Alright Alright Alright
Fire um up!
We go live in 5!
Its time for ignition and straight up automobile pimpin'
2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack Album Lyrics
2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack Lyrics
- John Singleton - Start
- Ludacris - Act A Fool
- Trick Daddy - Represent
- I-20 - Slum
- Ludacris - Pick Up The Phone
- 8 Ball - Hands In The Air
- Chingy - Gettin It
- Shawnna - Block Reincarnated
- Joe Budden - Pump It Up
- Dead Prez - Hell Yeah
- Jin - Peel Off
- Fat Joe - We Ridin
- Lil Flip - Rollin On 20s
- Dirtbag - F*ck What A Nigga Say...
- Pit Bull - Oye
- Kjon - Miami
- John Singleton - Finish
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Ludacris - Act A Fool
Drop! 2 Fast
Drop! 2 Furious
I'm too fast for y'all, man
Drop! 2 Fast
Drop! 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all, man
Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy what you gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 911, please call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody want a piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You 'bout to catch a cold, stay the f*ck from 'round me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout "what kinda shits he on?"
You'll disappear like "poof, bitch be gone"
You think twelve gon' catch me? Gimme a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, Golden Grain in the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
If you 'bout to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Let's take it to the streets 'cause I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With my pedal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so f what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a f*ckin' bird
And for the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'Cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now them girls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If anybody talk bad 'bout the dirty south
Tell what I'm gon' do? Act a fool
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy
On the off-ramp doin' 'bout a hunnid and fifty
Rollin' through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with a barbecue pit
And now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire 'cause we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and v's that's fantastic
So girls hold your weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and tear the road apart
You'll be like lil' John Q and get a change of heart
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm 'bout to blow this whole shit up to smithereens
The pot holes in the street just bent ya rims
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's sticks and stems
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a fool (woo)
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast (2)
Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a-
Drop! 2 Furious
I'm too fast for y'all, man
Drop! 2 Fast
Drop! 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all, man
Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy what you gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 911, please call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody want a piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You 'bout to catch a cold, stay the f*ck from 'round me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout "what kinda shits he on?"
You'll disappear like "poof, bitch be gone"
You think twelve gon' catch me? Gimme a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, Golden Grain in the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side, what?
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
If you 'bout to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Let's take it to the streets 'cause I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With my pedal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so f what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a f*ckin' bird
And for the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'Cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say what you gon' do? Act a fool
Now them girls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If anybody talk bad 'bout the dirty south
Tell what I'm gon' do? Act a fool
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy
On the off-ramp doin' 'bout a hunnid and fifty
Rollin' through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with a barbecue pit
And now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire 'cause we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and v's that's fantastic
So girls hold your weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and tear the road apart
You'll be like lil' John Q and get a change of heart
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm 'bout to blow this whole shit up to smithereens
The pot holes in the street just bent ya rims
Tell me what you gon' do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's sticks and stems
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies, what you gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy, what you gon' do? Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a fool (woo)
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast (2)
Act a fool
2 Fast (2 Fast)
2 Furious (2 Furious)
2 Fast
Act a-
Writer: Christopher Bridges, Keith McMasters
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trick Daddy - Represent
Uh huh..uh huh..
Don't be scared, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Who you know put Chevy's like this
Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this
Dade County gone ride..
Acorss the world we gone buy em
booty red wit the Louie top
and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop [brrrrrr errrrrr]
Murder one, I'm killin em
got everybody watchin but who gone stop me?
The vert game sowed up
Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit
T Double done switched the game
Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes
Chevy boys, we like it fast
So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas
Before you know it, be haulin ass
Bout 145 on the digital dash
Dade County, gone ride..
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Now how you do a Chevy like that?
Had the car 3 years, ain't paint the bitch yet?
Get off ya ass and get paid
If ya ain't bout money you ain't from Dade
See this strictly for the thugs
this the shit that'll get ya f*cked up
A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank
Shit if it stank we don't dance
And I don't f*ck wit the krippy green
I'm strictly stuck on the brown team
So ask dread for the hotbread
if its brown sticky send that shit my way!
