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'63rd & Hayes' Lyrics - Naledge ft. DJ MoonDawg & Bun B
Here is 63rd & Hayes Lyrics by Naledge Ft. DJ MoonDawg & Bun B

Check this out, man,
I got a new bender for my brother Knowledge,
We gonna take this on, we at the Ace Baller,
And it's going down right now, Total Cezar,
Is a new joint, a'it?

We be in it, they tripping,
One way gripping,
On the corners where they blacked out,
From what they were sipping.

Hey, Spot, I'm the man,
Chevy trunk sound like a marching band,
And I didn't came out, it's all good,
Joy feeling me? Women all would,
Driving down the block,
Like what else would a brother do?
Driving down the block
Getting stains like it's something new.
She said she want me,
What else is new?
You say you got a man,
Well, bitch, what you expect to do?
Cause' ...
Ain't no romance, we fucking on the late,
We ain't got to hold hands,
Round up in my club,
Pussy in my lap,
Girl I'm trying to cut,
I ain't gonna save you,
But I might come to your rescue.

We be in it, they tripping,
One way gripping,
On the corners where they blacked out,
From what they were sipping.

Just getting head right now
When the G... bip, bip, bend it over
Till' I fuck you to the beat.
Bip, bip.

Psycho drama all blasting a ride,
Woman big and a bag full of eyes,
Now we sitting in the back of the ride
And I really want to take a ho back for the night.
It's sundown, it's sundown,
My knees don't come down,
It's once in a lifetime,
Girl, come have some fun now.

Bar Louie, table shots,
Piramid full of glasses on the table top,
My niggers Zone told me I ain't have to pay.
Feel like ew, cause' the day was a good day.
One night stands ain't really that bad, aye,
One night stand was the best I ever had.
Lighting up Cohibas, they don't let me drive,
Feeling like I'm Jack Butler
Never let a nigger ride with me.

We be in it, they tripping,
One way gripping,
On the corners where they blacked out,
From what they were sipping.

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'Make It Snow' Lyrics - Tony Yayo (Ft. Bun B, Slim Thug & Deanaun Porter)
Here is Make It Snow Lyrics by Tony Yayo Ft. Bun B, Slim Thug & Deanaun Porter

[Hook]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady

I need that money, money
I get that money, money
To your head to toe,
Got these girls money hungry
I got a swag degree, I pop the tag so gradually
Another day, another dollar
My bed sheet Prada
I lay on the shit feel like a million dolla’
Shawty says she swallow, I can’t believe this shit
She on my dick cuddle so artistic

[Hook]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady
It ain’t a secret you know how we do
The game belongs to me yeah
Cause I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady

Yeah, it’s winter time baby so we pull them temps out
The flop of a vest that will leave your limbs out
I grab the keys, full up foreign with the rims out
It’s sweeter than …i show you what a pimp bout
Hopping out designer shoes in designer clothes
Draped in designers jewels with designer hoes
You see my … where my girl is smooth
We keep it pimping pimping nigga don’t disturb this groove
Move around before we put you on a payroll bitch
It’s bud b, keeping it p with Tony Yayo bitch!

[Hook]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady
It ain’t a secret you know how we do
The game belongs to me yeah
Cause I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady

Thuger money long, thuger money grown
I take them bitches on field trips to my home
I can make it rain and turn it to a hurricane
Make it snow when it’s 84 I ain’t playing
They call me weather man cause I got that cedar maine
But ain’t no lie, I feed them bitches pocket change
You can start a thang, less you a pussy or brain
Let me be your pimping manager, same thang
Yeah I’m tight with it, only certain type get it
Just cause thug got it don’t mean I gotta give it

[Hook]
Some niggas lie like they money long
But you can look at me and see hey
That I can make it snow in the summer baby
And I can make it rain when it’s sunny lady.

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'Wait A Minute' Lyrics - Chris Webby (Ft. Kid Ink & Bun B)
Here is Wait A Minute Lyrics by Chris Webby Ft. Kid Ink & Bun B

yeah
see, listen up girl,
you're looking good all but
i gotta make my money
i gotta have priorities you know

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
but i ain't never met one like you
but is money to be made and i'm really tryin to get it
so baby what i need you to do

hook:
bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
i got no fucking time you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute,
you see i'm out here on the grind you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute,
yeah bitch i know you fine but you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

there's a woman that i love and she gave birth to me in 88
it's time from all these bitches all come second to the paper chase
not to sound conceited but i work my fucking asshole
for be a dumb motherfucker river let the women
take away from the stack and all of my cash out
that's all, in the story you're good or bad
and all we're making money is mandatory
so salute the canting when i come through, when i rack the rapping
got money on my mind it's time to make it happen
aside from me attraction you ain't shit but the distraction
so just seat there and relax while i work on bringin this cashin
now that i got the taste of it, i just can't stay away from it
they made me selling out this is me i'ma make em paper shit

