and thangs. thang it aint, mayn Letra

Caller #10 1 - 69 Boyz

Ain't Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part 2) 1 - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Chorus (Krayzie)

Aint nuthin changed, everyday

Aint nuthin changed....(3x)

Its an everyday thing when you hear tha bukk bang

Mo thuggstaz always claim

Stay thug up in this game

N remain tha same

So follow me now see (now see)

Up to tha double glock n

Hear pistols poppin(poppin)

???

Everybody get, get down(4x)

Krayzie

I like ta puff up on my caine

Wittout tha grain

??????

Ya'll gon' need all my change

Im pullin my people up outta tha bullshit

Thatz why we do this thuggsta music

You be pullin on tha dubie, dubie

B.o.n.e. So lovley

Gotta get, gotta get, get money

Mo money, thuggin

Foreva we keepin it real

Im ready ta show tha last nigga

How a mo thug hit tha shit

Than be rollin with tha murda, we golden

Rollin down with indo we go

Than get stopped, we all thug(yeah)

Ready to bust on in at night

Shoot em up, shoot em up

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Layzie

Im wonderin really how many more niggas'll be in a coffin

Before its my time, imma die right here

Take losses, not a dime

Everyday its tha same, n i gotta get mine for tha crime

My mental be blessin my pistol

My only utensil for cheddar

Its on tha level, war

Whateva my mind is my judge

Imma kiss or my pleasure with ya

Like kid come parlay with lay

All through my hood

Be back, everything gonna be all good

Niggas ridin real

Like i would

Goin against tha grind

Its all tha same, its all tha same

Smokin alotta weed ?????

No pain, no gain

You straight up hate, n thats a shame

How long we'll arrange

Bang, bang gotta get down for my thang

Aint nothin ta do ta get out of this game (out of this game)

You'll try, but you still will see

You could be

N roll tham greens of tha earth

Were religious baby

Baby tell me whut do you wanna do

Tell me whut you wanna do

You wanna ride n smoke with me

Or i can ride n smoke with you

Its all cool, its all cool, its all cool

Tina Terry - Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina

Tina Terry

Horns and Halos(Nikky)

I use to slither like a snake

Forget the chit chatter it really didn't matter if the other bitch was badder

I climb it like a ladder she's feenin like a clucka

The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka

Cause I blow blueberry that's something I can carry till I met this fine bitch her name was Tina Terry

She hit me like a rave like she hit the stage

She looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid

Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise

I'll give you half the chance; if you could see it in my eyes

But don't be a buster gotta kill the structure we get a little chedda man from

Any cat that touch her

She said she was game and knew I had game

But even with game girl you gotta use your brain

Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5'9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry

These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know

She got a stylin body made from God

I put her in the Lac im tryin to make a stack

Man cats be sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that

I pull down my hat it aint no surprise I cover up my eyes but im not tryin to hide Man you'll realize you can test it by the bitch

Especially when the chicken sayin "Baby take this"

In a real way (Dubee)

Now listen,

The homies told me you was open season on a renegade night toleratin so keep game she workin that blade up and cursin this game up she aint claimin your name I aint servin you papers

I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just rocked the show knocked it like a door

From day you was curtains you callin my number. (Hello)…6 foota down south baby all through the summer me and you gotta show me that she really was down we hit the map all tracks every city and town

And to that pay you know the games way out give me the loot and ima swoop you from grey hound face down

Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know every thang copasetic

Blazed up a black put her down a sac my homie asked me EQ where you knock that I pulled out a row and you know she lost control of everything a half a thizz, back wood and the Hennessey

Now I got her outta body and mind but this real thang I aint talkin Bonny and Clyde (Shag Nasty)

Don't chall know you fuckin wit a real mac that aint goin for nothin but bringing all the scratch back outta cash man your boy will snatch a peezay since she comin delinquent wit bringin all the scratch back Im known to comin and go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I'll mac a hoe so hard they call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to have they money right before they come and see me

Like my home girl Tina she was more than a misdemeanor when it comes to Tina she's a pipe cleaner people ask me where I meet the hoe when me and Queezy was chillin at a hicky show she whispered in my ear shag you ready to go pointed toward the Bentley and flashed some doe I looked at that as said Girl foe sho told my home boys gotta hoe gotta go………..

Listen 23 - Boss Hogg Outlawz

[Slim Thug]

Close your lips and open your ears, for a change

You just might, learn some thangs

I don't understand your plan, let me get this right

You broke, but you grinding all day and night

You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan's and a chain

I know, everybody wanna have nice thangs

But mayn, you must think the dope game is a game

Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain

Better stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn

Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring

Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain

Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible thang

You better listen, I talk too shit too raw explain

Better learn from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang

I been there done that, fought that won that

Lost that and got it right back, you better listen[Hook - 2x]

Quit being hard headed (yeah I hear you mayn)

Open your ears and just listen (yeah I hear you mayn)

Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn)[Kyleon]

It's more than one way out here, to get that do'

It don't take a rocket scientist, to get that bro

You can get that fast, get that slow

Hit licks with that grass, with that blow

Or with that pads, spit that flow

Or gamble with it, try to get back mo'

Uh-uh not me, I refuse to lose

You either got it or you don't, and I refuse to choose

And candy blue's I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose

And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools

My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and hustle

If it wasn't for this rap, I'd try to find a hustle

Why niggaz sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle

24/7-3/65, my time to hustle

I'd be a dealer out here, I got dimes and shuffles

Kyleon, is what really defines the hustle, just listen mayn[Hook][Chris Ward]