Worm, tell Will to send the dust
get the ball wit no cut y'all catch me in the cut
this is strictly for the thugs..Dade County..dub rida
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims?
F*ck it, I don't care cuz I don't even see em
Dub rida, don't y'all forget it
if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it!
I got connection wit the candy store
I'm lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr!
Bet make that candy green
And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen!
You know I had to put shoes on her
so I put the 22's on her, ???
Magic City, donk back to back
haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff!
Whats a man witout a Chevrolet?
Thats like ridin in a donk
in the trunk witout funk in it
In Dade County, that shit won't get it
Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it
Homeboy whats wrong wit cha?
Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine
Now we gone race donk to donk
But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Don't be scared, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Who you know put Chevy's like this
Candy paint and the trunk full of funk like this
Dade County gone ride..
Acorss the world we gone buy em
booty red wit the Louie top
and the rims keep spinnin everytime I stop [brrrrrr errrrrr]
Murder one, I'm killin em
got everybody watchin but who gone stop me?
The vert game sowed up
Somebody tryed some mo shit bout some ole shit
T Double done switched the game
Got niggaz slowin down switchin lanes
Chevy boys, we like it fast
So I drop at the low, heavy at the gas
Before you know it, be haulin ass
Bout 145 on the digital dash
Dade County, gone ride..
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Where ever you from, represent it
Yo county, yo city
Now how you do a Chevy like that?
Had the car 3 years, ain't paint the bitch yet?
Get off ya ass and get paid
If ya ain't bout money you ain't from Dade
See this strictly for the thugs
this the shit that'll get ya f*cked up
A lil nigga wit a big ole car and a big ole bank
Shit if it stank we don't dance
And I don't f*ck wit the krippy green
I'm strictly stuck on the brown team
So ask dread for the hotbread
if its brown sticky send that shit my way!
Worm, tell Will to send the dust
get the ball wit no cut y'all catch me in the cut
this is strictly for the thugs..Dade County..dub rida
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city.. uh huh uh huh..
Question - who the boy wit the itty-bitty rims?
F*ck it, I don't care cuz I don't even see em
Dub rida, don't y'all forget it
if they got a problem wit it, tell em I said it!
I got connection wit the candy store
I'm lookin for the wetter look im payin forrrrr!
Bet make that candy green
And it better be the wetter shit they ever seeeeeeeen!
You know I had to put shoes on her
so I put the 22's on her, ???
Magic City, donk back to back
haulin ass got there in two and a halfffff!
Whats a man witout a Chevrolet?
Thats like ridin in a donk
in the trunk witout funk in it
In Dade County, that shit won't get it
Dumb nigga, you gotta put funk in it
Homeboy whats wrong wit cha?
Ridin up to a nigga wit a Power Ranger engine
Now we gone race donk to donk
But if ya lose, you got to ride in the trunk
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Don't be scared to represent it
Yo county, yo city..
Dade County, uh huh uh huh, where we from
Writer: MAURICE YOUNG, CARLOS HERNANDEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I-20 - Slum
(Tity Boi Talking)
They'll like this here
It's time to represent the slums
Know what I mean
2-0(yeah)
Tit (bitch)
Shawnna (yeah)
(Bitch)
[Verse 1]
(I -20)
2-0 get it right from the get go
Go broke f*ck around pull the kit closed
Talking shit in the dec here the clip go
Sit down smoke dro I'm a let tit flow
(Tity Boi)
This is for my nigga Bo locked in the pen
Done sold caine and even raised his kids
My folks in the holodome even know
I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is
(Shawnna)
Slow down yall why did them niggaz want some
and we a show them motherf*ckers they'll get some
I'm from the city of shitty niggaz and big girls
Til we met tit and shawnna bring them the big thugs
(I-20)
Luda Fate Tity Ho I'm the Southside
Face down ass up with her mouth wide
You know the drill slangin pills tryna get green
I'm 2-0 but got a m-16
[Chorus]
(T) Slums
(I&S) all them niggaz and them bitches with there own ends
(T) Slums
(I&S) who riding cutless and them caddies on them grown men
(T) Slums
(I&S) who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks come
(T) Slums
(I&S) You know that they'll never change unless they owe something
[Verse 2]
(Tity Boi)
I'm like this corner I gotta stay bent
I need every quarter I gotta pay rent
I see you nigga you got fans and shit
But you gotta stop shakin and get your dancin ???