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
but i ain't never met one like you, like you
but this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get it
so baby what i need you to do

hook:
bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
i got no fucking time you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute,
you see i'm out here on the grind you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute,
yeah bitch i know you fine but you gotta
wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

i need this second, yeah we could work it out
wait a minute, get it girl give me some time
i'm bout my money on the grind 25 a spring
summer winners snow nice sunny on
i just need you to be my ride of that
you know what i'm going getting money is the alibi
maybe when i hit a hundred mili i'll be satisfied
to it ..gotta keep it rolling get your camera time
hard that gotta hit the road jack
why you're acting crazy think you need some rose
i know how to hold zack, and i know i leave em alone so
you should know who the star girl it's your..

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
but i ain't never met one like you like you
but this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get it
so baby what i need you to do

[hook:]

now ask the world keep revolving and the plan is keep rotating
got my eyes on the prize and if our only suckers hatin
i'm posted in the lab man i'm putting in the time
if i'm tryin get the tickets so our stack to get the shine
it's people on the sidelines, waiting for a chance
to be here in starting line with the rock up in their hands
all i needed was a shot, but nobody up a game
so i got tired awaiting on it and with one
now i'm in the game fuck the fortune and the pain
don't get caught up in the pleasant lights and banners switch your name
it's all get today and it's all gone tomorrow
and i'm glad you've made it rainin wont' let you come back and borrow

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
but i ain't never met one like you like you
but this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get it
so baby what i need you to do

[hook:]

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'Pull Up' Lyrics - Big K.R.I.T (Ft. Big Sant & Bun B)
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When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick (cuff your chick)
She here legit, bitch (it’s legit)

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick
She here legit, bitch

5 in the morning, ridin’, yawn and take her my beat up
On the way to Obaco with a crib that I can kick my feet up
See the panties was shinin’, freshly primin’ first time I seen ‘er
Now she wanna ride high with her head in the sky, look down on all her people
Ain’t it crazy panty be crackin’ when I’m slappin’ them bones
I was told to jump in and camp fire the Amazon my dogs
So what’s twerkin’ and broken in here? I shouldn’t thought of Po
From them strippers that love the suckin’ fuckin’, get get down on the flo’
Transformers can’t fuck with this, that the way my dough flip
Skyscraper tall when I creepy crawl, they crip on solar clipse
Rise to the apes in my trunk and my terriers swang dine
Make the pope cast votes when the rapture approach, my old school come around

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick (cuff your chick)
She here legit, bitch (it’s legit)

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick
She here legit, bitch

Said bitch I pulled up on your turk
Straight pilled off with yo girl
Said she wanna ride with it
Just wanna get that dick cause she deserve it
And my backseat softer than a pillow top
Pants so wet that it hit the spot
And I’m a quench your thirst
Man that nigga should’ve did it first
You was holdin’ hands and I was in a perse
I’m gettin’ dough dup on the city lights
She right side, she can lift steel
Tryna make show that her titties right
We in the parkin’ lot with the trunk open and sippin’
Sittin’ outside the whip with the world grand wheel like it’s 19-96
Yea chick, I’m ridin’ dirty
Kicks up bitch, I know you heard me tryna get the leg with the 84′s
Tank just don’t say beg for mecy
I just want the swangin’ bangin’
The work of the whole wide, leave you hangin’
Gotta let ‘em know I’m forever whole and kickin’ doors open
Pay what you owe me I told ‘em

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick (cuff your chick)
She here legit, bitch (it’s legit)

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick
She here legit, bitch

See pimpin’ is what pimpin’ is and Mac can do what he feel like
Trip the tray where that duck is stichin’ and fold the boll so I peel right
Candy paintin’ on that Friday man, turn the grill on that woman
Them fancy bucks that flipped wheel of the truck, you hear me not when I’m comin’
That face so hard that it’s numbin’, that chrome so shinny it’s blindin’
Them seats so soft that I’m sinkin’ in and so it’s no need to recline ‘em
I drop the top and you see me, got different shit on this TV
That one with Sopranos, the one with the wire
The one that finally score up that aisle
Woodrow Wilson goddamn knew that step come out when I grip it
I represent for that D A T and ace the whole, I feel tippin’
I chunk the dudes when I’m flippin’, for my city I pull on
R I P to the pimp, it’s U G K for life and I’m gone

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick (cuff your chick)
She here legit, bitch (it’s legit)

When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over
When I pull up, it’s over
I pull up, it’s over

Then uncuff your chick
She here legit, bitch

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'Stop Playin' Lyrics - Bun B (Ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Redman)
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[Bun B]
I'm the one-man army: Bun B
I've never been taken out
I keep emcees breaking out
I'll bring your real rap back and
Taking the faking out
I'm clearing all the bullshit out the way
To make a vacant route
OK, now let the real niggas roll through
It's going for you new niggas and the old too
It was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit now
So I'm just tryna keep the bullshit down
They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble
And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame
Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim
You blame radio, internet, and politics
But see, we all really know it's just a pile of shit
You not playing cause your music ain't hitting
The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka!