You need to quit talking so much, for a minute and hush

Stop trying to throw down boy, why you in such a rush

You play the game, as if you got a royal flush

But if you don't cool off, you just might get touched

I grind against the grain, and your brain like a crush

Cause for me to get mine, is a plus and a must

But listen, hustling ain't for everybody

Especially if you ain't got the heart, and you's a scary body

Oh but I know, you don't hear me boy

It's gon take som'ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy

But I'm so sick and tired, of teaching and preaching

You ain't even meet me half way, it's like I'm the only one that's reaching

While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself smashed

Pumped up, wrecked and crashed

You must of forgot my nigga, your future's my past

You oughtta listen, 'fore you wind up on your ass[Hook - 2x][Sir Daily]

On how, I got this cash

I sold zones bled mics, moved rocks and hash

I click pro long, had to get on these blocks and mash

You want your do' long, try to hit these blocks and mash

Be careful though, you got niggaz that watch your stash

And the second you slip get off his hip, gon pop your ass

Get a connect cop a Tech, take your prize in the dash

We balling now, hit the lot put your ride on glass

You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass

Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass

Knocked off your feet you looking weak, your boys slide on past

Had a high class bitch, now you collide with trash

Now you the hoodrat plumber, pushing hoodrat lil' mama

Laid up with the slut, and caught the high five from her

Now you lying like a plumber, sick broke and in drama

Should of listened

Luv it Main - C Note

(*talking*)

Down South, know I'm saying

3rd Coast we in the do' baby, Screwed Up Click fa sho

My nigga Big H.A.W.K., my nigga E.S.G.

C-Note off that Botany baby, it's going down down here baby

Swanging on 4's, shining up the 4's you know I'm saying

Pinky rings piece and chains baby, this how we do it down South[Hook]

Piece and chain, diamond rings (love it mayn)

Gripping grain, doing your thang (love it mayn)

And if you swanging on them thangs, (love it mayn)

All my niggaz say (love it mayn), all my bitches say (love it mayn)[C-Note]

Love it mayn up on my shirt, I love it when I put in work

Make it twerk or make it jerk, I'll show ya how I go bizzerk

I'm trying to see ya shake some'ing, girl you bout to break some'ing

Make me wanna take some'ing, fuck around and create some'ing

Feeling real good all through the hood, lean in the cup got to come up

Down South we blowing up, down South we showing up

Slip and slide got the buck hide, four t.v.'s off in my ride

Two t.v.'s off in my vis', see which side I'm platinumized

Line em up off in a line, call my dentist get my teeth shined

Sign em up got to resign, all my bumpers got to recline

I'ma come up on another level, mashing on a Benzo gas pedal

Cappers get your shit together, rappers get your hit together

And you can shine just like me, and you can rhyme just like C

S.U.C. and the E.S.D., know who it be down Botany

Say my name like you do in vein, like Po-Yo mayn we off the chain

Showing the world how we gripping grain, I cant explain we love it mayn[Hook][H.A.W.K.]

Love it mayn wanna dub it mayn, on the microphone I bring the pain

Shouldn't of let me off the chain, this how I spell my name

H-A-W-K, ladies love the shit I say

Put it in the hole like Dr. J, cross you up like Hardaway

Smoke fresh cheeva that on my limbs, use synonyms and antonyms

Write em down polish them, tracks I'm on I demolish them

Got mo' chips then Pringles, the song I'm on a single

I can spit it bilingual, and make your body tingle

Flossing in the Range Ro', wide frame fo' do'

Fat sack of hydro, rolled in an optimoe

I unclog the smog, with my southern dialogue

Digital or analog, I bite the mic like a bulldog

I boss hogg in a Lexus, lane to lane driving wreckless

Princess cuts up in my necklace, love it mayn this Houston Texas

I'ma squash the plex with Note and E, put it down for P-A-T

I represent the S.U.C., till the day I D-I-E love it[Hook][E.S.G.]

Who it be it's E.S.G., been acting bad since '93

Me and Big H.A.W.K. we gangsta walk, everytime I talk I'm blinging G

See my teeth you see C-Note's, Escalades we pulling boats

Love it mayn we thugging mayn, been hustling mayn fuck the folks

Smoke endo till my throat hurt, big fo' do' sitting low on skirts

Swang and swerve I'm sipping syrup, burn a hole in the Icerberg shirt

Me and Will-Lean we killa team, chrome 19's on the Houston scene

Pulling up platinum trucks, fifteen inch computer screen

Sipping coedine just like it legal, riding around with a desert eagle

Screwed Up Click we drop them hits, just like them bricks fuck the people

Southside nigga be piling stacks, watch how fucking wild we act

Give me the track and I'll crack the dat, new Cadillac I ain't filed no tax

Rap it fast screw it later, piece and gator you's a playa

Give me the mic and watch me blow, whoa like a tuba playa

Cedric Hill Cedric So', two triple O when I shut the do'

Rapper slash CEO, yeah bitch love it hoe[Hook]

Pick My Brain 1 - Devin The Dude

[Chorus]

Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I've changed

I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came

Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain

And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang

Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I've changed

I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why I came

Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain

And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang

Aww mayne[Verse 1] *Devin with (an upcoming rapper)*

Up in the scene with some green in my jeans

Me and my team made of most of weed things

Just leaving the lab, bout to have

Bust a drink, find some ink and hope it don't stink

I go out hardly but when I chill at a party

I just be glad to see everybody

Having a good time as we chill and reminisce

Get on the flo' and bust a move, remember this?

As I see the ladies ringing while the DJ is spinning

Bout to toss up on some pussy, ain't finna pay a penny

Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good, I wish we could

Get to know each other and uh

(Hey, check it out man!...