(Shawnna)
She hit a motherf*cker straight up of the block serving rocks
Trying to get in my socks before the cops see
And if a nigga wanna take it to the glocks wanna shock
Quicker then a motherf*ckers wanna pop me
(I-20)
Keep it chill what you know about Scottsdale
Even late fighting pits and the glocks tale
Mack 10's church preachers even cops tell
And now he pleading over bread cuz the block fell
(Tity Boi)
When I was dead broke I didn't like postas
stuntin round me might stunt your growth
Draw down on four pound on
Pick shawnnas ass from up off the ground holmes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
(Shawnna)
I wish a mothef*cker would try to come test a bitch
In the back ty's niggaz wanna base a bitch
It's them Cadillac trucks and them lexesus
And cant none you niggaz stand next to this
(I-20)
Drug dealer legend in my own time
Nike signs happy faces and the whole nine
Pop pills pop pussy poppin crist nigga
Lil fate I double ludacris nigga
(Tity Boi)
I'm like f*ck everysingle free-throw
Even tho I might nigga wit a pink toe
The game is fast but the cash is slow
Why they wanna come to tit like he know
(Shawnna)
You go down the block in that black 6-4
Smoking that stuff in the pack that tit bought
Project niggaz with project flow
Slum ass niggaz wit them slum ass hoes
[Chorus]
They'll like this here
It's time to represent the slums
Know what I mean
2-0(yeah)
Tit (bitch)
Shawnna (yeah)
(Bitch)
[Verse 1]
(I -20)
2-0 get it right from the get go
Go broke f*ck around pull the kit closed
Talking shit in the dec here the clip go
Sit down smoke dro I'm a let tit flow
(Tity Boi)
This is for my nigga Bo locked in the pen
Done sold caine and even raised his kids
My folks in the holodome even know
I'm know where in the world bin Ladin is
(Shawnna)
Slow down yall why did them niggaz want some
and we a show them motherf*ckers they'll get some
I'm from the city of shitty niggaz and big girls
Til we met tit and shawnna bring them the big thugs
(I-20)
Luda Fate Tity Ho I'm the Southside
Face down ass up with her mouth wide
You know the drill slangin pills tryna get green
I'm 2-0 but got a m-16
[Chorus]
(T) Slums
(I&S) all them niggaz and them bitches with there own ends
(T) Slums
(I&S) who riding cutless and them caddies on them grown men
(T) Slums
(I&S) who's in the trap and make them papers till the folks come
(T) Slums
(I&S) You know that they'll never change unless they owe something
[Verse 2]
(Tity Boi)
I'm like this corner I gotta stay bent
I need every quarter I gotta pay rent
I see you nigga you got fans and shit
But you gotta stop shakin and get your dancin ???
(Shawnna)
She hit a motherf*cker straight up of the block serving rocks
Trying to get in my socks before the cops see
And if a nigga wanna take it to the glocks wanna shock
Quicker then a motherf*ckers wanna pop me
(I-20)
Keep it chill what you know about Scottsdale
Even late fighting pits and the glocks tale
Mack 10's church preachers even cops tell
And now he pleading over bread cuz the block fell
(Tity Boi)
When I was dead broke I didn't like postas
stuntin round me might stunt your growth
Draw down on four pound on
Pick shawnnas ass from up off the ground holmes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
(Shawnna)
I wish a mothef*cker would try to come test a bitch
In the back ty's niggaz wanna base a bitch
It's them Cadillac trucks and them lexesus
And cant none you niggaz stand next to this
(I-20)
Drug dealer legend in my own time
Nike signs happy faces and the whole nine
Pop pills pop pussy poppin crist nigga
Lil fate I double ludacris nigga
(Tity Boi)
I'm like f*ck everysingle free-throw
Even tho I might nigga wit a pink toe
The game is fast but the cash is slow
Why they wanna come to tit like he know
(Shawnna)
You go down the block in that black 6-4
Smoking that stuff in the pack that tit bought
Project niggaz with project flow
Slum ass niggaz wit them slum ass hoes
[Chorus]
Writer: SHONDRAE L CRAWFORD, TAHEED EPPS, RASHAWNA GUY, BOBBY SANDIMANIE, BOBBIE SANDMANIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, DUCHAMP, INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, DUCHAMP, INC
Ludacris - Pick Up The Phone
Intro:
Man we talking racecars nigga this aint no joke!