[Hook - Bun B]
You saying you the man, that's the key to you
Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do
It's not the shit you say, It's the shit you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing

[Royce]
Niggas be lying, talking about they busted heater
Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
Leave it, my rivals under ground like SkyZoo's how I do
I have em laying on the ground bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfuckin head
Like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in the place where
I'm wearing Gucci, mane, getting white boy wasted
I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
I'm trying to get rid of this weight: K-Fed
Me and Bun got the gangsta ?
We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you the ?
I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan
Flow like Viagra, that's why they go "god damn!"
I rip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
I'm godlike, when I'm praying I should stand

[Hook - Bun B]

[Redman]
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Now take your best-known rapper and make him my fan
I'm the man homeboy, been running the block
I make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop
And I'm Doc, the niggas are hating
My flow and your swag? It don't relate
Cause I'm grrreat! Jewels like Frosted Flakes
Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
I hold weight when the camera rolling
It's like golf how I got the US Open
Nigga I'm nice, I see you scoping
Think twice before you move that close in
That's my dosage, call me tomorrow
Look so fly when you call me a barber
Everything I write, call me the author
Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya

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Yeah this for the realest of the real
underground peam
uncle Rall nigga
yeah
this ain’t the step on
you know what I’m talking about
yeah
yeah
right

Myself it ain’t on time I’m so allergic to phone it
one of a kind original you aint to drop the one and only
God put me hub and humbling what the hell my family is a ..
sometimes I’m a..within my own pride
the devil been working on me
I make it so easy for
God been talking to me, I like the weed to ignore
money be on my mind
so much I hurt the ones I love
I move for hundreds and stacks and move because of the love
my cocket do like a binz..and all that small talk
that’s why my list is been so rapped up in the ball tuff
I call just to..I see the sense of..never service
seem like the lack of love I give you the industry be on purpose
I brush my shoulders off and keeping you weak whenever I speak
somebody must like ’cause every album my I dig I lick
cunting harsh my heart won’t let me talk a soak
you niggas is radio friendly fine so melt to talk about

Hook:
I’m allergic phone, I’m allergic to fake
I’m allergic to something, I’m allergic to snakes
I’ll be snizzin and talking,got me cuffin and chockin
thank you welcome with this pimpin boy you must speak chockin
I’m allergic to phone, I’m allergic to fakes
I’m allergic to something, I’m allergic to snakes
I’ll be snizzin and talking,got me cuffin and chockin
thank you welcome with this pimpin boy you must speak chockin

I’m from the land of the trill and ..the city
we brought the ..for pop..gangsta get ready
from the gigs on the west side
let it ..up what they says
let the east what they put in work with no..regrets
I see so many things that ever is fool couldn’t handle
see brother q brother pulled out the life like a candle
the gangstas turn int he suckers and teen second flat
could ..and..just where you from
where the fuck are you at
but this thing that I’ve learned it and all my time in this game
and let it hold it deep in ocean
take you why ..in your lane
so shit I refrain from the..
I’m the king of the tree
and the few way I’m allergic
bitch I’m over round

[Hook:]

This boys they saw the.. official
and they ..they f*ckin the ..
they ain’t ..they f*cking the chain
and they ..remaining thing
this rappers is lanes this rappers ..
how could you..dies
though I do that and find me a job
..only fake and rappin the..
it could be her, it could be him
they approve but never be them ’cause I’m opposite them
opposite claim, opposite way
never allow I ..exactly right when I’m whipping the mike
the life I .. is exactly
the life you decided exactly high
this verse you was trippin and rippin and gribbin
and now you are ..and you was drug
and see you was driving me crazy
bout you a phone and rock you dazy
so you compose you’d better prayed it
I never catch you alone
I ..the tone and put in that bully
right to your your..