I'm tryin to get out there man, what's the best way to do it, man?

I'm tryin to get out there)

You tryin to get out there, man I don't know, man

I know the door is up there to the right

(Aww man, you trippin)[Chorus][Verse 2]

That nigga bustin me and talkin bout the publishing

When that ain't the conversation we discussing

When we got a group of bitches over there in the mix

Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed

I don't know right now how much will I charge for a verse

But I do know that my dick is so hard that it hurts

Lookin at that bitch over there, excuse me mayne

Let me spit my game, hopefully she'll lick my thang

(Oh that nigga trippin, that nigga think he that

That nigga think he this, hey nigga ain't bout shit

Man he ain't gon help a brother out in need

All that nigga wanna do is fuck hoes and smoke weed

Man you know I'm tryna come up and tryna do mines

And that nigga there he ain't got time!)

We got sweets, got freaks, got joints and shits

I won't talk about no mothafuckin points and splits[Chorus][Verse 3]

We talkin and we jokin bout to spark it finna smoke it

(Say man my CD's about ready, man what I do)

Market and promote it!

Man my dick I'm tryin to poke it in the broad when I leave

It's kinda difficult to do it wit you slobbin on my sleeve

Nigga please hit the weed and chill fo' a sec

What are the chances of you getting the deal fo' I jet?

With all due respect I understand your hustle

But I'm tryna get one-a-deez hoez to hug my love muscle

(Man, what's a love muscle?

What's a love muscle? Hey man!)

Move, Shake, Drop - Flo Rida

[Laz]

We gonna shut em down

Ya'll thought we killed em with the last one?

EEEOOWWWW

REMIXX

Casely, DB, Diaz Brothers, flo rida, Poboy, Pitbull, DJ Laz[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[Flo-Rida, PoBoy:]

Flo rida- dj laz- Poooo boy

EYYYY i wanna see you move

Shake it, drop it shorty, lil mama got the body

Uh-huh

Slim waste, that apple bottoms she got

Make it look good all in my face

I like when they loose, patron get abused

DJ Laz got them on pimp juice

She bringing it back, throwin it around for niggas stacks

I think i'll give her the cash, do what she do with her-

Ask me what if i think

Shorty fine damn right i'm about to lose my mind.

So stacked know how to make they body wind, grind, i wanna press rewind

Now give it to me one time, give it to me two time

Flo Rida must say i like with them freaks

Get Lucy Lo to the floor in them jeans

Ay baby, tig ol' bitties Baby Bree

When I'm in the club with DJ L-A-Z

[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[Casely:]

Hey Laz I got you homie

Girl you lookin for a stunna, come here hunny

Yes I wanna see you in the back, (yeah) you know where i'm at (yeah)

Girl you lookin for a stunna, yes I wanna

We could do freaky things right in the back, shake your ass like that, that, that, that.

Girl im trying to think of just what to say

Lookin at your body justs hurts my brain

When you do that d-d-double bound

Baby i aint playin around

Do your thang girl, work your skillz on my lap

Just turn around and let me smack, smack, smack, smack[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[Pitbull:]

I got 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's

I got them 50's

Got them 100's baby

I got plenty, I wanna see ya work (work) that pole

'till 'till 'till you get sweaty

I wanna hit it from (from) the back

I promise your like if if you let me[Hook:]

Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[DJ Laz:]

Move it to the dance floor

Make that body work girl

Don't be scared, shake that thang

We got plenty of cash girl

You (you) call your friends, and i (i) call my friends and

We can do that thang in the back (back) of the benz girl[Hook:]

Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy said)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[Stripper:]

Shake (shake) my ass ass

Show (show) my thong thong

Do (do) my thang thang

Aint nothing wrong.

Aint nothing wrong.

Shake (shake) my ass ass

Show (show) my thong thong

Do (do) my thang thang

Aint nothing wrong.

Aint nothing wrong.[Hook:]

Cause I like booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties booty n tig 'ol bitties[Chorus:]

I wanna see you move move shake shake now drop (what your momma say)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your daddy said)

Move move shake shake now drop (what your sista say)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop[Chorus: Outro]

Move move shake shake now drop

Move move shake shake now drop

Move move shake shake now drop (I like, I like)

Move move shake shake now drop drop drop drop

From the Out Side Looking In - Frankie J

Yo..... I wanna dedicate this song to everyone out there

who went threw the same thing... Just keep it real yall.

She was 5 foot 3, unique, with them brown eyes.................

so beautiful that I had to make her my wife.......................

I put my trust in her, I had a kid with her...................

I thought that I would be happy till the end with her..........So you live and learn, thats what you have told me.............

And now Im filling so miserable and lonely.....................

I should have listened to your (words).........................

I should have listen to your words.............................Chorus

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From that long conversation we had long ago....................

'Bout the same situation that im going threw...................

From a Friend to a Friend you would say the truth..............

From the outside lookin in (she wasnt good at all).............

I thought that you loved me (she wasnt good at all)............

I really really thought she cared..hmmm..(She hasnt good at all)

How could I been been such a fool..............................

Not to listen to your words (She hasnt good at all)............

I should have never never....never stayed with her.............MM

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I told you from the beginning.....about this girl..............

That shes only gonna play some games...........................

And I know she did not feel the same...........................

'Cuz I saw it in her eyes, Man.. shes only up for your moneyNow usually I dont say a word...but I know about these type of girls

This type of girls....they come and go.........................

Remember when I told you 'bout it..............................

When I told you that she wasnt down... that she wasnt proud....Chorus

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From that long conversation we had long ago....................

'Bout the same situation you was going threw...................

