[DJ Clue talking]
Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
he is living Street Dreams ya'll...
Fabolous - Street Dreams Album Lyrics
Fabolous - Street Dreams Lyrics
Writer: ANTONIO JESUS CABRERA GUTIERREZ, JAIME GANDIA QUESADA, JOSE MARIN TORRES, JUAN CARLOS GOMEZ PARRILLA
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC , Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC , Universal Music Publishing Group
Not Give a Fuck
What what what what what
Right, right ghetto
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
Y'all hustlers can't eat fit meals,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma',
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under the doo-rag thick three sixty,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,
I said Okay!
[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a f*ck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a f*ck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a f*ck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a f*ck
D-d-d-d-dammit man,
I'm in a throwback so old,
It'll make your grandma glance,
And everybody know, everybody go,
So please, call the stretch ambulance,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
When I pull up like the pamper brand,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a madame from France,
With a ass so big,
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants,
Who else be in New York,
With Miami tans,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
I'm sure this hammer can,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
F-A-B, you preferably,
Don't wanna F wit me,
Please believe it,
I'm definitely, as responsible,
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be,
Believe it please
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed,
Y'all playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Not one of the Jesus's got lemon gems?
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
I prove letting loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Half my roots is Dominican,
Faboloso mi gusto Le bengamins,
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him,
Turn to stones like Medusa got a glimpse of them,
But right now you can lie and gossip too,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
And right now you can try to prosecute,
But later in you goin' die in the hospital
[Chorus]
Right, right ghetto
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon,
But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on,
Y'all hustlers can't eat fit meals,
And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan,
Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on,
Somethin's turnin' his momma on,
I love to see rumps in Farragama thongs
Bet it look plump when you got pajama's on,
Jump in, let's hit the Bahama's ma',
And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song,
Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump,"
I'm particularly picky,
When it comes to licky licky,
Have 'em slidin' off them Vickie's quickly,
Under the doo-rag thick three sixty,
It's the hypno and sticky icky,
I said Okay!
[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a f*ck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a f*ck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a f*ck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a f*ck
D-d-d-d-dammit man,
I'm in a throwback so old,
It'll make your grandma glance,
And everybody know, everybody go,
So please, call the stretch ambulance,
These dudes don't stand a chance,
When I pull up like the pamper brand,
Those in the Lambo slants,
With a madame from France,
With a ass so big,
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants,
Who else be in New York,
With Miami tans,
Got everybody doin' the street family dance,
I'm sure this hammer can,
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man,
F-A-B, you preferably,
Don't wanna F wit me,
Please believe it,
I'm definitely, as responsible,
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be,
Believe it please
[Chorus]
I'm introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed,
Y'all playa's get used to the scrimagin'
Not one of the Jesus's got lemon gems?
Y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine,
I prove letting loose but the semi can boost my adrenaline,
You never had no use with that lem again,
Half my roots is Dominican,
Faboloso mi gusto Le bengamins,
This dude got the juice of a pimp in him,
Turn to stones like Medusa got a glimpse of them,
But right now you can lie and gossip too,
And later be the guy the dude spoke to,
And right now you can try to prosecute,
But later in you goin' die in the hospital
[Chorus]
Writer: JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, RICARDO THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Damn
uh, it's the d-d-d-d d-d-d-d d-d-d-d-d-d-damn ha-ha yea
[Chorus]
Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like
Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like
Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,
'Cause he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool
yourself if you try to deny him
I'm nothin like them other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
'Cause I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta
Mami you'll be in saint tropez
Ridin jet skis and mopeds
Powderin like dope heads
Paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez(BIATCH!!!)