[Hook:]

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hardcore g shit, homie, i don't play around
ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- this atlanta, clown
home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
catch you coming out that magic city with a snub, ho
lurking in the club on tourist motherfuckers
welcome to atlanta -- up your jewelry, motherfucker!
these monkey niggas looking for some luda and jermaine
and all a nigga found was a ruger and some pain
pow, motherfucker, pow! come up off the chain
pow, motherfucker, pow! one off in the brain
we some money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
these real-ass killers move in silence with violence
the minute it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
how you from atlanta that they never speak upon
where everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

and you know just how it go
we ain't playing round with that bullshit
nigga, we ain't let that shit go
when you come here, you better come correct
this real g shit, you gotta show respect

once upon a time in the projects
an o.g. saw a young bun b as a prospect
thought that i would understand the streets from a very young age
so he opened up the g code to the front page
he sat me on the porch, said, "this where little dogs sit"
pointed at the yard, said, "that's where big dogs shit"
he said, "don't leave til your ass get growed
and don't come back til your ass get throwed
whatever you want is whatever you can have
bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
when you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
cause being trill is an onomatopoeia
be about it like a g, a hater wanna catch you slipping
try to be a jordan, but settle for a pippen"
player, i ain't even tripping, but i don't really care
cause my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air

and you know just how it go
we ain't playing round with that bullshit
nigga, we ain't let that shit go
when you come here, you better come correct
this real g shit, you gotta show respect

in a six, i'm riding with a pistol grip, banana clip
from simpson road to adamsville, i'm repping this atlanta shit
nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
a hundred round at em, that ain't no louisiana shit
drinking on that hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga fantasy
a record full of felonies, searching for a better me
but choppers go off in my hood like iraq, cuba, tel aviv
pretty nigga, let him be -- fuck him, shorty
sucker nigga i'll never be, don't give a fuck about it
quick to round up on that audi, make em get the fuck up out it
nigga better be about it, he deserve it he allow it
what's a coward to a kamikaze?
he ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where i stay
i catch you slipping with that k, ain't no illusion, no confusion
better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

and you know just how it go
we ain't playing round with that bullshit
nigga, we ain't let that shit go
when you come here, you better come correct
this real g shit, you gotta show respect

wha-da-da-dang, wha-da-da-da-da-dang
listen to my clip before that five go bang
bang bang, guap time, rep game
we the readers of the books and the leaders of the crooks
predators, we eyeballing all of y'all lames
let me fall off, i'm taking all of y'all chains
all of y'all watches and all of y'all cars
well, who you talking to? all of y'all stars
all of y'all rappers and producers and such
no homo promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
like def jam circa '83, you get rushed
if you rolling with some winners, then you rolling with us
i know some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
i don't make dance music, this is r.a.p
opposite of the sucker shit they play on t.v

and you know just how it go
we ain't playing round with that bullshit
nigga, we ain't let that shit go
when you come here, you better come correct
this real g shit, you gotta show respect

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[Bun B x5]
5 on the Kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think

[B.o.B]
Yeah, Yeah, HaHa
I say I throw to the side
Like a lateral
I swear tonight I’m doing major damage
Is collateral
50 on the potion
100 on the smoking
Panoramic roof
But we ride in slow motion
Patron pass to ya
Top self we toasted
Top models
Tops poppin off kelly rowland
Its whatever I never let up
I never feel better
A house for the freaks
And ill never say never
My seats all leather
My jackets all leather
Got peter pissed off cause my pillow full of feathers
Since day one I stay down like a celler
Bun B, KRIT BoB we some F**kin trend setters

[Bun B]
5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think (x5)

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Ok I roll up to the club
I pull up to the mother f**kin top
Got some hoes with a whippin bit on top
Woofers in my cusion (?)
DJ on the dash
If I want it then I cop

Its G a ho (x2)
And she a ho

A sheep n*gga leave alone
What u pop pills for
So high in the sky we crakin windows
And this the end tho

[Bun B]
5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think (x5)

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she packed my bags last night pre-flight
zero hour nine am.
and i'm gonna be high as a kite by then
i miss the earth so much i miss my wife
it's lonely out in space
on such a timeless flight

chorus:
i think it's gonna be a long, long time
till touchdown brings me round again to find
i'm not the man they think i am at home
oh no no no i'm a rocket man
rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
in fact it's cold as hell
and there's no one there to raise them if you did
and all this science i don't understand
that’s just my job five days a week
you don’t wanna be high, high like me!

chorus:
i think it's gonna be a long, long time
till touchdown brings me round again to find
i'm not the man they think i am at home
oh no no no i'm a rocket man
rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

i’m a rocket man, yeah, yeah!
i’m a rocket man
yeah, i’m a rocket man!
i’m a rocket man!

