Young Jeezy – Stylin’ Lyrics

Lyrics : Young Jeezy – Stylin’ Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let’s do it
This is what I do, so there ain’t nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don’t speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Don’t step in this bitch, and I got plenty to blow
Took your chain and took your bottles
If you’re smart, you’re at your hoe
Hey nigga know they ain’t fucking with your Mister snow
I swear I get a buzz every time you f*cking blow
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch
See I’m humping that Ferrari like I’m stealing this bitch
Yeah the Sun came up and we still in this bitch
What?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Simon said take off the top
Tan is a half of block
…. never hit him, man I swear it never stops
Plus she got her and a thousand niggas till next spot
You the best that never did it, never done it, thanks a lot
You can say that you’re related then you know I’m going in
If they 25 a piece, then you know I’m buying ten
If they find a … her ass she goes to jail
If you here with your eyes, your ass you need the skill

You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches
You see me stylin’ all your bitches

Damn right it’s all true, pay your dues and make new
Yeah I stay away from niggas, heard them niggas bad news
Say the street come in to save them, nigga tellin on the streets
Threating her to hate on you, You know why shit is weak
Cut down, pistol up, you know I’m on a ..
Looking for a stall red Mona, obviously a freak?
If that ṗussy good as I think it is, I’ma …
I don’ win ahead, and the bill won’t let me sleep
What?

You see me stylin’ all your bitches!
You see me stylin’ all your bitches!
You see me stylin’ all your bitches!
You see me stylin’ all your bitches!

I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch!
I am killing myself, I am killing this shit
Don’t make me go there, I’ll spill a mill in this bitch!

Niggas wanna do it, niggas f*cking let’s do it
This is what I do, so there ain’t nothing to it
If the conversation dropped don’t speak that fluent
In the club blowing money like a motherf*cking druid, uh???


[End]
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Whistle Dixie Lyrics - Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf

Lyrics : Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf – Whistle Dixie
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[start]


[Verse 1]
With a full of trash straight to the ocean
All black man is slowly rolling
Head light’s off dont be the chosen
Thinks it’s a game then drop the token
Hold this creek with paddle paddle
Thats just life im in the sattle
No west no bitch we dont taddle
Shake’s down always shake the raddle

Yeah [3x]

[Verse 2]
All these cops they want the qouta
Too much hypo coca cola
Lucy smoke oh yeah you know her
Shes that bitch who rest in nova
Took that bite to bit the apple
You know me im hard to tackle
Break me down homie you wish
You couldn’t catch that fish with
Go to tackle

Yeah [3x]

[Verse 3]
Give me give me till it’s empty
Too much money is in plenty
It’s not enough it’s not in me
Come come on just choose the chimney
They are whom to bust the nothing
Drop the bomb push the button
Be the king be the soltin
Some of this shit is so insulting
Break the broken make the chosen
Choose the loose then roll the tie get down insulting
Gas the gap and light the match and leave you smoking
Choking on the fuse the latest loose life’s a wicked
Life’s a mystery and please dont be the witness
Ti’ll the sickness they’ll just end it with it
Something death and warm from the step of country fresh

Yeah!
Yeah!
Country fresh!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Country fresh!


[End]
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2.0 Boys lyrics : Eminem ft. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf

Lyrics : Eminem ft. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf - 2.0 Boys lyrics
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[start]


[Royce Da 5'9']
Ryan's a homocidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violence psychotic
With the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tip
I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shit
Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush
Now my bitch dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I'll hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floating in water and go and drown a fish
fuck I'm fucking heinous, I'll make you fucking famous
Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you sayin'

[Eminem]
Fuck, it's fucking raining, shit, it's lightening
Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin'
Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart
Want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it
You wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolise the game
Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities
at odds with us, just whats gotta be
Cause we started out cold and it snowballed
We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes
All's we know is you over the bar like Limbo/Limbaugh
You know who you are
So quit fucking the dark before we start callin' you bizaare
Shit screw the boots, ya'll dun raped a pitbull
Fell in love with Shih-tzu
This is directed directly at you
And as for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin', fuck a ballsack if the taints can't take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint
I'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee's gets a black eye

[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you fucking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over

[Joell Ortiz]
Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? I'm Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu yazy
All my homeboys, 2.0 boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang bang bang, house gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussy's, don't ask what we came for
I write til my right arm vein's sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight

[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck
So I'm well prepped if you just want war
There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It's raw, you keep acting like you don't know Mouse, nigga
And you gon' need the best doctors, house nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate
I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face
Talking funds, niggas ain't never seen stock
I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock

[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you fucking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over

[Crooked I]
Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding
Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I'm the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles
Tell me when and I'm there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I'ma step on you, bring it to yo yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart

[Yelawolf]
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers, with haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain't seen sicker
Then I'll crack, and then I'll hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that's as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I'm Illuminati, so fuckin' ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown's hanging
And the freakshow's at the county carnival then you pay
Bitch, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling "Go Shady" driving slower than an old lady
In an old '89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain't fucking wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce
You don't wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the porno boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy...
Game over!