From a Friend to a Friend you would say the truth..............

From the outside lookin in (she wasnt good at all).............

I told you 'bout this kind of girl (She wasnt good at all).....

I know you knew................................................

But I never listened to ya....no no no..(She hasnt good at all)

U know she hasnt down with you...(she wasnt good at all).......

I should have listened to your words (yah!)....yeah............RL

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We must of had a different vision of love......................

Tender kisses and hugs.........................................

Makin' me weak in the knees...thats how vicious it was.........

I'm from the gutter gud...you know its vicious for thugs.......

where unfamiliar faces look suspicious to us...................

I used to miss you soo much I put the pimp aside...............

Broke out the climatize, gave you the simple life..............

I'll meet family...man...getting my salary tight............

But as soon as you drop your guard thats when reality bites....

It leaves a open wound....breathe...got your cover blown.......

But I be over you.....I'm silent to the bone...................

I shoulda listen to my boy and I woulda known..................

U do ur thang I aint concerned babygirl (She wasnt good at all)

shes out....YeahI knew she wasnt Good enough....(She wasnt good at all).........

I knew but I didnt care yeah yeah....(She wasnt good at all)....

I told 'bout this kind of girl......(She wasnt good at all).....

I know I did this to myself.....................................I know I did this to myself....(She wasnt good at all)..........

I tried to warn u 'bout this kind of girl (She wasnt good at all)

I just wish someone would buy her love..........................

Or at least I thought it was love....yeah....oooooh ooooh.......She wasnt good at all....She wasnt good at allllll..............

yeah yeah...... I said Im glad shes out of my Life..............

If You a Thug 1 - Krayzie Bone

(Chorus 4x)

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard

clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands(LaReece)

If you a thug nigga what, you poppin slugs at snitch niggas

you aint playing, shit you's a halt about your figgas

if you thug,forever rollin on dubs

20 deep (?) pressin the clubs with your thugs(K-mont)

Nigga if you a thug than youu better have tatts

and whenever I got beef than I can call you for straps

nigga if you a thug than you all about paper

and you know theres only one way you got to deal with a hater(Krayzie)

If you a thug

you wouldn't have been talkin it

you would have been walkin it

loading up your pistol marking your target and popping it

if you a thug then what the fuck that make me?

a Krayzie...nigga y'all aint trying to see(Asu)

If you a thug only thing squilling will be your wills and

you was a pilling at still at whoever the fuck you wasn't feeling

thugs know the verse, my thugs holler louder than that

you dont hear them, you heard them in niggas just follow the path(Chorus 4x)(Lareece)

If you a thug I know you aint loving the bitch,hugging the bitch

you say you just be rubbing the clique

if you a thug you know you cant be tricking the dough

roll up in the halls, keep eyes on your foes(K-Mont)

(yea yea yea)(K-Mont)

Nigga if you a thug than its bitches you lust

You know its hard to find a pritty dyme piece you trust

nigga if you a thug than you got to get yours

you still doing your thang, but aint no love for hores(Krayzie)

If you a thug you dont some money to make some money

because if you a thug, if you aint got it you taking money

if you a thug you dont give a fuck about the judge

doing three strikes when you living your life thug!(ASU)

What a thug see thru whatever you were trying to do

i bet a thug can show you better than a thug can tell you

thugs stay talking, and walking,stay rolling and sparking up

thugs stay swollen in they hearts and in they nuts(Chorus)(Lareece)

If you a thug oh yeah you know you staying (?) so high

keep your heat on your side when you ride

if you a thug see you that type of nigga that never given a fuck

mad doggin on than niggas like what

if you a thug(K-Mont)

If you a thug you probably fighting a case

harrassed by the police and probably sprayed with mase

nigga if you a thug you know the law aint shit

you screaming fuck the police

and telling the president to eat a dick(Krayzie)

If you a you would of been screaming this shit before we was

is you a thug or a nigga just trying to ride the bandwagon

if you a thug you got no problem spending blood

over the shit you love so nigga tell me

still a thug?(Asu)

if you a thug you wouldn't be hollering

about what you would of, could of but should of you done it

now nigga run it on your mothafuckin stomach

ashes and elbows cocka-doo-doo

you know how the tail goes(Chorus 8x)

Birds Fly South - Lil Keke

Southside, hot

Westside, hot[Lil' Keke]

Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with these

Poetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheese

I'm a calculator, calculate my feddy

It be sixteen a bird, if your chips is ready

Where your cash at nigga, cause I stay in the mix

Nextdoor to Mexico, I get it thirteen six

C.D.'s and L.P.'s, keep it legally true

I'm a underground king, rest in peace to Screw

You know my click on the creep, with no time to sleep

You can hit me all night, got them thangs for cheap

Where them real hustlas at, where them real ballas at

Get your grind on playa, for real and live fat

We legendary thugs, known for shooting slugs

Sitting in front of clubs, on brand new Dubs

The Escaladea, is looking good no doubt

And one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Chorus]

From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it

Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it

You get it how you live, or you close your mouth

And for the hustlas round the world, mayn the birds fly South

From the East to the West fa sho, that's how we does it

Southside for life, won't you tell me how you love it

You get it how you live, or you close your mouth

And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Lil' Keke]

I'm bout to touch down, headed to Oak-Town

A fat sack of smoke, I'm ready to straight clown

Leave the airport, headed straight to the spot

And my nigga Mr. Changra, he be punching the clock

I'm a certified G, giving all I got

They go South for the winter, cause the tracks is hot

I be laying low, in the studio writing

Remember Lil' Ke, like they did the Titans

It's a earthquake, from California to Texas

22's on that thang, don't you touch that Lexus

Gotta get it baby, cause you know I'm a savage

And that Fed-Ex bout to drop off, a beautiful package

We some independent masters, causing a disaster

Get ghost on the FED's, like my name was Casper

Bastard fa sho, when I'm moving in route

And there's one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South[Chorus][Lil' Keke]