(Ha-ha)lets roast some spinach
find a club and just post up in it
what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes
(ha-ha)I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
with white vanilla studs
'Cause if they witnessed how I'm killin em out here these just might go tell the judge
(I rest my case)
[Chorus]
you could be prancin through ghettos
in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos
all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
who's as handsome as ghetto
this mans earings look transparent
and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents
I want the type of money athletes consume
I have to assume
I'm no fool,but I'm so cool,when i walk in feels like there's a draft in the room
(oooh)I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast
call me a nurse fast
shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class
(Relax)
[Chorus]
They ask for it
so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
and you gotta catch it on tape 'cause when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins
and you'll get sea sick,'cause my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
(cowabunga)ya low ridin denims
look like midgets is hidin in em
they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em
the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me
and um I'm not braggin,but just imagine that you could even f*ck with a nigga like me
(BIATCH!!!)
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Damn-it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like
Damn-it's the wife beater wish you were in the droptop cruisin hoes like
Damn-I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit i would try and claim him,
'Cause he's so fly and i'm so fly and you'll fool
yourself if you try to deny him
I'm nothin like them other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
'Cause I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin like a nutta butta dutta dutta
Mami you'll be in saint tropez
Ridin jet skis and mopeds
Powderin like dope heads
Paparazzi snappin pictures they must thin you J.Lopez(BIATCH!!!)
(Ha-ha)lets roast some spinach
find a club and just post up in it
what you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes
(ha-ha)I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
with white vanilla studs
'Cause if they witnessed how I'm killin em out here these just might go tell the judge
(I rest my case)
[Chorus]
you could be prancin through ghettos
in a pair of fendi's or pants and stillettos
all you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
who's as handsome as ghetto
this mans earings look transparent
and my mtchell and s throwbacks be so old they could be somebodys grandparents
I want the type of money athletes consume
I have to assume
I'm no fool,but I'm so cool,when i walk in feels like there's a draft in the room
(oooh)I'm so sick i drive em reverse fast
call me a nurse fast
shorty just lay back in the made back it'll make you feel like you sittin in first class
(Relax)
[Chorus]
They ask for it
so i put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
and you gotta catch it on tape 'cause when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
i'm sippin liquor the color of smurf's skin as long as the earth spins
and you'll get sea sick,'cause my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
(cowabunga)ya low ridin denims
look like midgets is hidin in em
they say I like it from the front I like it from the front but oly when the kid is slidin in em
the biggest dikes be switchin for dudes with figures like me
and um I'm not braggin,but just imagine that you could even f*ck with a nigga like me
(BIATCH!!!)
[Chorus]
Writer: ANTHONY CALDWELL, MARVIN SELMON, RICARDO THOMAS, THOMAS JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Call Me
Ha ha ha ha ha
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)
Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young'n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn't come up to breath (shit)
I usually don't get to rag um (uh)
But it's so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I'm walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- "I love the video that you and P. Daddy in" (yeah right)
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I'm giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I'm like dirt when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)
Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that)
Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the f*ck)
I don't even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn't care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that's on you, that's on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I'm looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don't turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming "fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance"
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
See ma, I think you took it
I think you took it wrong like
You got it misunderstood or something
You got it confused
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma, we been thru that)
Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your tongue at me knowing how quick that this young'n be
To pull out his dick from his dungarees
Besides, we had enough liquor and jumatries
That both of us woulda got sick or had lung disease
I remember every gesture made (ooh)
During the escapade (ooh)
In the back of the Escalade (whoa)
When it come to tricks, I have some up my sleeve (uh huh)
But Shorty dived in head first and didn't come up to breath (shit)
I usually don't get to rag um (uh)
But it's so real, I made the caddy chauffer hop out and get the magnums (uhhhh)
We getting close the Park of Meridian (uh huh)
She pulling her skirt down (uh huh)
And tucking her titties in (uh huh)
I'm walking this biddy in (uh huh)
Caressing her pretty skin
She say- "I love the video that you and P. Daddy in" (yeah right)
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, Ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
This girl hobby was to slob me down (uh)
Got me walking wobbling thru the lobby lounge (ohh)
In the pent house blasting Mob Deep and some Bobby Brown (uh huh)