houston, we’ve got some problems
don’t know how you boy gonna solve ‘em
their commence it just won’t link
and it comes... down, i don’t know what to think!
i’ve been in a blink, sort of like the big bang
…do a big thing
what small move, turn it into a big chase
don’t face no trouble
i only need rage, to this thing so strange
but it all makes sense.
my back behind the wall and behind the fears
situations always get so tense
and i just want us to still be friends
but we just argue, fussing and fighting
we scream, and yell, and we curse our night
in the sense that we always ..tight
think that is time that i book this flight
took all my might, but i feel so weak
so much to say, but i just can’t speak
gotta be dumb, but it killed me to do it
came as a prize, but you always knew it
so i’m taking this trip, no play, no car,
might be closer, or might be far
but later than soon, would you … the moon
i’ll be next to a shining like a star!

chorus:
i think it's gonna be a long, long time
till touchdown brings me round again to find
i'm not the man they think i am at home
oh no no no i'm a rocket man
rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

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[bun b]
the people think it’s all about the fame
and the money and the status and the game
but it’s deeper than all that

[mac miller]
they just want the women and the cars
getting high so they can chill with some stars
but it’s deeper than all that

[bun b]
they thinking that it’s all about the shows
and the chains hanging down on your clothes
but it’s deeper than all that

[mac miller]
we’re here to change the world with this thing called rap
homie, believe me, it’s all that

[verse 1 - bun b]
i got that money on my mind, the grind
and the ability, the knowledge and the know-how
stamina and agility
soon as i step in the facility these haters start
testing my civility, i’m telling you
they killing me. some of them feeling me
and some of them be grilling me but
i just blow my kush smoke up to the ceiling g
yeah, and take a toke of the swisher smoke
they got the paint and the brush, but not the picture, loc
what is an emcee if he can’t rap?
just a monkey with a mic just waiting to get slapped
what is a dj if he can’t scratch?
the one rotten apple that’s spoling the whole bag
what is a b-boy if he can’t break?
might as well do the dougie or even the harlem shake
and what is a graffiti artist if he don’t tag?
no homophobia, but he’s a fag
cause it’s deeper than all that..

[hook]

[verse 2 - mac miller]
one time for the world cause we do it for y’all
that logo light up in the sky when the studio call
moving the crowd, get em loud without a gimmick
spit with a golden ticket, i’m whipping it up in minutes
my feet up in this game
rapping even made a ?
don’t worry about the critics
if it’s happening now, forget it
for my heart is where i give it
stay thinking about the future
when i’m rich, i’mma call my mom before i call the movers
these haters are just losers
hate to see you winning
gave my ? the beginning
i’m in it for extra innings
here to change the world like a change clothes
wouldn’t mind a little bankroll, pesos
but i”m right here for way more
what is somebody if they can’t love?
a hater.. someone give em a hug
we here to change the world with this thing called rap
and homie, believing is all that..

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uh, yeah!
we let the bottles pop,
feels like we just wanna... at the all-star game!
full impact! yeah, yeah!
i think i’m ... i’m...
..so we’re going... round
yeah, i’m think i’m...
miami lenin, miami women
even when the heat is losing, we’re miami women
man, i’m a killer, hell, make a living
abc, take ‘em to the bang michael...
think i’m avenue man at the...
listen to this money talk never.. when i walk!
is there...
berry me in ralph laurent....
you’re the butt head, pimp from the...
you ain’t wanna pimp, where you came from?
we gonna drift that malibu ‘till you..

chorus: (x2)
keep your money in the bag, everything is on me
see, we gonna get drunk, pour it up...
yeah, we can get drunk, pour it up...
if we got enough time, we gonna smoke for... yeah!

...feed of ...
i’m on the.. other chicks trade their...
it’s best to move around, if you ain’t here with me
..because that’s... no concern
i think i’m .. on my money and... try to earn
the world move in cycles, everybody get a turn
it’s like your baby momma in your face, face burn!
stop tripping, tripping, get back on my...
...we be.. tripping
kinda liking...
we got...
spitting so much game i gotta...
that’s how we it is
that’s what you do, you don’t...
that’s cool!

chorus: (x2)
keep your money in the bag, everything is on me
see, we gonna get drunk, pour it up...
yeah, we can get drunk, pour it up...
if we got enough time, we gonna smoke for... yeah!

i don’t have no promises
me i love... body hell crucial,
but i hope we don’t have no complex.
we’re running s sown the.. no id and i get...
...mc, look at me!
hell, yeah i pump like...
on a... i got stopped by some cops.
if this girl you can’t...
i was looped in this fiasco, so this is what i did!
i pull my gun like some snipers
gave ‘em high style, twist their...
and that brat i as with, that.. no doubt
but i call long distance, got me all...

chorus: (x2)
keep your money in the bag, everything is on me
see, we gonna get drunk, pour it up...
yeah, we can get drunk, pour it up...
if we got enough time, we gonna smoke for... yeah!

