pretty girls, ohh yeah Hey, hey

T.I.P. be off the meter when he sharp as a needle

In a new two-seater, pissin on niggaz ego

I don't wanna rap no mo', I'm CEO

No mo' menage-a-trois, the full trio

Three ho, get in they mind like Miss Cleo

You know, nigga try a hold like Judo (oh!)

I know a lot of nigga hot about me

I know you niggaz ain't forgot about me

I'm a shotter with the O's and the dro

And the blow and the, Jag-o and get the clothes out the sto'

Anyway - I got a bottle of Mo' and X-O

And I'm lookin for a modelin ho, so let's go

Get it right - six nights, six flights, six shows (six shows)

Six checks, each one, six oh's (six oh's)

Six broads to choose, they six pros

Light-skinned Asian bitches with pink toes **Chorus (repeat)** There's so many fly girls I've seen

around the world

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?)

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a who?)

Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne and Shirrrrl

(Yeah, yeah I know that name)

I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?)

I gotta get me a girl, hey Uhh, uhh

Now I done been around the world TWICE, back again

Whoever thought I'd be twenty times plat-inum

Whoever thought I'd have jewels but I lack a gem

I done dealt with plenty dimes, but I lack the ten

A New York chick, I met her through the fashion biz

And we be doin them type of thangs - you can't imagine shit

She be bitin and screamin cause she's so passionate

Shorty got blue eyes but she African

African african **Chorus (repeat)** We wanna thank all the ladies for comin out tonight

Every one that.. you know, open-toed, inch-heel stilleto

Maybe you might have a open-toed sandle

Or maybe you just runnin to the grocery sto' in your house shoes

with your feet out, girl you lookin good

OH!

There's so many fly girls I've seen

Around the worrrrld

I gotta get me a girl (Definitely, ladies please)

I gotta get me a girl (Keep your feet well-taken curr of)

Nikki, Tasha, Kiki and Laverne and Shirrrrl

I gotta get me a girl

I gotta get me a girl

I gotta get me a girl

Perfect Defect - N.E.R.D.

First day of school, guess who?

I would bump, into

the creme de la creme, that's you

But they treat you like, doo doo

So then you had to use, my wit

And think a-bout it

That's when I had to admit

They were right, you're the shit[Chorus]

I don't care who gets you

I don't care what they don't see

I don't need God to remix you

It's less for them, but mo' for meee!

Oh you're so perfect, oh don't ignore me girl

Them other girls just service, they do nuttin for me girl

Oh you're so perfect, don't you ignore me girl

Ain't no need to be nervous, this'll workout surely girlLet's take it slow, to begin

Don't worry about, the blueprint

Get to know you, then we win

Friends to love, the end

I know it's always, somethin

But they ain't talkin 'bout, nothin

This is my car, jump in

Cinderella, no pumpkin[Chorus]

I don't care who gets you

I don't care what they don't see

I don't need God to remix you

It's less for them, but mo' for meee!

Oh you're so perfect, oh don't ignore me girl

Them other girls just service, they do nuttin for me girl

Oh you're so perfect, don't you ignore me girl

Ain't no need to be nervous, this'll workout surely girlYeah, why?

Ahh c'mon cheer up baby

You know I make you laugh

Meet Tina Tonya Tracy

We're havin a bubble bath

The girls are blowin bubbles

They naked in the field

The smoke comes out the flowers

Mm-hmm, you know the deal[Chorus]

I don't care who gets you

I don't care what they don't see

I don't need God to remix you

It's less for them, but mo' for meee!

Oh you're so perfect, oh don't ignore me girl

Them other girls just service, they do nuttin for me girl

Oh you're so perfect, don't you ignore me girl

Ain't no need to be nervous, this'll workout surely girlOh you're so perfect, oh don't ignore me girl

Them other girls just service, they do nuttin for me girl

Oh you're so perfect, don't you ignore me girl

Ain't no need to be nervous, this'll workout surely girl[Chorus]

I don't care who gets you

I don't care what they don't see

I don't need God to remix you

It's less for them, but mo' for meee!

Oh you're so perfect, oh don't ignore me girl

Them other girls just service, they do nuttin for me girl

Oh you're so perfect, don't you ignore me girl

Ain't no need to be nervous, this'll workout surely girl

Religious / Ratchet Wit Yo Friends - Ne-Yo

Religious / Ratchet Wit Yo Friends 1 - Ne-Yo

I love lookin' at you

In the way God intended us

I'm talkin' 'bout nothin' on but a smile

And a little bit of sweat from when we made loveAnd you got me singin' ooh

Oh your body makes me go ooh

I throw up my hands, say thank you to the man

'Cause just a touch, you is a blessin' and I'm glad I canAll I can say is hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah pretty baby

You got me religious, got me religious, got me religious

And all I can say is hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah pretty baby

You got me religious, got me religious, got me religiousI love bein' with you

'Cause you're easily worth adorin'

Your voice in my ear somethin' like a choir of angels

Easy like Sunday morningAnd you got me singin' ooh

Oh your body makes me go ooh

And I just throw up both my hands, say thank you to the man

'Cause to be around you is a blessin' and I thank God I canAll I can say is hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah pretty baby

You got me religious, got me religious, got me religious

And all I can say is hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah pretty baby

You got me religious, got me religious, got me religiousOh when I see you in the mornin'

Breakfast in bed

When you smile at me, oh

When you rub my head

All that I can say is, "Thank you Lord"