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah)
If theres one thing I'm giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh)
She screaming like she just won the lottery jack pot (ahhh) (uh)
At the same time she jerking and wiggling (uh huh)
Smirking and giggling (ha ha ha)
Cuz I'm like dirt when I'm digging in (uh)
The way she working and fingering
She must have be a gymnast
Cuz the positions wasn't hurting her ligaments
Ma I know you got centerfold measurement features (uh huh)
But after I nut, it was a pleasure to meet ya (uh huh)
Get ya under and outta where (uh)
You aint gotta go home but you gotta get outta here
So write your number on this paper (uh)
I might wanna scrape ya (uh)
Next year when I go on TOUR (uh)
Still thinking about the one night we just spent together
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I can't do that once I done blew that)
Now I aint seen Shorty since the spot last summer
And she still calling and paging (what the f*ck)
I don't even know how she got my numbers (damn)
But I been hiding (uh huh)
Cuz, this girl looking for the kid like Bush was searching for Bin Laden (damn)
Before I didn't care if she where I be (ut uh)
But now I mean it be scaring me (uh huh)
To get yearly therapy (uh huh)
She said her heart broken; it caused her to start smoking (uhhh)
And I was in deep thinking, making her keep drinking (uhhh)
Since Hiedy started stalking me (uh huh)
I hadda get body guards to walk with me (yeah)
If you wanna get Fabolous, that's on you, that's on you (okay)
Long as you know where they at on you (I said okay)
I'm looking at her was and reactions (uh)
Hoping that this don't turn into a fatal attraction (ut uh)
She screaming "fabolous give me one more chance; fabolous give me one more chance"
I'm thinking about the one night we just spent together
(I mean, when was this ma?)
That I'd cherish the love I thought would last forever
(I never said that, I never said forever)
Call me (Na, I don't do this. You already knew this, ma we been thru this)
Call me (Na, I cant do that once I done blew that. Ma we been thru that)
Writer: SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN OLIVIER, J JACKSON, D MYERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Cant Let You Go
[ Featuring Lil' Mo, Mike Shorey ]
Uh, uh, uh
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put to on a show to get ovations
Take it to court and go through litigation's
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put some' on your neck to thank ya
She's my pinch hitter
When the starting lineup ain't playing right
I come off the bench with her
It might sound like I'm gassing ya
But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creeping and sneaking
Just to keep it from leaking
We so deep in our freaking
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey
A little bit uptight
Wondering why I coming home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright, if y'all bump heads it'll be a fight
But I said it'll be alright
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
You're the one I want in my life (want in my life)
I already got a wife (got a wife)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
You ain't ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So I made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, I'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gon' play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But I know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So I cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly ring
Plus you ain't too shy to do them freaky things
I ain't gotta put a band on your finger
Or worry about you telling the whole world I'm your man while I spring her
At first you were something I denied
Something I would slide
Just do something in the ride
But shorty
There's something you provide
'Cause the entree ain't as good without something on the side, you know?
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
You're the one I want in my life (want in my life)
I already got a wife (got a wife)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
Uh
Uh oh, I might be leaving the earth soon
My girl gon' kill me if she smell the scent of your perfume
It's gon' be a clip tossed if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She won't care if I'm a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty Magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low, call the car celly
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R. Kelly
You know I care for you (care for you)
And anytime this chick is there for you (there for you)
These feelings I'ma share with you
Which makes it a little more clear for you
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
You're the one I want in my life (want in my life)
I already got a wife (got a wife)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
Really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
You're the one I want in my life (want in my life)
I already got a wife (got a wife)
I can't leave you alone (no)
And I know I'm living wrong
But I can't let you go
Writer: John Jackson, Cynthia Loving, Justin Gregory Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Bad Bitch
[Fabolous]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
[Verse]
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done
It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to G
But you know "Young'n" would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other
Wow! it's a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley
I hope this ain't tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs
[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
[Verse]
I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome
I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them
I ain't with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?)
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon' get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me Two Time Johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's
This brother done had 'em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam
I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES!