[Eminem]
Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again...
[Yelawolf]
Game over!


[End]
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Ya Boy Ft. Akon - Lock Down Lyrics

Lyrics : Ya Boy Ft. Akon - Lock Down
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[start]

[Akon:]
Testing one, two, three... Akon and YB...

[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Lock down time to make my block proud
California own twenty four I will watch now
There's been a take over baby hostile
Yea the young cali convict got the rock now
I hear the rumors saying that I'm just pop now
Like they never heard a hood nigga with a hot style
I got the hills to burns and the block now
Old bitchs wanna holla at me cause I'm hot now
I gotta new bitch sitting in my drop now
Song on the radio album bout to drop now
Music lives in california livin proof
Ya boy to rock a Konvict, what it do
I been had with these other niggas gettin to
Take ya girl home and make her earn all them gemmy jewels
I hope you like heat cause it's hot in the kitchen boo
Do you have service, am I gettin through

[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin niggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down
We expanded all the pipes now
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory all is my my my my my my my my my mine
Eh

[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Another watch, another chain, another charm cocked
Time to wake these niggas up like alarm clocks
I see em hatin so we gotta keep the arms cocked
I'm the reason CA on storm watch
It's bout to get ugly no whoopie gold
Superstar still in the kitchen whippin Os
Toss it to my youngest call me when you get it gone
Fuck a rap nigga we about to get it on
I'm speaking fo california from the top down
Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down
I tried to tell em this foreva like a diamond
I'm so hot shawty I could change the climate

[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin niggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down
We expanded all the pipes now
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine
Eh !

And as days pass by like a G7
And all my hustlas on the corner of 7/11
Po alert on the ground and I start reppin
For all the homies layin down restin up in heaven
And I hope you watchin down
And proud of how we just locked it down
Don't let nothin stop the cash or get caught up
In the streets that's how we brought up!

[Verse 3: Ya Boy]
I'm from a city where the fiends shoot up and spark
Load up the ammo it's time to shoot up the charts
Game cold baby you might need a scarf
Rockstar but I'm riddin like noah's ark
Louis shades, dolce and gabana cloth
Your girl know I stay fly like santa clause
On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth
We gon pop rose when the package off
I swear to god I went and got the bay crackin ya'll
But I could'ntdo it without LA backin though
Niggas say they gon get me, I laugh it off
Cause they know I keep shooters like basketball
Lock it down make Kon through away the key
Real nigga, record deal ain't changin me
It took a while but we still got from a to z
I put in work nigga what you gotta say to me

[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin niggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down...
We expanded all the pipes now.
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down.
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine.
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine.
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine.
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine.

[End]
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Young Jeezy ft. T.I. - F.A.M.E. lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Fuck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could
Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you
And even if you did, this’ll probably be his answer
Fuck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? It ain’t like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin’ on you
But what’s the holdup? The whole world waitin’ on you

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin’ my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin’ like you done somethin’ wrong
But the flatscreen say motherfucker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the fuck’s wrong wit’ you
Lookin’ at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit’ a automatic weapon
You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin’ for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t fuck wit’ Young no mo’” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, ’cause he on top

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers tempt me

(The fame…)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world?
(Did you miss me?)
Long time, huh?
(Stop that)
Hey, look

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha business’ right, and stay the hell up out of mine
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
Don’t worry ’bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin’ fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin’ history
No feelin’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin’ wit’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate him, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy....
(The fame…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy...

(The fame…) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock ’til it’s empty
I’m already standin’ on the edge, so don’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy...

[End]
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Shit Done Got Real lyrics - Ace Hood Ft. Busta Rhymes ,Yelawolf

[start]
Ace Hood Ft Busta Rhymes,Yelawolf - Shit Done Got Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Mother fuck this industry
God bless my enemies
Too many lame niggas try'na speak
Till they find a beat, it don't bother me
But um
Any nigga can't rap get out, him ASAP
Talkin' about their trappin' again
Hopped in the booth
I've been the truth
Got proof
Guess who was the popular kid?
Ya it's me in a drop top with a Glock out
Pop shots in the back of your head
Aimin' at your esophagus
Don't count of survivin' the lead
{See I'm so pissed off to the litter}
{Like a flow with the riddle}
Let her ass cheek giggle
I'm a dog and I'm all in the middle
Fuck her, ran her, got balls all in 'em
What!?
Damn ma' can't call up a nigga
Bust that real fast for all of my niggas?
Gotta man? Well it's fuck that nigga
I'm good anywhere like I'm SunPassin' 'em
God damn my flow so amazin'
Ask renegades, they can quote that statement
Your bitch wanna have my babies
Nigga fuck you, pay me

[Hook: Ace Hood]
Ok it's money over them bitches
Coffins go to them snitches
Talkin' outta your ass
You're gonna need a little more than them stitches
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Any given day you could be victimized
Just pray and hope one day you see them {heavenly} skies
Shit done got real, shit done got real
Shit done got real, shit done got real