R-Kelly: Fresh out the kitchen, so dont touch it yet it's hot.
We bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen!
I suggest you c'mon! Tyrese, Luda, Kells...
(Chorus:)
When you hear the
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello,
Pick up the phone!
Hello hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, when you hear the...
Behind chorus now:
Yo wats up this is Kells im not here right now.
Leave your name and # and I'll get back with ya.
Verse 1 R-Kelly:
C'mon ahh c'mon!
Everywhere I go its another show its another party, its another hoe.
And everywhere I go its another homie, its another drink and it's another room.
And gettin that cash theres always always a tailor, always a jewler, always a hater.
When u'z a star theres never a way out,
These broke ass niggas are gon' have their hands up.
Im tiired of the drama.
Im bout to hop my ass of in my humma.
And hit the road like I was carl Rayson on a vacation, leave them all sayin...
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Yo wats up this Is kells Im not here tight now.
Leave your name and # Ill get back with ya.
Verse 2 Tyresse:
Now when you hear a beep leave a message,
only way you can catch me on the south side of town,
with them things on the ground.
Cause I'm ballin like spalding, shootin dice like pool!
Plus im up in the club for free cause I got pulled.
I never buy dringks for bitches unless this bitch my missus
Or this bitch is my mistress givin me sexual healing.
No time for love feelings dont tell me yall alone.
This here like drug dealins get your kiss out and I'm gone.
Seven Hiasian hunnies piled up in a Bentley coupe.
12 Chinese chickenheads fella what you wanna do?
Man I'm tired of all these fake nigga type dudes.
Chicks wanna rotate with these 8 figga type dudes.
I'm a fresh dude, white tee and throwback dude.
All white shoes, blue yellow, red jewlws.
Money is like steriods, look at my muscles,
And if the dance play out, its back to the hussle.
Some say the albums commin out, it aint gon' sell.
Debut at #1... Click!
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
This your baby boy Tyrese,
If you aint spreddin that seed dont even wanna see yaaa.
Ay! its Luda... Either you nuttin or you aint talkin 'bout nuttin.
Im not trying to hear. Yo this is kells...
You aint talking bout no money I aint calling you back.
Verse 3 (Tyrese?):
Unless you talkin doe, dont call my phone.
If you talkin sex, then call my phone.
If you with your man dont call my phone.
When that niggas gone, then call my phone.
Unless you got dome drink, dont call my phone.
20 chix or more, than call my phone.
When you need a favor, don't call my phone, if you got some ksst!
Then call my phone.
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Yo watsup its Tyrese.
You aint callin me bout no money get up off my phone!
Yeea, waddup its Luda. Probly lookin at the caller Id...
Dont even wanna talk to your ass!
Yo watsup the this is Kells, Im not here right now,
Leave your name and # and Ill get back with ya.
Verse 4-Ludacris:
Whooo! Now see Im just a black man livin out a black mans dream.
I went from popeyes to eatin flinstone wings
Pourin out alchahaul rollin up green, playin X-box on a hundred inch screen
Mayn its not a game these dames they not usedta.
Takin private jets, flyin to St.Lucia
And then we can sex till the break of dawn cause
I love'm tonight but don't respect them in the norning. OOhh!