Commission, Avarice, don't really get us pissed

Sell a quick hundred thousand, is first on the list

Lay it down, cause we just some young Hoggs

This for real dogs, we doing this for y'all

I pop up the trunk, let em hear the funk

Setting up the shop, got the neighborhood crunk

We slab riding, and everything is thick

From the quarters to the halves, to the whole damn brick

Let's get this money Pete, cause it don't matter to me

You can smoke a gang of hours, have a bag or tree

We drop hit after hit, lick after lick

All the real gangstas, gonna feel this shit[Chorus]They fly South

Luv by Few Hated by Many - Lil Keke

(*talking*)

Young Don, it's been a long time man

Loved by few that's right, get your money man

Hated by so many, Southside C.M.G., one time[Lil' Keke]

Made a lot of wrong turns, cause the road was dark

When the money all gone, it's just pride and heart

Understanding is the key, but niggaz don't understand

At the end of the day, my brother you're still a man

Smile for me, my homie smile for me

People acting like I owe em, and that's why to me

I got love for my boys, my niggaz we all grown

I can't kick it like I use to, my family is sitting home

I speak with the truth, it's foremost and formal

Welcome to my world, where the stress is normal

My life in trying to grind, is difficult I ain't lying

I don't know where I would be, without the weed sometimes

Respect my mind, and I'll respect your game

Keep it real in the field, my nigga I'll do the same

The grease on the ground, they waiting for me to fall

Just call it what you want, cause I can't please 'em all[Hook - 2x]

I came from the bottom to get it, this what I got

I'm sticking to the plan my man, like it or not

Enemies with greed and foes, I got plenty

I'm loved by few, but hated by so many[Lil' Keke]

You don't like me for this, you don't like me for that

They don't like me cause I'm rich, they don't like me cause I'm black what

It's my life, I can't change everyday

I done traveled so far, and it's still a long way

Sometimes keeping it real, will get you left behind

Sometimes keeping it real, will have you signed for time

Use to think for the streets, then react with my gun

Was a young black man, now I'm trying to raise one

The good die fast, the devil he work slow

How you gon hate a man, that you barely even know

I look the other way, turn my head

Instead, they'd rather see me broke or even dead

I ain't scared, even though the game is deep

Niggaz steady doing dirt, like the Lord asleep

I'ma sit back be me, and try to do what I do

Cause it's one thang for sho mayn, I'm loved by few[Hook - 2x][Lil' Keke]

My loyalty is true, I'm trying to pull us through

But trying to be a rap star, ain't nothing easy to do

What you getting out your life, man it's all on you

And today's hustle game, it's just so brand new

Inhale exhale, grab the pen and paint it

Find a nitch in the game, you hold and maintain it

Mama fainted, she cried when she heard the news

Baby boy signed a deal, guess he paid his dues

For the spectators, it was sooner or later

Skater, don't cost you nothing to be a hater

I came from the bottom, but the bottom too crowded

Map to the top, packed up and rerouted

Fam on the line, so my blood is expected

Mash right pass, till you boys respect it

A seven figga nigga, all the way from a penny

I was loved by few, I was hated by many[Hook - 2x]

U Ain't Bout What U Be Talkin Bout - Lil' Boosie (Boosie Badazz)

Verse#1: u aint bout dat murda murda shit u aint down to lose yo cool an go and hurt a bitch we got da hook up on den rentals now we murkin shit pen it up spend it up and let dat 30 spit bitch do u want yo fuckin family in black clothes da bitches in black dresses da niggaz in black bo's you aint kno im cut throat canival im a bottom boi suvivor sip syrip n smoke fire and im wilder dan a average thug im hard headed my mama told me dat and u gotta be real all diz drama showed me dat lose ya mind if u want to i got a click of real niggaz who gone stomp u and want u to be hollin bout dat iron day n we gon hit yo street tonight not da next day dat nigga dont worry bout dat dey gon get wat dey deserve off dat we gone cut down day whole curve off datChrous:u aint bout wat u be talkin bout u aint ready 4 yo mama to be walkin out in fact at church wit all yo people cryin hollin bout y u had to take my son datz wat dem choppaz bout (2 times)Verse #2 (webbie): You aint really bout dat shit u be talkin so stop all dat talkin u heard stop all dat talkin and walkin if u gone serve me den serve me and im lil trill entertainment so know 1 thang i aint worried cuz my family do damage business and handle this murda niggaz sweeter dan skittles so dey spittin in rittles and dat lil shit dat u spittin gon have u sleep in hospitals and if u beef wit my niggas look we gone really squad up from choppaz to a 6 bitch u cant avoid u rappin bout smokin dat killa dont even smoke killa even if u did i wouldn't even smoke wit ya you bitch you fraud fake you mothafuckin flu pussy all wet ya fuckin booty all loose you and den otha niggaz duck duck goose under da throw back jersey da best bullet proofgangsta shit jump off boy u kno you finna run out close yo fuckin mouth 4 i rip yo damn tounge out.(Say Chorus 2 Times)verse #3:uaintboutunderniggas house like a mouse and you light his ass up when he come out we get sick wit it you heard about lil trell guned down when he wuz 12 every since den it been hell webbie and dey dont live like we live dey dont deal like we deal like we deal dey aint real like we real look im form dat track like da bottom of dat ssb what eva you call it dat shit lives in me my niggas kill 4 free like lil trell on da love and my niggas aint my equal and dey hatin on diz lil thug a lot of niggaz scared of yall but not me diz 4 dem niggaz in da rap game who not me but cant stop me and my possie is full of thugz like head bussa baby junior and my nigga jug we dumpin slugz on da enemy i thought you wuz my closest friend but now you just a friend of me and diz fuckin penatentry make niggaz thank dey real and when dey get out dey got a nerve to pop a pill and lil kill they aint bout what dey be talkin bout