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I don't really think you niggas get it
I'm a decorate your face kind'a like an upholstery nigga
It's getting' kind'a real up in this motherfucker
I don't think you should really even approach me nigga
Lay down motherfucker you ain't heard what I said
Why you try'na play me closely nigga?
And now you wanna talk?
I'm already about to die while you stranglin' and really try'na choke me nigga
Tell a nigga that I cut a nigga till you see the white meat
But I don't really eat poultry nigga
Fuck it, it don't matter anyways
Cause you know you're about to lay up in a box kind'a cozy nigga
Look
It be gettin' kind'a bafflin' to me
When a dude be actin' like he know me nigga
And then I had to let it go
A couple of friendly reminders
{Till they get to} sink it in your meat slowly nigga
Hit a nigga for their shit
Make a nigga strip down, bare
Yogi nigga
I know it's unbelievable
Well bitch, ya betta believe it
{It's the ones} that know me nigga
Beat him like the boy omi nigga
If you watch, {whoopin'} like a ceremony nigga
And when I'm finished with him
Go and get his little bitch
Let her blow me nigga
I wanna cry for you friend
{Why ya try to front when} you've got so much to lose
Problem is that I'm the one to show you the truth
And talk about you when a nigga get in the booth
You niggas betta know the deal when I come through
Better learn or you gonna {feel}
{And by they way shit is lookin'}
Shit done got real
Shit done got real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Shit done got real, Yela got a deal
Shit done got real, Yela got a deal
Hold up, wait a, minute
Did you say my name, and offer me to
Drive up in this motherfucker
Park it like a Buick Regal?
You in need of, usin' needles
Feel like you wanna shoot up this dope
Well let me swerve in, like syringe
To the veins of the game with another unique quote
You need a boat
You've done got deep
I'm so dirty, you need the soap
You need the hope
And a wish ain't nothin' like the real thing bitch
Say you need to cope
White bread, white bread
You need a loaf?
Spread butter on it
Dead my opponents with the lead
Yeah I'm goin'
Where am I goin'?
Could it be that Eminem only knows!?
When a synonym {talks} with a syllable
I mean comparable
It's kind'a like a {Motorola crossed with other Motorolas} talkin' to the world in a...
Hella cold
Flow done put my family in Freda clothes
Extra vegetables, on a plate, and steak right next to those
I got to get it buddy
And if it's dirty and wet
I'll get it muddy
Fuck clean kicks
I done walked through green shit
And I did it public
So when I wipe my shoes on hip hop's welcome mat....
And I leave a stain
Paybacks a bitch
That's my way of sayin'
Keep the change....

[End]
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Fuck Da City Up Lyrics - T.I. Ft. Young Jeezy

[start]
T.I. - Fuck Da City Up (Feat. Young Jeezy)

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up one time

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Fresh out the bed getting head in a Range Rove
All about that bread, rubberbands on my bankroll
Bankhead, Simpson Road this Atlanta b!tch
So fly, so gangsta but it’s glamorous
We living out your fantasies, suckas can’t handle this
They know we run the city shawty it’s unanimous
Shout it out ? K-9, forty-four
K, Quarter, half, whole thang nigga like the old days?
Hey, dope boy trap nigga swag
Hundred karat chain, quarter mil in the bag
I’m no longer poppin’ tags I just let ‘em hang
Sucka nigga doing bad I just do my thang
And I ain’t frontin’, straight by the book-G Code
Bad b!tch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy f-ckin’ wit me and we f-ckin’ up the city ho

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I seen Jizzle in traffic with his top off
So much Louie shit it looking like it knock off
Violation, that’ll get ya ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5 yeah that’s my cost
B!tch my closet so big I swear I got lost
What? Yeah I think I’m gon’ need a map
We throw them birdies in the pool make ‘em swim a lap
Whip it counterclockwise, that’s the backstroke
B!tch my chain so big look like my back broke
Yeah we ’bout to f-ck the city up, go broke
B!tch I’m balling so hard I need the whole court
Six spots in one night they call it club hopping
That new ? Jizzle shit it got the club rocking

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time
Ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time

[Verse 3: T.I. & Young Jeezy]
[T.I.]
I’m talkin’ A-Town shit, ex lean pound bit
Chopper, fifty round clip
Keep it with me, I ‘on’t slip
Anyone around Tip bout that drama boy I promise
Got a O of presidential, b!tch I’m blowin’ that Obama

[Young Jeezy]
Yeah I’m talkin’ plenty choppers, scopes on the A-R
You know how I do it, Forgiatos on the car
When I came up out the womb all I wanna be a star
Hope the feds don’t stop me, life sentence in the car

[T.I.]
Hey boy we spittin, reminiscin’ bout when we was in the kitchen
Representin’, niggas payin’ b!tches need to pay attention
And we on for the city freaks, this A-T-L
Do it for my nigga Big Meech and B.M.F. nigga

[Young Jeezy]
Nigga, all I blow is strong b!tch I’m straight for the week.
Order 5000 dollars, threw it all on the freaks.
Order twenty-five bricks, I put em all on the streets.
B!tch it’s shaketown and we turnt up while you sleep.