I got million stashed, cause in God we trust but other people pay cash.
A man once told me no guts no glory so
I got my beam attachced to my twin glok 40s.
Now all my x-girlfriends wipe your smiles,
6 carz and 7 cribs how you like me now.
I had to turn off the ringer just to hear you moan,
But if its your man, pick up the God-Damned phone!
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Grown and sexy, Tyrese. Robkel callabo uh huh?
Yo wats up this is kells, im not here right now.
Leave your name and # and Ill get back to ya
Chorus fades...
Man we talking racecars nigga this aint no joke!
R-Kelly: Fresh out the kitchen, so dont touch it yet it's hot.
We bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen!
I suggest you c'mon! Tyrese, Luda, Kells...
(Chorus:)
When you hear the
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello,
Pick up the phone!
Hello hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, when you hear the...
Behind chorus now:
Yo wats up this is Kells im not here right now.
Leave your name and # and I'll get back with ya.
Verse 1 R-Kelly:
C'mon ahh c'mon!
Everywhere I go its another show its another party, its another hoe.
And everywhere I go its another homie, its another drink and it's another room.
And gettin that cash theres always always a tailor, always a jewler, always a hater.
When u'z a star theres never a way out,
These broke ass niggas are gon' have their hands up.
Im tiired of the drama.
Im bout to hop my ass of in my humma.
And hit the road like I was carl Rayson on a vacation, leave them all sayin...
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Yo wats up this Is kells Im not here tight now.
Leave your name and # Ill get back with ya.
Verse 2 Tyresse:
Now when you hear a beep leave a message,
only way you can catch me on the south side of town,
with them things on the ground.
Cause I'm ballin like spalding, shootin dice like pool!
Plus im up in the club for free cause I got pulled.
I never buy dringks for bitches unless this bitch my missus
Or this bitch is my mistress givin me sexual healing.
No time for love feelings dont tell me yall alone.
This here like drug dealins get your kiss out and I'm gone.
Seven Hiasian hunnies piled up in a Bentley coupe.
12 Chinese chickenheads fella what you wanna do?
Man I'm tired of all these fake nigga type dudes.
Chicks wanna rotate with these 8 figga type dudes.
I'm a fresh dude, white tee and throwback dude.
All white shoes, blue yellow, red jewlws.
Money is like steriods, look at my muscles,
And if the dance play out, its back to the hussle.
Some say the albums commin out, it aint gon' sell.
Debut at #1... Click!
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
This your baby boy Tyrese,
If you aint spreddin that seed dont even wanna see yaaa.
Ay! its Luda... Either you nuttin or you aint talkin 'bout nuttin.
Im not trying to hear. Yo this is kells...
You aint talking bout no money I aint calling you back.
Verse 3 (Tyrese?):
Unless you talkin doe, dont call my phone.
If you talkin sex, then call my phone.
If you with your man dont call my phone.
When that niggas gone, then call my phone.
Unless you got dome drink, dont call my phone.
20 chix or more, than call my phone.
When you need a favor, don't call my phone, if you got some ksst!
Then call my phone.
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Yo watsup its Tyrese.
You aint callin me bout no money get up off my phone!
Yeea, waddup its Luda. Probly lookin at the caller Id...
Dont even wanna talk to your ass!
Yo watsup the this is Kells, Im not here right now,
Leave your name and # and Ill get back with ya.
Verse 4-Ludacris:
Whooo! Now see Im just a black man livin out a black mans dream.
I went from popeyes to eatin flinstone wings
Pourin out alchahaul rollin up green, playin X-box on a hundred inch screen
Mayn its not a game these dames they not usedta.
Takin private jets, flyin to St.Lucia
And then we can sex till the break of dawn cause
I love'm tonight but don't respect them in the norning. OOhh!
I got million stashed, cause in God we trust but other people pay cash.
A man once told me no guts no glory so
I got my beam attachced to my twin glok 40s.
Now all my x-girlfriends wipe your smiles,
6 carz and 7 cribs how you like me now.