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bun b:
yeah... when i step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?"
big bun b, but you already knew that
live from the state where they chop it and screw that
you hatin' on the trill og, where they do that? (for real!)
motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
no tricks, man, those is for kids
cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib
drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
you fuckin' with da so you know what it is
i'm sittin on the fours that clack
comin' down candy in the golden 'lac
we gettin' to the money like it's goldman sachs
and we do it for the pimps that are holding back.. let's go!

nas:
look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' qb till the death of him
that nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em
track record goes back to "the essence", smack adolescents who ask who the best is
i'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, i pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
but i'm like a gastric bypass, ???? actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
since 16 i ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov'
tats on my body like an art exhibit, i did real good for a private nigga
was once a bacardi sipper, now it's chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
guns in compartments hidden, i was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
pow pow, with my shooters are techs that'll bust louder than the noise that i just spit
let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
i'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
been in this shit since '91
niggas can't fuck with the style i use
your fate is sealed, no heidi klum
calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how i move
a monster nigga, and i don't really like doing songs with niggas
there go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate
or like my nigga drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"

shyne:
i'm a villain, i'm a villain, all that happens in the street
poverty and desperation made me everything i be
i'm a shotta, when i pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over gotham

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so certified usda brand dude from pa man
this ugk and i'm rockin my ray bans mirror lens tinted up
servin these boys so place your orders out
send em up
blue plate special with the blue paint drippin
carolina blue j's on my feet
and i ain't trippin dippin one deep
fuck it two matter fact quatro me chuck mikey and once he left out four
sweet james jones grippin sweet grain holmes
its a bumpy ride ahead so you best to hang on
we kamikaze style and we bout to get it gungho
84 go ritz on 84 the trunk is hung low
fifth wheel trickin got the boppers in my sight
i bust a u-y at the intersection catch em at the light
yo whats cracking for tonight?
cause if you ain't got a plan i got a man and we could hook up something tight just make a right into the gas station

i got my hands full
the full force force and d's
trumps in the tape player
88 cutlass supreme
with 6 grade tables all eyes on me
nas used that same beat when he spit street dreams
my mom drove a coursica we was in the back seat
looking out the window imagination real big dreams
i set a new standard for who felt like me
demonstrator style wild flagrant fouls can't screen
showing you the big picture the complete hd
dvr rewind it back you wouldn't believe
said i bring that old thing back and they couldn't believe it

airfares way more for a trip to a?

the petrol is 5 bucks, i can't believe it
what the fuck is the deal
we too dependent on that barrel
its the way of the world
keep shifting its gears man
i gotta fill up, you want something from in here?

throw it reverse for some shorty with the works
write my number on some paper then throw it in her purse
as i ride by first things first
9 times out of the 10 that cool shit usually works
its 70 degrees im in a short sleeve shirt
without wearing a jacket put seeds in the earth
im growing money trees in my front yard
let me water my lawn
i make it look so easy it hurts
let me get my other dollar back
know i have change cause the chicken wrap don't cost more than i gave fool
man you can keep that buck and all my niggas in the range roves just keep trucking
same picture in the frame so selling suede hats and the rain won't work but one try won't hurt me
lucky number 10s and a rondo jersey
be at the gas station you can get in the front seat

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[verse 1 - bun b]
i'm on some superfreak shit like
rick james, i could get it
when i'm moving lane-to-lane
bentley car, superstar, candy sweet
gripping that stick like an icicle
sweet like a candy cane
get down on it at the drop of a dime
i'mma candy nigga, keep it coming all the time
pimp c, sweet jones, jr, ?
do you like it from the front or
do you like it from the back?
i'mma do some pop rocks, good and some ice packs
i'm the real, so trill, keep you cumming
on my mat, i'm on like boosie
drop it down like a pro, give it to me like
when we make em get down on the floor

[hook]
pimping on the good
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

[verse 2]
man, i'm sitting tall, ballin
24s i skate around
see me up in these streets, dripping paint
my plate is scraping now
we picking paper up and i'm shutting haters down
tell em "what's the skinny?"
but i'm still throwing my weight around
trill: i don't play around
leave that to the children
i'm about to be ? leave em red like ellen mirren
wood wheel steering, and vogue tire turning
big money earning like i came from mount vernon
got the swisher sweet burning
got my money on my mind and i'm about to make a killing
when them vogue tires peeling and the 5th wheel drop
and the trunk door's raising, i recline the ragtop
everybody just stop like their time's been frozen
but to damn near go blind from the shine of the chosen
it ain't no more supposing
already understood, i'm repping pat, my hood
when i'm gripping on the wood, baby