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the block dodging one time.
Grinding hard, burning up at least one nine.
Put ya middle fingers in the air one time.
Ride wit me, f-ck da city up one time.
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time.
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
F-ck the city up
Fuck the city up one time.

[End]
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Go Girl lyrics - Yo Gotti Ft. Big KRIT, Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean

[start]
Yo Gotti Ft Big KRIT Wiz Khalifa & Big Sean - Go Girl lyrics

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

I got this girl thats so sedictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu, time machine tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she f-ck is winners
To take her to the mall she don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl...

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

Go go, keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money on my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennesse to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Your bitch on my Johnson cause I’m ballin’ like I’m larry
And I play my part. I’m out here with the bosses
She know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back.
She go go get it.
She a go girl, a go girl.
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live...
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it.

Now go there keep going throwin that big booty thong
And she wear her heart on her sleeve
ow she just Com des Garcon’ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl.
My new bitch, ya old girl.
She buss it open for me like a show girl.
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl...

Go girl, a go girl
Top notch store
She go go live
She go go silly yo...
I tell her bring it back.
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl.
All night putting on a show girl.
She go go live
She go go silly yo...
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it.

[End]
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I'm So Paid lyrics - Akon ft. Lil Wayne and Young Jeezy

[start]
Akon - I'm So Paid ft. Lil Wayne and Young Jeezy lyrics

[Akon]
Rubbin' on that Italian leather
Them Konvict jeans on
Ay yo Weezy you ready
Yea
Konvict (Konvict)

[Chorus]
I get it in til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin out
Ay ay ay I'm I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money
I'm a hustler don't need
Nahn one of y'all see
I'm so paid

See police on the crooked I
Doin a 100 on Interstate ninety-five
My shorty leanin, blastin that do or die
Pushin that motherfuckin wood
Cuz we certified
Got a system that'll beat
And knock your wall off
Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off
Got a bunch of goons
Hope they never call off
And my snipers sittin on the roof
Already saw y'all
Ain't too much to put a strain on me
That's the reason why
I have to put the blame on me
Rather have them dolla' bills rain on me
Than to let them haters come and make a Name off me
That's why

[Chorus]
I get it in til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin out
Ay ay ay I'm I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money
I'm a hustler don't need
Nahn one of y'all see
I'm so paid

I'm the boss it only takes 1 call
Ror a driver to hit you up
And drop you off that's all
Guess what
I won't be takin that fall
Homie I got cake
That's what I'm payin them for
Haha!
Ain't that funny
Cuz niggas they want war
But ain't got money
Cuz I seen them all talk
Until they start gunnin
Quicker than Usain Bolt
The fastest thang runnin

Yea
Akon Weezy
Block oil holdin down Jersey
Devon makin sure we gettin it up front
My lil brother Boo got that vision bake it

[Chorus]
I get it in til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin out
Ay ay ay I'm I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money
Why you wanna count my money
I'm a hustler don't need
Nahn one of y'all see
I'm so paid

[Lil Wayne]
Oh-Oh
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel, Bitch I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers
Disappear from the precinct
Yeah
I'm ballin we ball out
Ball till we fall until the ball bounce
I see some niggas with guns at y'all house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn
But I thought you was tough
Don't We carry choppers on our necks call it cut throat
We, bury cowards on the set
that they come from
We know magic turn weed smoke to gun smoke
We ball first when we ride
You, in a hearse when you ride
Ay-Ay
I put my shoe down baby
And now I'm holding down Young Mula baby
That's why

[Chorus]
I get it in til the sun rise
Doin' 90 in a 65
Windows rolled down screamin out.
Ay ay ay I'm I'm so paid
Number one hustler gettin' money.
Why you wanna count my money.
I'm a hustler don't need.
Nahn one of y'all see...
I'm so paid.

[End]
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Strange Clouds (Remix) lyrics - B.o.B ft. T.I. & Young Jeezy

[start]
B.o.B ft. T.I. & Young Jeezy - Strange Clouds (Remix) lyrics

[young jeezy - verse 1]
i’ve been drinking so much, my bitch said you’re an alcoholic
everytime i find something i’m good, bitch you gotta spoil it
she said boy you need some help, damn right, you got it bad
i said bitch, we’ll see the next time that i buy your ass a bag
yeah, ?, last time he seen a brick
what the fuck he rapping about
last time he had a hit?
in the pack i got his loud like?
who the f-ck you talking to
all that yelling, all that screaming
what the f-ck you bout to do?
i don’t do the lean, but whats up with them double cups
i say put vodka in both them muthaf-ckas, double up
i’m so high up in the clouds, i hope i make it home
i’m so f-cked up in the booth right now, i hope i make this song