It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too
[Chorus]
[Verse]
At the most it'll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I don't care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I ain't know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww)
[Chorus]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
[Verse]
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
It's 151's prone, that have you and hun's stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know y'all parents wouldn't con-done
It's you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to G
But you know "Young'n" would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other
Wow! it's a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can prob'ly Pollie, both of these Bobby Darlies
That take off their Rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on Harley's
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin' Marley
I hope this ain't tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of y'all look in thongs
[Chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
[Verse]
I'm willing to geese 'em if they feeling a threesome
I'm pulling up in the GT before the dealers release them
I ain't with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most Menage à Trois and lama taje (?)
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon' get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me Two Time Johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mami's
This brother done had 'em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from Adam
I'm always this humble boo, HELL YES!
It's cool for your girlfriend to come through too
[Chorus]
[Verse]
At the most it'll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, it's a studio in Fab crib
One of y'all can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make Doublemint commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I don't care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that I'm poking her while I'm fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I ain't know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
Like F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S (oww)
[Chorus]
Writer: OBIE TRICE, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Why Wouldnt I
[ Featuring Paul Cain ]
[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)
Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?
(Why wouldn't they Fab?)
Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh
[Fabolous]
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
[Paul Cain]
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides
[Fabolous]
Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper
We do the damn thing, who could they tell us not ta
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I what?
[Paul Cain]
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow is all (ok)
Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair, are clear and cut, right?
Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)
With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain that's minimal (yeah)
Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
[Fabolous]
Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)
And academic sample velours (uh huh)
Hypnotic samples the poor (woo)
The European sample is all (yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?
Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?
(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)
Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?
[Fabolous]
After a million scanned on it (yeah)
Why wouldn't the Range look like it got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause i got the same mike's that Jordan had on the "Space Jam"
[Paul Cain]
Why wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves, like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement
[Fabolous]
Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)
Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause I'm killin' 'em out there, and a stick shift sport utility Porsche
[Paul Cain]
Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off
Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior
(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll
Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados
[Fabolous]
Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes
Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes
[Chorus x2]
Writer: JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, PAUL CAIN, S. BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Up On Things
[ Featuring Snoop Dogg ]
[Intro: Fabolous]
Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast "g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin'
You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin'
You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin'
But I f*ck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I'm a rider..
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown
I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns
Busta's freeze up when my "v" slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Fabolous)]
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain't up on things
(Don't come close to me
Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)
[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a f*ck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a f*ck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west
[Hook: Fabolous]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a f*ck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a f*ck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
Uh..
Writer: CALVIN BROADUS, ERNESTO SHAW, JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, KEN IFILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sickalicious
[ Featuring Missy Elliott ]
[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that f*cka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
[Missy Elliott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "F*ck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)
[Missy Elliott]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
[Chorus]
Writer: Walter Carl Becker, Donald Jay Fagen, Chad James Elliott, Melissa A. Elliott, John David Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
This Is My Party
[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo [x3]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [x2]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [x2]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Ain't no tellin' what this hypno will do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?
[Verse: Fabolous]
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Chorus 2: Fabolous x2]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse: Fabolous]
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "no" but yuor eyes say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
[Chorus 2]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Fabolous to fade]
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo [x3]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [x2]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [x2]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Ain't no tellin' what this hypno will do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"
Say "sure" and be me
[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?
[Verse: Fabolous]
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains
She started talking 'bout she ready to be made a slave, c'mon
[Chorus 2: Fabolous x2]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high as you want to
And if it feels good scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
[Verse: Fabolous]
I don't know about y'all
But we doin' it over here
All the glasses got liquid that brewin' it over here
Cigars got somethin' sticky that's glueing it over here
Ladies movin' it over there, movin' it over here
I can fit a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP access
Me I relax this (easy)
Cause I'm used to ballin'
You could tell that these guys need practice
But if it was a problem then I would confront you
You saying "no" but yuor eyes say "you want to"
But a pitcher that probably slugs, pitches and talk a put
I ride wit the top down and switch to the top-up look
Would you believe most these bitches go bop up shook
Their asses pokin' out like them pictures in pop up books
[Chorus 2]
[Verse: Fabolous]
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers knockin' off them bricks as well
And everybody, up north that's sick in jail
I probably feel y'all, send you all of the flicks in mail
The Street Family speed off six SL's
To all them chicks at Yale "hey-hey-hey-hey yo"
Shake your glasses back and forth to mix it well
Shake your ass back and forth as quick as hell
And just from lookin' at them thighs from the front view
Girl I know that these guys say they want you
If I wake up in the same clothes from yesterday
Same hoes from yesterday
Lightin' clips to the same dro' from yesterday
Her hang-overs yesterday
You ain't mistaken we in Benz's today
But we had them Range Rovers yesterday
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Fabolous to fade]
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Hey-hey-hey yo...