[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

[verse 3]
?
bitch, i don't know you
never seen a pimp? ho let me show you
wood grain when i roll through
candy painted my slab
put some screens in the front, ike turner
in my trunk, and a diamond tip on the back
it's a fuckmobile, cause i fuck them freaks
you lame as fuck, so she fuck with me
don't be surprised when she leaves your side
i'm everything that you call defeat
y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas floss
but pimp c, i'mma break em off
super-tight since '86
? could've been my pa
but, forever all day nigga
this new ugk nigga
you don't know what i'm bout then step aside
fuck up out my face, nigga
gotta hold my nuts, keep it oh-so trill
pop my trunk while i work my bills
drop my top and crack my ?
cause your bitch be on my d, ho
got a song with bun, i got the ?
country rap tunes til the day i die
out for the shrimp, blowing up like a blimp
rotating the tires

[hook]
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit
gripping on the wood
every fucking day a young nigga live good
got a pocket full of cheese
yellow on my dick
every fucking day i'm on some pimped-out shit

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that candy paint, that candy paint
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...

that candy paint, smoking at day, be so alive i stand …
neighborhood watch crawl they can play,
hate on my big fat ass...
looking for me over say you a rap singer
i know you smoke weed, let me smell your finger
linger, that the green thumb … got a valid …
i'm challenged, got candy paint on my harley, harley
….and truck, … and old school...
looking for a top shelf not know …
that candy paint, gotta go can't believe their eyes
flow the gas that mesmerize, this is on dash half of my cash
… dash for my …
gotta shake these suckers and watch my back
i'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked, windshield cracked?
i'm slapping so hard my windshield cracked
my … is joalous …

i'm addicted to this flow so that why all my ride's so awesome
i keep that big like … it don't matter what it's causing
tossing deuces out the roof, but that coop
while i ride by, players chunking deuces back
bob … feel like i'm up in the sky, yo all know that … green
40 got them going … when we pull up on the scene
get the pain, looking clean, ...looking king size
this time while i drive it's like they can't believe their eyes
it's that that boy thugger and that bad motherfucker
swanging banging riding dirty screw the … on them suckers
flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds yes the …
from the texas to the callie, catch me tipping through the hood

that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...

it's ...texas that's the city where we ride the greatest
gripping grain, drip insane, turning up, rob a davids
that old school great … papa … scrape a hustler and a grind of
every day i'm trying to make paper
i'm from pa represent for you … and i'm riding for my city like it's rapper …
i got homies on the west i got homies in detroit
matter of fact these gladiators are all over, all day
… drop that top and let them chock, they hit them now on their highway
turn up some rig shot, or maybe swisher house … it's going down

that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ...
that candy paint, that candy paint, e 40 built in brooklyn call me …leather seat ….

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this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit

it's that office from the king of darkness
can't stop this mob shit offly hardness
in a minute toxic caustic ...lost your optic
when the millimeter bars get soft and pissed off …
einstein take nine … behind ...rhymes
i'm sign too much flying too fine fine wine
i can design lines that will get me to climb times
pieces them find... just grind blind

get a doctor spit, you're a toxicness
...never look at the killer nigger when you are cure
...some ladies do
… in a bling i would be what did they do

we are what we are, sick and frostic
everybody bosses and … nauseous
be cautious, we are trip and … in this, raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit

been … nothing is something lighting the boys
sitting on big rims … like they be taking some roys
you scared partner like you look kinda annoyed
like i'm about to put hands on you like pretty boy floyd
i got them sick may somebody call a specialist
tell these haters fall back and get up on that extra shit
who want what with us, you gonna be the next who gets
ask about your … naked shit
quit acting like what it is easy is gonna be
you got no saying the situation is on me
they know me real, for third war to zone 3
or we gonna take this … from long island to long beach
2,3 ...on the horizon so when they're sunshining on us the shit don't be so surprising
you know we ...on you...so player you gonna be 6 feet under
while i'm 300 feet and rising, bitch

we are what we are, sick and frostic
everybody bosses and … nauseous
be cautious, we are trip and … in this, raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit
this damn raw shit got us kinda nasty,
ain't begging … passing out and be like raw shit.

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Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour

Man, hold up, back up, give us some space
I think I just found the baddest … in the place
Damn, baby girl … with it, and when she moving man she breaking every rule with it
And me, I’m cool with it cause that’s exactly how I see it
And how she needs to do it and how we need to g it
I’m the only player in here you really need to be with
Now go ahead and pop it … p.i.m.p. shit
I know a profession no one … of me
You got my nature rising girl, look what you have done to me

Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
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She working out lately, my old lady got a new body
Got my Jimmy popping willies like a Ducati
She remind me … empire …
Good Lord…true guns
No make-up, she don’t care about Channel, Jimmy Chiu, Gucci, Prada or …
She could spot a hater even with the shades on
Beyonce Big … her theme song
…smart too, cause I gotta be eagle on me
And show the badge she thinks the desert eagle on me
And yes sir, it’s her don’t lose a … I got they key to baby’s box when it needs lock
She calls ice box where our used to be, … chevy mamma … used to me
I tell her this is what you do for me
See, where my bottom baby used to be