[hook] (x2)
all we do is pour it up
all night, drinks out
(that’s how we do it)
(that’s how we do it)
and all we do is light it up
all night, all you see is strange clouds
strange clouds, strange clouds

[b.o.b - verse 2]
on a private jet, left to right
i be coast to coastin’
eh, i don’t get throwed i just twist up and get rollercoasting
eh, i’m gone, grandaddy, purp cologne, nigga, stop
so high i live in the sky, leroy jessie drone, nigga
okay, if i ball, they dodge balling: elementary
i be smoking that old bun, that oval office, that presidency
she pop, her knees drop, cause these bottles are complimentary
all night we making history, paparazzi be documenting my clique
you sideline i’m headline, at the top
take home the gold, then hit the boat, i’m mike phelps
raise out, with the prize belt, olympic ganja, damn right
i’m 12.30, i’m google baby, all day, all night

[hook] (x2)
all we do is pour it up
all night, drinks out
(that’s how we do it)
(that’s how we do it)
and all we do is light it up
all night, all you see is strange clouds
strange clouds, strange clouds


[t.i - verse 3]
every time you see ‘em, shawty going in
go to jail, get back, here we go again
back of that black benz, getting to that dough again
million, grand hustle real nigga, no pretend
bank roll, can’t fold, dough to the ceiling
and the legend where we living, bankhead brilliant
ghetto boujie, with bitches with ghetto booty
lets go cutie swagga so art deco
i act prada, margiela, louie
blowing sticky icky
get her gooey ooey
she said she want licky licky
you don’t know me do we
eh truly, temper’s just the coolest
thought you knew this
guess the proof is in how long a nigga do it
ba-ba-bowww....

[hook] (x2)
all we do is pour it up.
all night, drinks out
(that’s how we do it)
(that’s how we do it)
and all we do is light it up.
all night, all you see is strange clouds.
strange clouds, strange clouds.

[End]
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You Don't Know lyrics - Ed Sheeran Ft. Yelawolf

[start]
Ed Sheeran Ft. Yelawolf - You Don't Know lyrics

living the life of a student
i begin on a high
losing my mind
and they say that i’ve been with them for time
never been to a gun fight, never needed a knife
but then i meet the cop when i delivered the knifes

sit on the side, with a rhymepack
with a tin to my sight
sipping a lime corona only with my best friends
cause i paid ‘em my pride
giving it time to write rhymes
but i find truth at a quarter to five

eh, it’s kinda like i took a train
to the left side of my brain, oh, main
toddle some wood, under my door
you know i’m stepping in my own plain
all of these speakers sitting behind me
but what psychology, psychologically insane
part of me wanna get down, down, down
making you go low, inside

you don’t know, you don’t know by now
you better tell him ’bout it
what you gonna tell him bout it?
yeah, yeah

ten coats to the dirt
and sewed to the paper
god has a paper for your thirst
drink a pipe baba
to the bullshit praise allah
to the reals i’m a writer
steering your product
only to have closed to my other readers
i’m a fetus in my boom sake nana
daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa

back with my band, yo street hoot tele novndo
but every single one of my fans know that
every damn show, i’m taking my kids overs seas
on a journey like i’m flying with van gogh
livin’ so sweet without gretel and hansel
criticize the lyrics cause they think i’ve been tango
find me when we’re all close working at cango
i’m rocking on with yelawolf and new danny fambo

hello me how ya been?
they got a mother the king i knew when you was 10
you brought me sipping sweets, you still huh?
and your piggy bank is full of change
where’d you use to steal from
you been playing fools
like a still drum
pulling put early, and they still come
eating from the gain, when you know the meal’s done
yelawolf is kicking back at these pilgrims
hold it baby, sit still son
this old rhyme, it heals bin row
still shocking when i see ‘em go
bananas and they hammer the

you don’t know, you don’t know by now
you better tell him ’bout it
what you gonna tell him bout it?
yeah, yeah

i’m not the every half of wit
after this ever gets out of this
in 60 seconds i’m gonna need the wretchening
chasing the chef with a shot of … and water
probably the better idea you’re moving the wretchening
threatens the part of me to be the loosen of cannons
blowing his fucking minds like the winds
i caught his cardigan
hooligans, hooligans, hooligans
but pretty who’s your friend
open the fire and get back in the pool again
you my friend, watch your manners
i’m tossing rappers up on my cruelty
minus 4, minus whore
shady records i’m already better, fuck it, cow gone

dog don’t gotta leave
dog’s already home
dogs i’m a beast, i’m a wolf
bring your dogs back
a melody man in a melancholic mellow yellow can
shht, tell him how we gonna sell ‘em man...

been working hard all week
so won’t you bring that back to me..
i got blisters on my feet
so won’t you bring that back to me..

if you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no.
if you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no.
if you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no.
if you don’t know, if you don’t know, no, no, no.