Miss Being Your Man - Marques Houston

Day One You Left And

Im Offically Back Up In The Game And

Day Two Im Feel Cocky And Out

Here Doin My Thang I Aint Thinkin About

How You Walked Up Out Here

Im Just Doin Me

And Day Three It Hit Me

Day Four Im Trippin

Day Five Its Killin Me Dont Wanna Be Alive

Then It Hit Day Six And I Had To Come To Grips

That Your Gone A Piece Of Me Is Missin Never Been In Love Like Im In Love With You (Girl)

I Just Cant Help It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back(Girl)

Its Getting Bad

I Really Miss Being Your Man

I Never Thought I Would Be Without You (Youuu)

Im Tryin To Be, Be A Man About It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back (Girl)

I Really Really Miss, Really Miss Being Your Man Week Two I Called You 22 Time

But You Still Aint Pick Up

Week Three Just Playin Madden And I

Aint Left My House In Days

Now All I Jus Thinking About Is How You

Walked Up Out Here

Somethings Gotta Give I Aint Even Bathe Need A Cut

Or A Shaved If I Dont Get My

Babe Ill Go All The Way Crazy

Its Been Long Enough Girl I

Give Up Its Getting Kinda

Rough Girl I Give Up I Gotta

Get Back With You Never Been In Love Like Im In Love With You (Girl)

I Just Cant Help It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back(Girl)

Its Getting Bad

I Really Miss Being Your Man

I Never Thought I Would Be Without You (Youuu)

Im Tryin To Be, Be A Man About It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back (Girl)

I Really Really Miss, Really Miss Being Your Man Today Was The Worst Day Ill Admit It

I Cant Do This Without You And Baby

When You Get This Message Hopefully

You'll Take Me Back To The Last Fight And

Ill Make It Right Cause I Dont Wanna Miss

You Nomore Never Been In Love Like Im In Love With You (Girl)

I Just Cant Help It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back(Girl)

Its Getting Bad

I Really Miss Being Your Man

I Never Thought I Would Be Without You (Youuu)

Im Tryin To Be, Be A Man About It

Im Missing Wat We Had Im Wishing We Were Back (Girl)

I Really Really Miss, Really Miss Being Your Man

Backdoor 2 - Nate Dogg

Big Thangs - Ant Banks

[Featuring Ice Cube, Too $hort]

Intro:

We havin big thangs

Ice Cube, the only nigga that can bring Too $hort out of retirement

Representin money

Hmm, beeitch

Verse One: Ice Cube, Too $hort

Wise crackin felines, unh

Can a nigga make a bee-line?

to that nappy area, don't wanna marry ya

Just wanna bury ya head in a pillow

Sorry but I got a kilo pussy-willow

Janked ass penicillin, ain't got ta ask how ya feelin

I'm tha nigga that got ya squealin

Ya wanna know how we keep these hoes in check?

Keep them broke and keep their panties soakin wet

I like to smoke big, ride fat, and always stack cash

Believe me, keep her breezy with her fat ass (fat ass)

Big thangs on my mind ain't trippin at all

They call me $hort, but I got a big dick in my drawers

I feel like a giant sometimes, bitch don't stare

You'll go blind from my diamonds

Tryin ta size me up, but basketball I ain't playin

Call a tech, blow the whistle, throw the bitch out the game

Chorus:

We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)

Big thangs baby ($hort Dawg and Cube)

We havin big thangs (like it's the thang to do)

Big thangs baby (you know it's true, really doe)

Verse Two: Ice Cube, Too $hort

Now how can I let this bitch run it?

When her ass ain't never felt the seats of a 600 (now)

Tricks we take shits at the rents, we dont get excited

over long hair and big tits

$hort Dawg they get hella weak, when I tell the freak

we the richest niggas that you gonna ever meet

We got bosses in the back, countin the stack

We got cunts in the front with Hennesey and blunts

Now what you want?

She wanna get fucked all night long, bitch what's up?

You know I got a tight song

Heard me on the radio, I can't go wrong

but you aint got no features, this can't go on

You're like a bundle of joy, but you're unemployed

You ain't throwin, so the pussy is just null and void

Do you really understand what I'm tellin you

Looks can be decieving, and bitch I ain't even feelin you

Chorus: add additional line

Best believe me, it ain't easy, to be off the heazee

(repeat 2X)

Verse Three: Ice Cube, Too $hort

You can try and figure out the new shit we on

Before you break yourself, make yourself at home

Give thanks, when it's Ice Cube, $hort Dawg, and Ant Banks

We all platinum, now ya got ta add francs

to the salary, that'll be cash or charge

So large, got a whole floor actin mirage

We like big thangs, we like runnin big trains

of big beautiful bitches with big brains

Bitches with big brains, I went to Spelman College

To see if my dick could get some higher knowledge

But pussy is pussy from Bel-Air to the projects

Bitch better suck my dick

Ain't nothin new, the game is old

You think the bitch is decent, and that's the same old hoe

Used to fuck the whole crew, we was ballin man

Westside!!! You know we doin big thangs

Chorus: same as Verse Two

Outro: Ice Cube, $hort Dawg

We off that heazy bitch

Beeeyyyitch

Hey $hort, give em yo part

Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Do all that shit

She can even lick my dick, but I ain't lickin no clits

West-sieede. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everyday Thang 2 - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