Writer: JOHN R GLUCK, WALLY GOLD, S. GOTTLIEB, TAIWAN GREEN, JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, HERB WIENER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Into You
[ Featuring Ashanti ]
Babygirl (I'll really like)
Desert Storm (yeah)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin to you now
And I aint jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
Come on ma
It's more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it
My friends be thinking I'm slipping
These girls be thinking I'm tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was cripping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don't worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How'd u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I don't wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a stake
Remind me of the strips to Ruth chris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary's and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda #'s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
That's why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there's no way you can feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, yeah
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
Ohhhh, no no no no nooooo
Ooooohhhh no no
So many
Writer: Lionel Richie, Ronald Laprade, Tamia Washington, Bob Robinson, Tim Kelley, David Shaw, Ken Ifill
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Change You Or Change Me
You know what?
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some people change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know?
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cause I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I ain't givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a f*ck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
[Chorus:]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't f*ck with me, then I don't f*ck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Verse 2]
Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth
To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth
I'm speakin' the known truth
I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof
Why would I feel like I'm a stranger?
And why should I feel like I'm in danger?
And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right
Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites
I ain't blind from the limelite,
I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right
People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful
But f*ck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed
Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed
Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler
One million customers, and I still bust at ya
[Chorus]
Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few ?? and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd
How could my head be in the clouds?
It's strange, what the fame'll do
But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you
[Chorus]
I'm the same nigga man
Same nigga, that ridin' with you
Niggas that's f*ckin' with you
I'm still f*ckin' with you niggas
The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like
Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy
Don't let this game change you nigga...
Everybody goes through some changes in life
Some people change for the better, some poeple change for the worse
But umm, some people need to make that change
You know what I mean? Change is good sometimes. You know?
Why would I change? I ain't never slide down a bad pole
Even though I'm certified over plat's sold
They say I'm different 'cause I ride in a plat. Rolls
But every time, we gotta ride don't this cat roll?
I never snitch, and go and hide in a rat hole
And I ain't givin' you nothing besides what this gat hold
No pride, I ain't that old
Cut off a few, but kept a few girls I decide like I'm ??
It probably don't seem like a struggle
But I used to dream that this thug'll balance beams just to smuggle
It's funny same girls that didn't seem like they'd love you
Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you
It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you
Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin' to mug you
And people that didn't give a f*ck, is dreamin' to bug you
And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed?
[Chorus:]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change you
If you've been real with me, I'm still real with you
If you got love for me, I still got love for you
If you down for me, then I'm still down for you
If you don't f*ck with me, then I don't f*ck with you
If you ain't cool with me, then I ain't cool with you
If you won't ride with me, then I won't ride for you
This game ain't change me, don't let it change you
[Verse 2]
Why would I change? I didn't step out of Superman's phone booth
To remind where I'm from, I look at my own tooth
I'm speakin' the known truth
I ain't been living the same, since I moved under Silvia Rone's roof
Why would I feel like I'm a stranger?
And why should I feel like I'm in danger?
And I'm grindin' 'till I'm right
Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites
I ain't blind from the limelite,
I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right
People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful
But f*ck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
I'm playin, the game, like I'm, supposed
Stayin, the same, like I'm, supposed
Ghetto Fab in da house, hip hop hustler
One million customers, and I still bust at ya
[Chorus]
Why would I change when I get green like the Incredible Hulk?