[End]
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Hail Mary Lyrics - Trey Songz Ft. Young Jeezy, Lil Wayne

[start]
Trey Songz Feat. Young Jeezy, Lil Wayne - Hail Mary Lyrics

[Trey Songz]
(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It’s Trigga
(Trig, what’s happenin’ nigga?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We going long (we going long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I’ve got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My game face on, my game face on… yeah
I got my game face on, come on

[Young Jeezy: Verse 1]
I got my choppa in my ‘rari
In case I see my enemy
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
Tonight I’m on this Hennessy
I won’t usually do the brown
But tonight is special (special)
Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special
My 2 door is retarded, I call that bitch special-ed
I don’t even know her name, I just call her special
Another year, same haters, usual suspects.
Word ’bout another nigga, I swear that shit is suspect
Keyser Soze, sold the yay’ and I got away.
Hit the club, there fresh, in case I die today
Hail Mary, told her it’s the world, ain’t got shit to lose
’bout to go long, celebrate, like I’m Victor Cruz.

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Hey baby you say you like it deep, hail Mary
Hey girl you know the play, hail Mary
Tonight we going long, yeeeah, we be going long
Hey huddle up, hail Mary
I ain’t tryna pump, hail Mary
Tonight we going long
We be going long, hail Mary

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Whatever you want I got it
Got a drop-top in my pocket
You pop it, you watch it
Keep on poppin’ and I’mma drop it
So hard to be alone
But right here at this moment you the one I want to roll so..
You got the baby baby, it’s in your hands
I’ma be the coach, I’ma let you know the plan
What’s next is, baby you and me exitin’
What now? I’ma get you naked, do a little bit of sexin’
Touch down
I wish you let me score, I’ma wanna score again
Double O, triple O, baby I’ma play to win
You say the best stuff, and see some good D
Hey girl I heard you like it deep

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunchi in this muthafucka
Hail mary full of grace
I dont remember her name, but I remember how her pussy taste
I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down
Gotcha going in circles, all you gotta do is look around
I’m Mr Right and she Miss Tonight, pussy so nice gotta kiss it twice
Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck, my tongue get stuck like licking ice
Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick too deep
I told her shes the preachers wife, she said practice what you preach
She said ah me so horny, he love me long time.
I say how bout 69, she say numbers dont lie.
I say true you ain’t never told no lie, you ain’t never told no lie
And you know they say love is blind, so close your eyes.

[End]
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Cough Syrup lyrics - Young The Giant

[start]

Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me, Oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, Oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I,
I should have found by now

I'm waiting for this cough syrup
to come down, come down

Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm coming up now, coming up now
out of the blue, oh
These zombies in the park,
they're looking for my heart, oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun, oh oh

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I,
I should have found by now

And so I run now to the things
they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be

I'm waiting for this cough syrup
to come down.

Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control

If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I,
I should have found by now.

And so I'd run now to the things
they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be.

I'm waiting for this cough syrup
to come down.

One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa!


[End]
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It's Goin' Down Lyrics - Yung Joc

[start]

[Lil Boi]
This a nitty beat (boing)

[Nitty]
Here we go again
Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)
You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)
I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)
Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?)
He resides in College Park (College Park cp)
But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)
We gotta give y'all a hit (huh)

[Verse 1]
Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Asking a million questions like
Joc where ya stay
Tell 'em College Park
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seats
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the deuces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Meet me in the trap its going down
Meet me in the mall its going down
Meet me in the club its going down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down

[verse 2]
Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope Boy Magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet.
Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know.
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope.
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye.
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stunting is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it.

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yung Joc...
Nitty strikes again.
This a Nitty beat.
Playmaker
So So Def motherfucker...

[End]
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Ms. New Booty Lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx Ft. Ying Yang Twins & Mr. ColliPark

[start]

[Chorus (Ying Yang Twins)]
Booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere [3x]
Rockin everywhere [2x]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
I found you MS NEW BOOTY
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the dance club for about month or 2
Put his hand on it then see what he do [2x]

Get it right, get it right get it tight [3x]

[1st verse (Bubba Sparxxx)]
Girl I don't need you, but chu need me
Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely
And I don't tell stories, I let em tell itself
And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else
Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy
Aint life grand (life's grand) livin up at it
Here go da whisper song, baby this is us ready?
Put it on me enthusiastically, what ever it is that chu do, you do it abnormally
And I aint choose it, that thang chose me
Its bubba and ying yang, all the way insane
YO!!

[Chorus (Ying Yang Twins)]
Booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere [3x]
Rockin everywhere [2x]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
I found you MS NEW BOOTY
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the dance club for about month or 2
Put his hand on it then see what he do [2x]

Get it right, get it right get it tight [3x]

[2nd Verse]
Quarter to twelve and we just gettin
Bubba gonna make ya start wit da Ying Yang Twins
Sippin off of chrome, blong blong blong
Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom
Ass get da jiggling, MOTHER F_CKING WIGGLYING
Get that thang shakin, like she frost bit shivering
Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes
Got these hoes shaking that molasses
SHHHHHH!
Let me whisper in your ear
Get your self together go and buy so new care do
Somethin with your hair did.
Hit da club, shake ya ass and da brothuz gonna sho some love
Do that movie thing, just a minute ago.
I garentee you'll make out till dawn.
Go ahead baby work what chu got, get what chu want
I aint got money, dats not what makes you.