It's an everday thang when you let your nuts hang

My niggas they never change

They kickin' it wit the gang and remain the same

So follow me now see

Up to the double glock in

Hear pistols poppin'

Buckin' them bodies for shots and Thugstas for them all and bodybags thugstas

Niggas deal when I man my thugstas got to pump slugs for bustas cause I never

did love ya

Nigga my niggas will break your neck

Nigga trying to disrepect

Nothin' but killas and trues I rose wit

We'll cut ya so fuck ya

East 99 is where you'll find us chillin but nigga what's up

Nigga want to get bugged

Nigga want to get drugged

Nigga really want to get fucked up

Pump pump put them in a trunk

Now watch them fall down to the pavement My nigga just say when

And I'm runnin' wit the pump let the gauge bang bang

To the bang puff puff but I'm feelin' lovely

But I need mo' bud see

For me to slang my dummies

I got to put em in the mission for money

And I better run

I'll grab my gat and flip it wit big shot guns

When I'm gone gone strung wit me say now say now how we swang them thangs It's an everday thang when you let your nuts hang

My niggas they never change

They kickin' it wit the gang and remain the same

So follow me now see

Up to the double glock in

Hear pistols poppin'

Buckin' them bodies for shots and Before we go bust a left better hit that liquor store hit em up economy 6 4's

is

frozen oh [x2] Little Layzie's runnin wit me thugstas and hustlas

Cause niggas we never no bustas

Addicted to my niggas to forever in well Flesh be the bigger

Brother with nothin' to lose forever we trues and nigga Why not test the ripster comin' mo' sinister buckin me pump pump in ya

All of my niggas bang bang

Kickin in the thang so swang slang and

We won't be buckin real low really doe

Cause I'm on wit bang brain Pap pap stay strapped and again I'm coming to let my lead off

Ready to roll and I shook his head off

And when I get done I'm going to blow your head off they lost

Forever that fifth dog nigga dat all be nailin' 'em all Y'all fall down from the ball checkin' out them draws hangin' them balls in

Cleveland

Watchin' my back when I'm runnin through my city

Cause nigga it aint the same

Gotta get dank but I smoke and maintain

Man we crept and we came doing everyday thangs And I won't get caught up brought up

Outta the cut wit sawed off sawed up

Nigga that brought that pap pap

Every time wit gal up yall up started

This page but I can't escape my ways Holdin the gauge on the raid he slayed rip this slit right back in the days

Yes Flesh put 'em to rest

Let's test

Feelin' the pain runnin this gang insane

To the brain runnin' the same stuff it's an everyday thang It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with

shots]

It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with

shots]

It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with

shots]

It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with

shots] Me Killa [x16] [Oooh, poppin' in me clip and we come to kill you] [x5] Baby [x8] Wassup mothafuckas

Bone thugs-n-harmony still in this mothafucka doin' everyday thangs nigga

Yeah, it's all the same straight from the mothafuckin' land

Much love to Dru and everybody at Def Jam Come again me killa [We kill ya] (fade in/out [x12

Up Them Thangs - Erick Sermon

That's hot (crazy)

Yeahh, gangsta! what the fuck nigga?

Cadillac tah, uhh

E-dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga

Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh

Whattup murray? welcome home nigga

Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style

Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeahYo, aiyyo i be the bandit, make dough expand it

Army bag full that blow mass transit

Cats can't stand it, oh god damn it

Invade earth like a ufo landed

Rolex or standard, you got cheese grant-ed

You still can't hang with the green eyed bandit

Your chains tampered, caught red-handed

They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it

Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it

Got shot and +scream+ed, like michael and janet

Tape soundscanned it, b-boys slammed it

Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it

This here's the real, hardcore steel

Boogie down production, krs-one feel

That there's the deal, ron grab the steel

Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz[chorus]

Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs)

Or your cheese (up dem thangs)

Your credit cards (up dem thangs)

Yeah right now (up dem thangs)

Your car keys (up dem thangs)

The accesories (up dem thangs)

Cristal bottles (up dem thangs)

Yeah right now (up dem thangs)Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang

With diamond clusters - pov city hustlers!

Y'all niggaz is busters, mr. murder

A.k.a. cadillac and rat-a-tat blam!

Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not

Willin to die so up, dem, thangs

Or the bullets'll fly touch, yo, frame

Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg

This my bread and meat, picture me starvin

Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin

In stores boy i'm heartless give you the whole cartridge

You look like a smart dude, relentless

So resistance ain't a smart move, bluka bluka!

Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed

When the hammer swingin

Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring

An' my nigga murray touch down on it, time to push it[chorus]

Oh y'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs)

Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs)

Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs)

Yo y'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs)

Oh y'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs)

Oh y'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs)

Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs)

Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)Listen young boy this here ain't no game

You comin around us you gon' up them thangs

Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks

We stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks

You got benji's? up 'em - chains? tuck 'em

Nah, i don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em

We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga?

Save that garbage and come up out your pockets

Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees

Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "no keith please!"

I get another and another, a sister and a brother

Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause i damn sure don't love 'em

Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed?

Up dem thangs nigga gimme dat cheese!