I've chilled with the richest people to the ghettoest folks
Known a few ?? and met a few locs
Made a few comments, and said a few jokes
But it's gettin' me sick, someone prescribe me some medicine
Before the fame, the vibe was way better then
Some have even became rivals instead of friends
Only two become liable for settlements
I grew up watchin the
Now they hate to see a nigga drivin' the better Benz
That's why the clubs be, deprivin' to let us in
They know the family bring knives and barettas in
I'm thankful for being allowed, fans for being the crowd
How could my head be in the clouds?
It's strange, what the fame'll do
But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you
[Chorus]
I'm the same nigga man
Same nigga, that ridin' with you
Niggas that's f*ckin' with you
I'm still f*ckin' with you niggas
The same nigga, these hoe's ain't like
Now they on my dick right? Haha... shit is crazy
Don't let this game change you nigga...
Writer: JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, S. BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Respect
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherf*ckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You f*ckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin him die slow
you need full clips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cuz theses motherf*ckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
but they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
till there's a murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?
[Chorus]
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you brother
then the newspapers put you all over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
f*ck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a f*ck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the f*cker run into me
I dunno, what the f*ck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
[Chorus]
Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But f*ck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You f*ckin with the wrong one brotha
I'm telling ya
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
and watchin him die slow
you need full clips to push up in the joint
when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
cuz theses motherf*ckaz will push him to the point
that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
but they'll box you in the corner
and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
till there's a murial on your block and some candles
who wanna die?
[Chorus]
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherf*ckin clown
cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
ima have more bury than that guy stephon
first they put that white seed over you brother
then the newspapers put you all over the cover
then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
when you pull the marijuana
ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
but I'm loosin my patience
f*ck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
now it's easy for me to understand
how you could just kill a man
[Chorus]
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got the juice like bishop had wit him
That just don't give a f*ck, semi
Like ol' dog had wit him
I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
I hope god bless him before the f*cker run into me
I dunno, what the f*ck has got into me
But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
I'm just tryin to live my life
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
[Chorus]
Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I didn't want it to come to the right
But f*ck it..
Niggaz will push you to that point man
Niggaz will play with you so much man
Aggravate you so much man
That you wanna kill a nigga man
Yea
Writer: JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, LABAN REEVES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Forgive Me Father
[Fabolous]
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
Maybe cause I'm eating And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leaning on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they putting Vaseline on they hubs
I'm looking for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm moving so much cash and cream in the club
And don't pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly niggag that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm popping a tab and pulling a sticker
Everyday I'm switching the tags and pulling up sicker
Every "K" I'm loading the mags with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitating homie I'm pulling it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Poking out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Chorus]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Getting stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm begging ya
I got the Gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearing the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
Of the Cris
And while you at probation filling a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
[Chorus]
That's right I'll do it again nigga (yea)
I'm a motherf*cking ghetto superstar nigga
Desert Storm Street Family we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this f*cking money man
It's a lot of f*cking money over here (yea)
I don't know what the f*ck you doing (yea)
Yea
There's a lot of money over here
Ha Ha
That's word to Brooklyn
I'm back I don't know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
Maybe cause I'm eating And these bastards fiend for my grub
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leaning on dubs
And they can't afford chrome so they putting Vaseline on they hubs
I'm looking for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
These niggas hate I'm moving so much cash and cream in the club
And don't pass my green on my bub
But I'm a fly niggag that don't do much to pull her and dick her
Everyday I'm popping a tab and pulling a sticker
Everyday I'm switching the tags and pulling up sicker
Every "K" I'm loading the mags with bullets to flicker
And I ain't hesitating homie I'm pulling it quicker
So you can act tough After a few pulls on some liquor
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I'm in
And look at all the places that I've been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I'm in
I look at all the bullshit that there's been
And if I had another chance I'd do it again
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Poking out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The info put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
That's why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
At the same time our artist get to open Summer Jam
Hope you understand or use better sense
These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Chorus]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier
When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire
Getting stressed by these hotties is regular
I got a magazine to press to your body like editors
Test me somebody I'm begging ya
I got the Gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator
I'm a hustler I don't sling no rocks to the fiends now
Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock front teef
I'm the nigga tearing the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
Of the Cris
And while you at probation filling a small cup full of piss
I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)
[Chorus]
That's right I'll do it again nigga (yea)
I'm a motherf*cking ghetto superstar nigga
Desert Storm Street Family we here (yea)
Young G's Salute (yea)
Get this f*cking money man
It's a lot of f*cking money over here (yea)
I don't know what the f*ck you doing (yea)
Writer: JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, L. GAYE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Never Duplicated
Uh, yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated, yeah
Yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated
[Verse 1]
I can't deny it, you's a dick rider
You can never flow like me, blow like me
Why would a bitch like ya?