[Chorus (Ying Yang Twins)]
Booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere [3x]
Rockin everywhere [2x]

[Bubba Sparxx]
I found you MS NEW BOOTY
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the dance club for about month or 2
Put his hand on it then see what he do [2x]
Get it right (or ripe), get it right get it tight [3x]

[3rd Verse (Bubba Sparxxx)]
Hi there, how are things?
I once was breast man now it seems
Ever since I had the pleasure
Getting you together, your chest is like whatever
I found the buried treasured
Yes ma'am, heres the plan
Meet me over under don't be late
Ill bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book
And ill fixs that stuff up, everythin will look good

[Chorus (Ying Yang Twins)]
Booty booty booty booty rockin everywhere [3x]
Rockin everywhere... [2x]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
I found you MS NEW BOOTY...
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the dance club for about month or 2
Put his hand on it then see what he do... [2x]

Get it right, get it right get it tight. [3x]


[End]
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Do It To It Lyrics - Cherish Ft. Sean Paul [YoungBloodZ]

[start]

[cherish]
A a a a a aaaa [x4]

[youngbloodz]
A town
Sean paul young bloodz wiv my homegirls cherish
Yea a town
Hey yo vito we got u one here playa

[cherish]
Step out tha caddy ya feel
Its on a base of steel
Them boys checkin us out
Kno wen we dress to kill
Strut in the club
Its dark but still got my shades on
I hear the dj mixing young buck to tha whisper song
We from tha city that make it ok (a a a a)
To turn that clubbin in year round holiday
So if ya feelin right
Brotha kryptonite it
This ya song tonite
Then its on tonite

[chorus]
Bounce wit it, drop wit it.
Lean wit it, rock wit it.
Snap wit it.
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it.
Do it do it do it do it.
U kno tha world be rockin to it to it.
So do it do it do it to it.

Bounce wit it drop wit it.
Lean wit it, rock wit it.
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it.
Do it do it do it do it
You kno da world b rockin to it to it.
So do it do it do it to it.

[cherish]
No need to ask where im from
U already know
I represent the a from my head and to my toes
Step on tha dance floor watch & learn
Cuz here i go
I throw my hands up and work my body to tha floor
We from tha city that make it ok (a a a a)
To turn that clubbin in year round holiday
So if ya feelin right
Brotha kryptonite it
This ya song tonite
Then its on tonite

[chorus]
Bounce wit it, drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it
Do it do it do it do it
U kno tha world be rockin to it to it
So do it do it do it to it

Bounce wit it drop wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it
Do it do it do it do it
You kno da world b rockin to it to it
So do it do it do it to it

[Youngbloodz]
Wats up coco (waz up coco)
Wats up 44 (wats up 44)
I lean i rock (i lean i rock)
I drink i smoke (i drink i smoke)
Might snap my fingers (might snap my fingers)
Might clap my hands (might clap my hands)
Dont get it twisted pimpin this a hood dance (hood dance)
So walk ya hood man (man)
Roll up some good man (man)
They hang cuz they cant do it do it do it man (cherish: do it do it do it) man (man)
I ride good man (man)
U quick to boo it man (man)
Im in da club 10 grand in tha rubber band (band)
Damn right im crunk (im crunk)
Damn right im clean (im clean)
They got that walk (that walk)
They got that lean (that lean)
We make a pool palace (palace)
I make ya shoulder lean (shoulder lean)
And ima show it, nah mean!

[Chourus x2]

Bounce wit it, drop wit it.
Lean wit it, rock wit it.
Snap wit it.
All my ladies pop yo backs wit it.
Do it do it do it do it.
U kno tha world be rockin to it to it.
So do it do it do it to it.

Bounce wit it drop wit it.
Lean wit it, rock wit it.
Snap wit it
All my fellas tip yo hats wit it.
Do it do it do it do it
You kno da world b rockin to it to it.
So do it do it do it to it.


[End]
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Shoulder Lean Lyrics - Young Dro Ft. T.I.