I had to turn off the ringer just to hear you moan,
But if its your man, pick up the God-Damned phone!
Chorus...
Behind Chorus:
Grown and sexy, Tyrese. Robkel callabo uh huh?
Yo wats up this is kells, im not here right now.
Leave your name and # and Ill get back to ya
Chorus fades...
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, ROBERT S KELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
8 Ball - Hands In The Air
Okay
Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green weed black glot
Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats
Niggass run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow
How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow
Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or some kinda prophecy
Sent here to set you free fresh player follow me
Into another world deep inside yo' own soul
This s*** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows
This not 'bout makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know
This here 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be if you in here wit me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Thow yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Niggas, you don't know me, why you niggas wanna be
All in my grill like you the paparazzi?
Boy, I was full a game way before this rap thang
Real 'fo the money came that's why I will never change me
Ain't nobody like even though they try to be
Niggas think they are but they ain't f*ckin' with me lyrically, yo
I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me
Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo
Choose me to be a prophet and lead my people
Murder, non-believers with lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I stay ready wit it
Come, try to test me wit it regret you ever did it
Call, who pimpin'? I got my own bat
You got the baby paper I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said
Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, yeah
We them niggas should not nobody be f*ckin' with
Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap, this ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this
Memphis, where I come from orange mouth veteran
What I represent who ever live in poverty
Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle honestly
Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin' nice
Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah
We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the dirtiest
If you from the gotta then I know you heard of this
This ain't 'bout where you from, this ain't 'bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin' free If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Go on 'head an' put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go on 'head an' put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou
Slab 2, it's goin' down baby
It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'
Comin' from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin' my
Own type of style and ain't nobody stoppin' my
Rise to the very top, hit em' up wit all I got
Superstar, no I'm not green weed black glot
Everybody wanna piece dirty like a pair of cleats
Niggass run they mouth a lot like bitches and parakeets, wow
How you want it pimpin'? Wow I'm so cold with it', wow
Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or some kinda prophecy
Sent here to set you free fresh player follow me
Into another world deep inside yo' own soul
This s*** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows
This not 'bout makin' dow, Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who rich or po', Not 'bout who niggas know
This here 'bout you an' me, This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be if you in here wit me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Thow yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Niggas, you don't know me, why you niggas wanna be
All in my grill like you the paparazzi?
Boy, I was full a game way before this rap thang
Real 'fo the money came that's why I will never change me
Ain't nobody like even though they try to be
Niggas think they are but they ain't f*ckin' with me lyrically, yo
I was born with it, didn't nobody teach it to me
Ova' hot beat tell you 'bout what the streets did to me, yo
Choose me to be a prophet and lead my people
Murder, non-believers with lyrics that are lethal
I hit 'em heavy wit it yo, I stay ready wit it
Come, try to test me wit it regret you ever did it
Call, who pimpin'? I got my own bat
You got the baby paper I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread not 'bout what niggas said
Not 'bout what hoes believe If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Yeah, I got couple of Benz just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company beats come from Dew Real, yeah
We them niggas should not nobody be f*ckin' with
Clab ryders, choppy city have you bitches done real quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best, this ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap, this ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country shit, ain't no way to label this
Memphis, where I come from orange mouth veteran
What I represent who ever live in poverty
Hard workin' niggas that try to hustle honestly
Man, I represent who lookin' good and fellin' nice
Niggas on the drank and dro fresh clothes on the ice, yeah
We gon' keep this comin', comin' with the dirtiest
If you from the gotta then I know you heard of this
This ain't 'bout where you from, this ain't 'bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin' free If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open this is all real no jokin'
Throw yo' mothaf*ckin' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open, this is all real, no boastin'
Throw yo' hands up in the mothaf*ckin' air
If you feel me throw yo' hands up in the air, the mothaf*ckin' air
Go on 'head an' put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go on 'head an' put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Yeah, A wayz, Dew Realla, Co Lou
Slab 2, it's goin' down baby
It's your boy, Milwakiee, stop playin'
Writer: PRIMRO SMITH, DEWAYNE MARTIN, POOH BEAR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Chingy - Gettin It
Unh.. Unh, Unh.. Chingy, gettin' it, Yeah.. Unh, Unh....