She can see that I'm a f*ckin rider, you a hitch hiker
I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya
Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya
I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures
Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya
Excuse you, who's you?
If I need a stunt double I'll use you
Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes
Seperate the authentic from the replica flows
And the kid be places you could never be at
So that can never be this, and this can never be that
These niggaz got some audacity
Sell some records as fast as me
Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
Motherf*cker
[Chorus x2]
Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)
So all that y'all can do is hate it
[Verse 2]
None of these wannabes really come close
I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
Everybody know this brother got it
Way before everybody and their mother got it
They still wonder how he sound like he do
If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too
'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right
But they not me
They hear how I spit it on a station
Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation
No, I can't make an appearance
Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
I'm what your label hoped it could be
That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real
Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill
[Chorus x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
[Verse 3]
I'm real
It's the way I talk, the way I walk
It ain't my fault
I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me
'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
Like I'm scared to drop at the same time
I'll show you how to do this young'n
I ain't frontin'
These Jordan's ain't comin'
It ain't nothin'
Keep the complaints comin'
Can't hop on my bandwagon
Jump in my blue flames
You should not try, you are not I
It's the dude with the Grammy grin
It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin
So won't the real Fabolous please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up
[Chorus x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
But I am never duplicated, yeah
Yes I am often imitated
But I am never duplicated
[Verse 1]
I can't deny it, you's a dick rider
You can never flow like me, blow like me
Why would a bitch like ya?
She can see that I'm a f*ckin rider, you a hitch hiker
I'm walkin in some shoes, they can't make fit ya
Got millions of paper that you can't take with ya
I don't wanna talk and I can't take pictures
Listen to your demo, I'll handshake with ya
Excuse you, who's you?
If I need a stunt double I'll use you
Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes
Seperate the authentic from the replica flows
And the kid be places you could never be at
So that can never be this, and this can never be that
These niggaz got some audacity
Sell some records as fast as me
Or sell some tickets out as fast as me
Motherf*cker
[Chorus x2]
Yes I am often imitated (yes he is often imitated)
But I am never duplicated (but he is never duplicated)
So all that y'all can do is hate it
[Verse 2]
None of these wannabes really come close
I feel like I'm watchin the MTV show Christina Milian hosts
Everybody know this brother got it
Way before everybody and their mother got it
They still wonder how he sound like he do
If I was you, I'd wanna sound like me too
'Cause I got M's, they got G's and they all right
But they not me
They hear how I spit it on a station
Now they wanna put me on they singles just to get an imitation
No, I can't make an appearance
Give you a cheap fee or break on a clearance
I'm what your label hoped it could be
That's why they trying to mould your little ass, into a sculpture of me
With the ladies it'll be like leader, she like real
Y'all trying to be like me and be like ill
[Chorus x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
[Verse 3]
I'm real
It's the way I talk, the way I walk
It ain't my fault
I won't let nothin' on two legs stop me
'Cause the real is always better than the bootleg copy
Like I ain't show 'em the white and yellows at the same time
Throw backs and pin wheels at the same time
Like I'm scared to drop at the same time
I'll show you how to do this young'n
I ain't frontin'
These Jordan's ain't comin'
It ain't nothin'
Keep the complaints comin'
Can't hop on my bandwagon
Jump in my blue flames
You should not try, you are not I
It's the dude with the Grammy grin
It's no relation if it ain't a street family kin
So won't the real Fabolous please stand up
Please stand up
Please stand up
[Chorus x2]
So all that y'all can do is hate it
