Hip Hop & Rap Videos: April 2007

Friday, April 27, 2007

Ombladon: Noapte Buna Bucuresti

Lyrics: Noapte buna Bucuresti
Tu nu vezi, daca inchizi ochii te pierzi
Totul se schimba-n jurul tau pana apuci sa te-asezi
Si vezi, ca prin viata asta doar o data treci
Deci pe unde mergi profita pana pleci (x2)

Oameni saraci ce-au incetat sa spere
Gropi in asfalt, blocuri intregi de garsoniere
Totu-i de un gri ciudat care te ineaca incet
Mai coloreaza decorul bagabontii din colt
In rest gratii la geam, bodegi jegoase si baruri
Tarfe jucate si pierdute la zaruri
Miroase-a saracie si foame in continuare
Pustanii isi baga-n vene bine-ascunsi dupa betoane
E un lux sa ai unde sa stai si-o stii
Multe familii sarace toarna copii ca prostii
Si continua goana dupa lei
Batrani pagani tarasc sticla de rom spurcat dupa ei
Ei sunt cei ce vor sa-ncerce, amarul sa inece
Timpul le trece, fireste , te lasa rece
Tramvaiele jegoase se retrag in noapte
Deci luminile s-au stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x2)

In colturi de blocuri: drogati, seringi, gunoaie
Copii jegosi, batrani uzati de timp, s-aprind lumini...bling-bling
Surprind copii cersind
Masini furate care se dau la preturi de nimic
E ca in ring, tre' sa stai in garda,
Garda-i gata sa te arda
E caz de targa daca te toarna cu iarba
E oarba justitia, e oarba politia,
E oarba orice privire ce nu vrea sa vada ca in graba
In Bucuresti totul dispare (Cum oare?)
Atentie la buzunare si la alarma din parcare
Blocurile murdare azi sunt singura scapare
Sa nu sfarsesti in strada calcat de altii in picioare
Sunt cartiere intregi din care nu mai poti sa iesi
Cand pleci esti in pula goala, cu banii luati si ochii reci
Deci, ai grija unde mergi, sa te feresti
Micul Paris s-a stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x4)

Tu nu vezi...
Tu nu vezi...

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Monday, April 02, 2007

Ludacris feat. Pharrell: Money Maker

Lyrics: Money Maker
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris: Act A Fool

Lyrics: Act A Fool
[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

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Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love (live at Grammy Awards)

Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris feat. Sum 41: Get Back

Lyrics: Get Back
[Intro]
Yea, special edition. rock and roll, it's ludacris. Yea.
It's Sum 41, baby! Here's another one.
Get back, it's another, it's another one

[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain't playin' around..
Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on.
It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs.
Family off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!)
Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and dope..
i keep it flippin' like acrobats.
That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist,
there's more heat than the shaq-attack!
But I ain't speakin' about ballin',
jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'.
We all in together now, birds of the feather now,
jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now.
So put your brakes on, cats put your capes on,
and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown.
Cause I'll prove it, scratch off the music,
like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab,
caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass.
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county..
I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane,
we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame.
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain,
and put the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't FUCK with me!
Get down! Beat his ass.. ain't got nothin' to lose, and i'm havin a bad day,
don't make me take it out on you! [x2]

Maann, cause I don't wanna do that.
I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack..
sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell,
so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell.
I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house,
but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth?
I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's up?
Don't you see we in the club? man shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Come one! We in the red light district!
What! We in the red light district!
Sum 41! In the red light district!
Yes! And Ludacris! We in the red light district!
It's the rock and roll version! Red light district!
It's the red light district!
The red light district..
So here, get back.
It's the red light district.
I'll be done today..
It started a piece..
The red light district.
Lil' Fate, baby! What up!
Huh! It has to be cool, man.
All you have to do is mix it down.

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris: Southern Hospitality

Lyrics: Southern Hospitality
Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac bills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Hold on to my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long John’s balls

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga throw dem bows!)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a mathin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)

Verse 2

Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Cat fish fired up dity south FED
Sleeping in a cockpick dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Switch a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum
Mouth full of gold
40 glock cal
Keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth
You could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause
What your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade
Sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce
Sweat from the bleed
You could sweat from a burn in a third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep
Then you sweat from me

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

Verse 3

Hit by stars
Hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor
Getting hit by bars
Keep your gun close
Cause she hit by far
Hit by the neptunes
Hit by guitars
Afro picks
Afro chicks
I let my soul blow
From my afro dick
Grab it out the hat
Pulling afro tricks
Afro America
Afro thick
Overall country
Overall cheese
Overall Georgia
We overall clean
Southern hospitality
Or overall mean
Overall triple
Overall beans
Thugged out niggas
Wearing thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks
Playing thugged out games
All black tinted up
Thugged out range
BTP stay doing thugged out things

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

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Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love

Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris

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Christopher Bridges (born on September 11, 1977 in Chicago), better known as Ludacris, is a Grammy Award-winning rapper Born in Illinois, he moved to Atlanta where he eventually made a name for him first as a radio DJ, known as Chris Luva Luva and then as one of the most prominent Southern rappers. He is also the cousin of R&B singer Monica. He is CEO and founder of Disturbing Tha Peace Records, As of right now he and Nelly hold the record for most number one hits by a Hip Hop artist on the Billboard Hot 100. (Ludacris - Wikipedia)

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Jay-Z feat. Gotti, Frody & Niela: 20 Bag Shorty

Lyrics: 20 Bag Shorty
[Jay-Z]
No more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest mc somthing
Wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically
When u want it
Done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures
Beatufully but
Niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em
Years to bite it
Which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta
No where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and
Expect to be
Paid back why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i
Slang a track
Laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a
Good job
Impersonatin him j-hova spittin game from da range rover what da
Fuck is yall
Doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up
Like a tella
Relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got
Chicks in da telli
Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da
Style burn da town
Down and change the locale im doin da same shit except its legit

Chorus:x2
Got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty
Baby better pay
Dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i
Wasn't seeing
Twenty but i made dat shit

[Gotti]
Pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit
Tips who tops
Down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on
Da bill block
And mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest
Outta life got
My mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep
A tre eight on
My left smoke a l for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da x like
Malcom puff
For now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real
Where u from
Cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin
Wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in
Da l darodo my
Mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont
Trust em

Chorus:x2

Move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i
Slpurge big
Scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be
Purterb with herb
Shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a
Rapper bust a
Cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog
Shit brog shit
Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas
Resort the
Glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black
Class hooker
The fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass
Shooker the past
Aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the
Streets keep
Guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta
Kids commmin out
Da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it
Cross shorts
Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i
Floss to much but
When i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those
Bitches like the
Money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with
They cunnin little
Glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin she
Hit me with a
Felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body
Splittin even
Holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin
Bout mittens
Foreal snowballs

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