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cuz I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
Hope you know how to get it
Cuz right herre, we gon' get it, its like this...
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse One: Chingy]
I'm on top of my game
Droppin' the flame
My name, got me dodgin' the fame
Watchin' the dames, surround us, when we poppin' champagne
Coppin' the range, plus thems got it dropped on them thangs
Flossin's a shame, i'm countin' thousands, doin' some poutin'
Then I'm throwin I-owa, back-stage, girls are shoutin'
Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won
Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son
Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic and some beat
No mo' eatin' where its cheap, ad-just-in' to fine meat
Women lookin' like, " that's him", like they seen the pope
Wallet full of crispy bills, now I'm never goin' broke
Cuz I'm...
[Hook]
Gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 2: Chingy](girl)
Breakin' niggaz wit the flow
Movin' faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit the thump behind the track, Sammy So
Went from in my momma house, to boy out in the condo
I got them dudes mad, I make 'em mad enough to go Pern-yo
Painted bracelet, can't you taste it
More powerful than the +Matrix+
Cats they get dropped from they label
I'm herre now, now they in basics
Want you face it, if you didn't, if they focused, then its crazy
Bout to have this industry doin' for me, like its slavery
To my ladies get it daily(hey Chingy)shit, I'll see you ladies
Still dippin', they gotta say, but you still gotta pay me
My daddy had her for what, canary yellow on some other[Tires screeching]
Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother
We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us
Don't worry 'bout a thang, Smooth, C ooh, see I gotcha(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it [After every line in verse]
[Verse 3: Chingy]
We gettin' in, the Lou
Twenty-twos, on old school
They gettin' it in Miami, kickin' it wit no rules
They gettin' it in Chicago, playas holdin' it down
They gettin' it in New Orleans, bouncin' to my sound
They gettin' it in New York, keep it gutta, they love it
They gettin' it in Boston, cats get wild in the public, shit
They gettin' it in Detroit, thuggin', ballin' and spendin' (Whoaa!)
They gettin' it in Milwaukee, buck-wild corners they bangin'
They gettin' it in Caley High, rollin' and bangin'
They gettin' it in Atlanta, 'thorities watchin' me drankin'
They gettin' it in Las Vegas, them team heard of slots
They gettin' it in Virginia, cats mobbin' up they flop(unh)
[Hook]
We gettin' it
We gettin' it, we gettin' it
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
All my hustlers are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it) We gettin' it
All my ladies are...
Gettin' it, we gettin' it, you gettin' it?
(I'm gettin' it!) We gettin' it
Just so you could start!
Gettin' it
Writer: ALONZO E. JR. LEE, HOWARD EARL BAILEY, SHAMAR D. DAUGHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Shawnna - Block Reincarnated
Haha, Deejay Sash
Is about to rock the block
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block, yeah
Rock the block
Haha, Deejay Sash
Is about to rock the block
Rock the block
Rock the block
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block, yeah
Rock the block
Is about to rock the block
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block, yeah
Rock the block
Haha, Deejay Sash
Is about to rock the block
Rock the block
Rock the block
Rock the block
If you're dancing all night
~Till the morning light
And I'm never gonna stop
And I'm never gonna stop
Rock the block, yeah
Rock the block
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Joe Budden - Pump It Up
[jay-z]
gimme that beat fool, its a full time jack move
dont worry skano ill give it back soon
just havin a little fun, wassup my nigga?