[start]

[Chorus: T.I. - 2X]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your shoulder lean
let your shoulder lean, just let your shoulder lean
Ay, get it right, two step and let your shoulder lean, let your shoulder lean
just let your shoulder lean

[Verse 1]
Dro...I'm clean in this bitch
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch!
Nigga buck..carbon 15 in this bitch
This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean 6
I take breath, the opposite of Primatine Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 scream "flip"
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip
Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
with Lucky Charms down and man but nah it ain't Flip
K bounce..ok then I let my shoulder lean
and I bet my car charge, and I bet my motor clean
Suicide doors, Brown Rover look like pok n bean
erybody know me in the club cuz they smokin' me..Dro
Hoes scopin' me, ice come from Bo Bareeton
hundred carats have 'em froze for an eon
Red, black, and white Chevy now I'm ridin' Deion.
put them lights off in my rims, now I'm ridin' neon.
Our cars look like cra-yon, hoes know I'm the man though.
I can shoulder lean...ionno how to dance thooooo...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
First I let my wheels spin, then I let my screen fall.
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Mall, tall.
And then I pimp a hoe, take a bitch to Berlin...
bitch break niggaz, after that we fuck they girlfriend.
My girl got a girlfriend, Chevy blue like whirlwind.
Nigga it's a drought on that boy, so I got that girl in
Pearl Bent', cockin' hammer, Arm & Hammer propaganda
bitches think I'm pimpin' and leanin' in salamander sandels.
Dirty South hot cuz Atlanta.. show niggaz with ammo.
we ride Phantom, holla shawty for grammar.
Yep, now I be on TV, BET, out the channel.
Hood nigga from Bankhead, I stay by Grandma Nana
I lay by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies
Throw me the donkey, bitch I ride glaze on the haze
gator green Chevy, gator gut, alligator J's.

[End]
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I Know You See It Lyrics Yung Joc Ft. Brandy 'Ms. B.' Hambrick

[start]

Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, I know you see it)
Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, I know you see it)

Now you can call me tipdrill, they playing my song
Throw a couple ones, then she throw away her thong
When she bust it open, take a picture with my phone
She love my cologne, I call it perk body zone
Now she pussy poppin', it's goin' down
Slap the waitress on the booty, tell her "get another round"
And when I make it rain, money all over the ground
Fresh force ones, sean john button down
And then im like "oh boy, a clique fulla stars"
Big four fifth, big dick, and big cars
At the end of the day, when its all said and done
I need four freaks 'cause I need more than one

[CHORUS]
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, I know you see it)
Im like bim bam, I know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, I know you see it)
Im like bim bam, I know you want some
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble gum
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

I aint never been the type to show off in the club
Real laid back poppin' plenty bottles of
Bub, dont smoke but I got much perk
Get that nigga real high, make him slurp it then burp
Could you be a groupie? I hear you singin' my song
Like I see you, lemme feel your tongue
Its T, miss B nigga, let me get you laced
Take a step back, blow the pussy in ya face
I aint talking cush nigga, im talking a rat race
So many to choose from, give 'em all a little taste
Gotta house fulla pussy, the madam of hip hop
My bitches are superstars, so gushy you needa mop
Yea!

[CHORUS]
Inny meeny minny mo
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, I know you see it)
Im like bim bam, I know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you aww it, I know you see it)
Im like bim bam, I know you want some
You chewing on the pussy like a piece of bubble gum
( I know you see it, I know you see it)

I got stacks on deck, snowflakes on my neck
New J's on my feet, make my outfit complete
(i know you see it, I know you see it)
I got stacks on deck, niggas love my flow
Got a mohawk blowin', air forces that glow
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

Inny meeny minny mo..
How many bitches from the club wont go
(i know you see it, I know you see it)
Im like bim bam, I know you want some
She chewing on the dick like a piece of bubblegum
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

Im like inny meeny minny mo
How many niggas from the club wont go
(i know you see it, I know you see it)

[End]
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Young Jeezy Ft. Akon - Soul Survivor Lyrics

[start]

[Intro:]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So...

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy):]
(Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Road Trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

[Verse 2 (Young Jeezy):]
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us -- we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor

[Verse 3 (Young Jeezy):]
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt....
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)!

[Bridge (Akon):]
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now

[Chorus (Akon) 2x:]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)!
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)!

'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor...


[End]
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Three 6 Mafia Ft. Young Buck & Eightball & MJG - Stay Fly Lyrics

[start]

[Chorus:]
[a sample in background from the Willie Hutch's song "Tell Me Why Has Our Love Turned Cold"]
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
I gotta stay high I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I

[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump
Breaking down the good weed rolling the blunt...
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Riding through the hood got me gripping the grain
And I'm sipping the same while I'm changing the lanes
Eyes real tight cause I'm choking the creep
Vision messed up cause I'm drinking the lean
Messing with D boys riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star
Cause when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar

[Verse 2 - DJ Paul]
DJ Paul is a dog, one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Riding around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
It's purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurples
It's going down!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and Stack My G's
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cause I roll the benzo
It's that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cause them niggas still let me smoke for free

[Verse 4 - Crunchy Black]
What's up Mary! How you doing?
Mary Jane stanky nigga
Since I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama put you in a gar (in a gar)

[Chorus]

[Verse 5 - 8Ball]
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You ain't met no dudes spitting cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughing and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That to me the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow
Then pass it to me bro

[Verse 6 - MJG]
MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga running back.
Where the nigga really good sticky number at...
Cutting through the cigarillo like a lumberjack.
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees...
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee.
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey...
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it down right on yo chest.


[End]
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