For bringin' this one to me, yeah

All that I can say is, "Thank you Lord"

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

You got me religious, you got me religious, got me religious

Said that all I can say, "Hallelujah, hallelujah"

Got me religious, got me religious

I said, "Thank you Lord, thank you Lord, thank you Lord"

Body Catchers - NLE Choppa

(Banger, banger)

Ayy

And we came from nothing

No, no, no, no, no, hey (brr)

Yeah-yeah, yeah, oh (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)Told my mama we straight, put the food on her plate

So you know that a young nigga pavin' the way

He ain't talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout nothin'

You know that a nigga on the paper chase (fuck 'em)

I was stickin' up niggas, I needed that cash

My mama had told me to change my ways (grr)

That shit was so crazy, my mind was racin'

I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days

Goin' bad broke, man, a nigga like, "uh-uh" (uh-uh)

Glock on my lap, but the chopper in the trunk (the trunk)

Drippin' nowadays, I was ridin' on a bunk (on a bunk)

Interrogation room, I was actin' like a dumb-dumb (a dumb-dumb)

I don't know shit, I can't tell you nothin' (I don't know shit)

Bitch, I came up off robbin' and hustlin'

I got them bodies, but I can't discuss it

And if I see an opp, I'ma kill him in public (I'ma kill him)We are the body catchers, yeah

(The body catchers, the body catchers)

I'ma leave a fuck nigga layin' on a stretcher

(On a stretcher, on a stretcher), yeah, yeahFirst row, I was just in the nosebleeds, niggas say they didn't know me (the fuck?)

If a nigga say that I'm a ho or a bitch, he gon' have to come show me (come test me)

Got twin glocks like zack and cody, make 'em lean like codeine

I was thirteen, sellin' all the dope fiends, had to get it by any means (trap, trap)

I'ma speak my mind, but I think about murder

Go flip an opposition like a nigga was a burger (yeah, yeah)

How the fuck you a street nigga, rats in your circle? (yeah, yeah)

If a nigga tell what I did, I'ma have to murk him

I'ma decorate a nigga casket

How you a shooter, you ain't got no badges? (you a bitch)

Mama cryin' on the scene, tragic

My bullets a present, they'll leave you in the past tenseTold my mama we straight, put the food on her plate

So you know that a young nigga pavin' the way

He ain't talkin' 'bout money, he talkin' 'bout nothin'

You know that a nigga on the paper chase

I was stickin' up niggas, I needed that cash

My mama had told me to change my ways

That shit was so crazy, my mind was racin'

I hit my knees every night and prayed for better days

Goin' bad broke, man, a nigga like, uh-uh (uh-uh)

Glock on my lap, but the chopper in the trunk (the trunk)

Drippin' nowadays, I was ridin' on a bunk (on a bunk)

Interrogation room, I was actin' like a dumb-dumb (a dumb-dumb)

I don't know shit, I can't tell you nothin' (I don't know shit)

Bitch, I came up off robbin' and hustlin'

I got them bodies, but I can't discuss it

And if I see an opp, I'ma kill him in public (I'ma kill him)We are the body catchers, yeah (the body catchers)

I'ma leave a fuck nigga layin' on a stretcher (on a stretcher, stretcher)The body catchers, the body catchers

On a stretcher, on a stretcher, ayy

Spend That (ft.Young Jeezy) - R. Kelly

Ain't nothin' to a boss, yeah I spend that

I ain't worried 'bout the cost, I spend that

Poppin' bottles in the club, yeah I spend that

I can buy the whole club, yeah I spend that

Throw that money, spend that dough

Throw that money, spend that dough

Throw that money, spend that dough

Throw that money, spend that doughRoof off of that, coupe all black

Private jet, did the show, now I'm right back

Buy the mall out, yeah I wild out

Hundred bottles in the club, now I'm showin' out

Imma shine on 'em, I'mma grind on 'em

Take a shot, turn up, and go dumb on 'em

Imma let my ice show, that's the sun on 'em

Flash money at the haters, that's a gun on 'emGot picasso on the wall, I spend that

Tom ford to the drawers, I spend that

Three bitches, one me

And they all on the dick, call it 3d

I bought a pound out in paris, oohwee

Ain't inside of this world, e.t

Yeah italian on the suit, I spend that

Y'all just gettin' rich, I been thatYou know I fuck with them bitches that like to fuck with them bitches

I heard you fuck with them niggas that like to fuck with them snitches

What you got in your pockets, I see you holdin' them figures

I hope you don't blow it all cause that would just be ridiculous

Think I'm addicted to ballin', think I'm addicted to cash

If we leave here tonight, girl I murder that ass

Don't be all in my section if you ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin'

We ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then we ain't talkin' bout nothin'

See I came with my niggas, we came to fuck up a chickThis some real shit to give, you better show some respect

My two-door's exotic, I blow my money with style

I got some young niggas from my turf with me, they're wild

I got some bitches with ass, I got some bitches with class

Got a bitch right now, west side, hold the stash

If the windows are tinted, a quarter milli' a minute

Ain't leavin' shit in my pockets because I came here to spend itThis your birthday, girl, I'mma spend that

Cake, cake, cake, cake, get up in that

You set the bar so high they can't top that

Them other chicks ain't on your level, tell 'em "stop that"

Black panties on, girl drop that

Look back at me, like I own that

Best pussy in the club and she know that

I make it rain so much, you gotta mop that

Moët, pop that

It's a celebration, girl, gon' toast that

Throw that money, spend that dough

Make it twerk, on that pole