Let mamma so cold, she’s so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour

… at the ball playing lost in the sound
When I know we can go from where kick it all around
Got a … with a villa, on the coast out in …
We can sip some liquor while we’re smoking …
… got me … just to get a bone, maybe …
… just that made me real sorry
Sexy little bad … we can come … stay up on a hustle, got a … full of diamonds
Walking out the city making rain harder than the dudes all black and … sitting up big 22

Now she’s baddest little thing that I’ve ever seen
Slim waist with a face … magazine
Mamma got the kind of ball got the beauty queen in the movie scene, you know what I mean
And my mind is the only thing she blows all around up and down she goes
… the edge… down to the flow, yeah, she knows, she’s a killer, killer
That girl is a winner, so cold make the hardest … shiver, shiver
… fast cars, pretty women, I’m speeding in her

Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour

What Up : Pimp C Ft. Drake & Bun B

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[Drake]
High rollers whats up
Drink Houston whats up
Onyx what's up
you does it baby you does it baby
harlem nights what's up
treasures what's up
legends what's up
just love me baby just love me baby
yeeeeeah
to all my Houston Texas country muffins
baby let me hit that liquor and that blunt you puffin
and after that I'mma throw that f-cking young money up
and we can both watch and fall like it's bungee jumping
man I'm so high, next time we wont smoke all of that ounce you buy
oooh, I almost forgot to blow them candles out
cause I don't really want to fall asleep and light this house on fire
goodnight, I'm still up, I told my girl to lay down
I see the bottle is full, I'm bout to drink it way down
what up Bun my n-gga
man you know we stay down
and I'm an honoray resident in UGK town
I'm on my way
yeah Im on my way
I never give a f-ck about what any n-gga say
the music all slow and the b-tches all pretty
me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing

[Drake Chorus]
what up, what up
H Town in this b-tch
what up, what up
me and Pimp about to do it for the city
what up, what up
what up, what up

[Pimp C]
Money by the Ton
Bricks from Crumbs
millionnaire from nothing
mind on hustlin
p-ssy's a commodity but d-ck sell better
em dickies and high shoes to a cashmere sweater
paint that got wetter than it was in 94
the drink that got thicker and the dirt weed rolled
96 Impala with the stick on the floor
Now its Bentely Four Doors with Patron on the Doors
light wood n-gga Polo f-ck Hilfiger
Jammin Slim Thug, Belly fully of drugs
young hard n-gga, underdog n-gga
Yellow Lights on the Masa (maserati)
yellow diamonds on my finger
playing in the car
my d-ck wanna f-ck but my pockets say stop
I need some more dough I'ma PIMP for sure

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
Well its the Trill OG
I got the neighbourhood soul
kush is dead Im getting blowed
riding bangin getting throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in front of it
belts on the back of it, my homie shoes running it
and shorty on the side of me is straight up off the king cover
don't care what anybody say long as the King love her
wish I could tell her that I dont but it would kill her
I just keep on gripping grains dripping stains
being trilla aint another brother realer
blowing thousand dollar killer
with the Filipino flow that I just got it from Manila
bout to snow up in my city
so let me put on my chincilla
in the 'rari doing donuts like my name was J Dilla
all about the skrilla so just point me to the dealer
keep the work up in the attic and the money in the cellar
your girl up in the second automatics for the fella's
you see us in the back than all you gotta do is tell us

[Chorus]

It's Been A Pleasure : Bun B Ft. Drake
Bun B's full version of his song included in his upcoming album to be released this August 2010. It also features Drake which sings the chorus and also has a dope verse at 5 minutes of the track. Man, it's a 7 minute song!

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Emotions in this game runnin' deep
So before these haters kill me in my sleep
I like to say it's been a pleasure
Rappin' to my last second through
Down a lot of sh-t they'll never get to do
I like to say it's been a pleasure
Honor to be somebody to mention
But before these n-ggas stop payin' attention
I just say it's been a pleasure
You never be somebody they need
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed
So tonight we'll gon' do it like this

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Right Now : Bun B
Off Bun B's Trill O.G. album releasing this 3rd of August. The song features a verse from the legend ghetto 2Pac and also from rapper Pimp C. It also has Trey Songz which just released a video for Step Up 3D.

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Baby you know, that I know win it to get right
I'mma call and you comin' through at the midnight
So you ready take a sweat and speed up and slow down
If you want it, get up on it
It's 'bout to go down right now

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