Writer: GERARD HARMON, JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, KEITH WILKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Life
[ Featuring Mary J. Blige ]
[Mary J. Blige]
[harmonizing]
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you
[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be down
And I'm chillin' where them little houses on the prairie be now
Although there was a time I would barely see fowls
But I'm gettin' a multi-million dollar yearly fee now
Girls, don't even know me, want to marry me now
Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now
That's why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now
And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds
I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now
Rather than friends, it's pallbearers that carry me round
Everybody staring unnecessarily now
But there's no tints on my lights, so you can clearly see now
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today your dream come true
You need me and I need you
Lovin' us is very special
Lovin' life and life and livin'
Your very special
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Ya'll can never be built like me, even if ya'll look at my blueprint
But since ya'll watches look like its movement
I'll show you how video games look on the new Sprint
Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent
100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint
Even our Air Forces lookin' to new tints
I stay away from anythin' that look like a nuisance
But ya'll gotta peep this rookie's improvement
I tip it with you and
Cause most dudes was doin' verses for a few dollars and a hook for a few cents
All I do is try to teach and look to influence
But it look like the students are playin' hooky, and truin'
And some say that we lookin' like new gents
But money talks, and it don't look like ya'll fluent
And ya'll done seen how this young'n look in the new pints
But it's my life and you can't look in the new tints
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Uh, If I could say so myself, I came a long way
Even though I feel like the same old John J.
Nothin' change, when I aim, I'm gonna spray
When I eat, I order the same old entree
When I ride, I let the same old songs play
And when I work, I do the same old long days
From bein' Fab, to looked at by dames the wrong way
They know where we came, from the name they call me
I already know what these lames is gonna say
And I already seen what games they gonna play
F*ck with family, don't say the name the wrong way
And when you die, ya'll crackers gonna blame it on strays
[Mary J. Blige]
Cause love is life, and life is livin'
Your very special
[harmonizing]
[Chorus: w/ variations]
[harmonizing]
Me and Fab are very special
[harmonizing]
Me and Fab are very special
Writer: BOLDEN, FERGUSON, GRIFFIN, RIDEL, SANDSTROM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Street Dreams is the second studio album by American rapper Fabolous. It was released on March 4, 2003, by Desert Storm Records and Elektra Records. Fabolous worked with a variety of producers on the album, including DJ Clue, Heavy D, Just Blaze, Rick Rock, Timbaland, Trackmasters, and Kanye West. Guest vocalists on Street Dreams include Lil' Mo, Mike Shorey, Paul Cain, Snoop Dogg, Missy Elliott, Ashanti, and Mary J. Blige as well as Styles P, Jadakiss, M.O.P., P. Diddy, and Jagged Edge.
The album was received moderately from a critical standpoint and was a commercial success. It reached number three on the US Billboard 200, with 185,000 copies sold in its first week.
Street Dreams had four charting singles. Produced by Just Blaze and guest vocals from Lil' Mo and Mike Shorey, "Can't Let You Go" reached number one on the Rhythmic Top 40, and number four on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart. "Into You" with the help of Ashanti/Tamia also reached number four on the Billboard Hot 100. The remix of "Trade It All", which featured P. Diddy and Jagged Edge reached number 20 on the chart.
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FabolousThe album was received moderately from a critical standpoint and was a commercial success. It reached number three on the US Billboard 200, with 185,000 copies sold in its first week.
Street Dreams had four charting singles. Produced by Just Blaze and guest vocals from Lil' Mo and Mike Shorey, "Can't Let You Go" reached number one on the Rhythmic Top 40, and number four on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart. "Into You" with the help of Ashanti/Tamia also reached number four on the Billboard Hot 100. The remix of "Trade It All", which featured P. Diddy and Jagged Edge reached number 20 on the chart.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 79:42
Released: March 4th, 2003
Year: 2003