If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain

I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)

(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)

4 Thangs (feat. Big Sean & Hit Boy) - Freddie Gibbs

Hol’ up

She keep calling me babe, I said thats not my name

Million dollars, million followers, hoe that’s not the same

And I just washed off the chicken, baby that’s not cocaine

Shit so high you got 200, you can get like 4 thangs

Mr. G gorilla pimp stay with bananas, I fuck with Sean Don he run the D like Barry SandersTrophies, mantles, bill ups how shit get handled

I pray my life go over easy and I never scramble

She sent a text like can we talk, bitch I’m not Tevin Campbell (hello)

I walk in, I’m decadent, making an entrance and know where the exit is

We kick them hoes out, ain’t no room service we ain’t bringing no breakfast in

Got a oval office in my house bitch, some of y’all feel like a presidentI’m talking Jefferson, Adams, and Clinton

So much pussy look like I’m selling it

And the police they know that I’m selling it

I did the one and the two with the heroin

And my nigga was snitching, he telling it, I had to jump off a woah with a Mexican

Gotta get me a brand new plug, I run to that dope when I’m out of my element

Bitch boo boo my government but that not my nameMillion dollars, million followers, hoe that’s not the same

And I just washed off the chicken, baby that’s not cocaineI give you the game, I don’t play for the love of the game hoe I play for the rings

Every hoe that I got is a side bitch, I ain’t never gone fuck with a main

Go to Alex Trebek, I don’t answer this question I jeopardize how far we done came

We are not one in the same, we can ride the same thing and won’t look the same

These bitches they want me to wife em, but I just want mind em good bitches aint on me it’s all in my vainShe keep calling me babe, I said thats not my name

Million dollars, million followers, hoe that’s not the same

And I just washed off the chicken, baby that’s not cocaine

Shit so high you got 200, you can get like 4 thangs

Drop Ya Thangs - The Game

[Chorus]

Drop ya thangs and just box

Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box

Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box

Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box[Verse One: JT]

Yo, I hit the party in my t-shirt and tennis shoes

They all watchin in they Hot Boys and church suits

Actin tough in the club ain't gon' get you home

Gettin drunk off of Patron just gon' get you domed

Still steppin on my shoes, boy this nigga happy

This nigga thank he Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy

Goin dumb with his bitch so he don't like me

This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy

You gotta know the rules, player let it go

You get to trippin my nigga you gotta hit the do'

Rollin up this eight-nine gram I'm tryin to make a plan

Tuggin on yo' main bitch hand, tryin to make a friend

This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray

I'm in the parkin lot, standin by the Escalade

You got a problem we ain't fightin like a man

One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga[Chorus][Hook: JT]

Nigga you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun

Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun

Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun[Verse Two: JT]

Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me

Fig' ain't shot nuttin up but kill spirits

Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses

One-on-one fightin for stripes with right crosses

Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush

Bitch niggaz rather kick back, and let they lead bust

I been a pitbull since Fila {?} and Kenny Ken

Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win

Them was my O.G.'s, and I was just a B.G.

Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can {?}

But now we got them old niggaz that bust with they tommy

But caught without they tommy get rushed like salami

Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s

We 'bout to bring this fightin back mayne to all our streets

Now, cowards wanna pack and, killers wanna cruise and

Real niggaz stand alone mayne and do what we do

I wanna bust you but homey let me ask you

Why you wanna play with that gun, and make me blast you

Moms all cryin and shit, she gotta ask you

{?} better to save on caskets you dumb nigga[Chorus + Hook][Verse Three: JT]

Oh boy! Old friends like to make up and get cavi

Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby daddy

She got the coat on he bought you for yo' birthday (oh no!)

You kickin back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way (bitch)

Team on preem' like he hangin out with 'Pac brother

And you a boss for not cuttin him with the boxcutter

And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin

Spittin drink in yo' face, boy she popped up pimpin (what?)

Zoked out like, fat boy you can't breathe

Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin weave

Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the Get Low

She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo'[Chorus + Hook][JT]

Yeah I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz

that came to Fillmoe for y'all one-on-ones mayne, and y'all got it mayne

Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga it was real big

They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga

to them three young Sunnydale niggaz

Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz mayne

And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga

Stripes for that![Chorus + Hook]

Do Ya Thang - Ice Cube

[Chorus]

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at![Verse 1]

I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane

Dippin' with that wood grain

So fuckin' hood, mayne

They call me The Boogeyman

In that slow lane, what is your whole name?

I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her Louise Lane

Up on that boulevard, 24's rotate

Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait

Roll at my own pace - nigga, don't hate!

Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint!

Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (Movie star!)

Fuck you! Pour a nigga a lil' drink!

That's how it's goin' down out here in California

Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner![Chorus]

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is the flyest one of all?[Verse 2]

Now pull in the parking lot

Nigga, find a parking spot

Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot

Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave.

Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!

Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'

When we roll by, pussy still cookin'

Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars

If you don't like my face - bitch, look at my car!

Keep it simple, I told you once befo'

It really don't matter how I get you to the mo'

It really don't matter how I get you in my low

Just hop in, let's go

And let your friends know![Chorus]

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is the flyest one of all?[Verse 3]

Do ya thang, girl!

Fuck what they lookin' at!

We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat

West Coast, baby - with so much gravy

You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's

I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad

When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that

But never chase it, my game is so basic

As soon as I lace it - baby, wanna taste it?

Just face it, put me to the test

Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success

Fuck a Rockstar! We wanna party like a Rap Star

In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!)

You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's

And we get lap-dance from nuns

They put away they crucifix

And they say, "Ice Cube - boy, you the shit!"[Chorus]

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is the flyest one of all?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is the flyest one of all?[Bridge]

I see you lookin' at me

We don't give a fuck!

What you lookin' at?

We gonna give it up![Chorus]

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is the flyest one of all?

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!

Do ya thang, mayne

Fuck what they lookin' at!