S dot collection
black album comin soon
just gonna vent a little bit
have a little fun with it
yes yes
hey nobody dumpin on hove
you aint in sanitation or sanitarium
what are you crazy jay-z'll bury em
i'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
your head bug out i'll raid niggas scared of em
worry im not mike jordan
of the mic recordin
hovi baby you kobe, maybe tracy mcgrady
matter fact you harold miner, jr rider
washed up on marijuana
even worse you a pervis ellis
you worthless fella
you aint no athlete you shawn bradley
i aint talkin to nobody in particular
my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em
yes, anybody in my path
is a car crash waitin to happen
nigga what?
i got my foot on the door
on the post of this rap game and i aint lettin up
yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices
and i dont write this i just mic this
i will it to happen
one take hove im real in this rappin
my new name is just the facts
while the rest of yall just adjust the facts
put words together, just to match
i say what i feel yall adjust to that
i do the opposite of yall so i just attract
the realer audience usually unjustly black
know my flow and the shit they go just match
like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
i just tackle the something the flack of the public
nothin, i know real niggas happen to love it
if you dont like it or look in the mirror
most likely you aint livin so you dont get it
you aint did it so you can envision it
the picture im paintin aint vivid
the language im spittin is so foreign to ya
she was starvin a dude to ya
growin up hard in a little apartment illude to ya
im just talkin to ya
[joe budden]
gimme that beat fool
its a full time jack move
fine jay web said take it back dude
its hot
minute or to we play ball now
listen im just havin some fun
no
part in the future
sing the track now
spend a good week hova
you can bring it back now
all these rappers is cookin crack now
took the realness out the game its time to put it back in
the fans finally got it understood they just gappin
while joeys in the hood like madden
whoa
success is wrapped up
checks just rack up
everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up
everybodys a hustler but the money aint comin in
yall is it just my math sucks? nah
time im a super stuck cheat they wealth
everybodys so scurred to just be they self
and the base and your boys get found like the cool
so we could sound like loon or pound like boom
dont end up a dead man for the cheddar
the way to play is joey in *Def Jam Vendetta* for real
on your pro two blues and dont be shocked
open the booth door we be like old school move it
aint goin to be a tray fee jay-z they be murdered
joey the future im more like dirt
anybody buyin respect me
try and wet me
yall dudes will never make it
your a Tyus Edney
im a standout like Yao Ming
im whats sparkin now
like fallback Shaq
im startin now
boys poppin it toys poppin spit
im not from round these parts im Stojakovic
let me hear your man say im the Jordan of rappin
he's gettin fatigued girlie his scorin is lackin
legacy is gettin ruined and you dont want that
so pretty much learn from him
dont come back
and rap is gettin wag top
g's are steppin
cause you are not that hot
dont believe the yes men
it aint about whos better than uh
its so evident
they hard to be real with no evidence
and i aint comin at jay
cuz hes the greatest dreamer
but he already laid the way
im just layin my seed in
not the same way i was
dude im done drivin now
im in your 745 plus 2
dont have your label call mine
no extracurricular
rappers is all girls who is extraparticular
seen many men with the jade
next time you listen to many men ill make sure you relate
only jay coulda came
just blazed it like me
everybody else chills
just glazed kid agree
packin a mackin in the back of an acura no
flappin the gat we be rappin the caddy but naw
what you want punk
double clip pump
ride by slump forth cocked playa on top
hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped
with the brand new savior of east coast rap
dont worry yo i'll bring the east coast back
no parties this aint a movie but meet joe black
tryin to relate to it i just speak those facts
if you was in the front now your seat goes back
what the deallin
like new york been soft since bin laden came thru and crushed the buildings
kinda restore the feelin this is to be continued
im just speakin through ya
gimme that beat fool, its a full time jack move
dont worry skano ill give it back soon
just havin a little fun, wassup my nigga?
S dot collection
black album comin soon
just gonna vent a little bit
have a little fun with it
yes yes
hey nobody dumpin on hove
you aint in sanitation or sanitarium
what are you crazy jay-z'll bury em
i'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
your head bug out i'll raid niggas scared of em
worry im not mike jordan
of the mic recordin
hovi baby you kobe, maybe tracy mcgrady
matter fact you harold miner, jr rider
washed up on marijuana
even worse you a pervis ellis
you worthless fella
you aint no athlete you shawn bradley
i aint talkin to nobody in particular
my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em
yes, anybody in my path
is a car crash waitin to happen
nigga what?
i got my foot on the door
on the post of this rap game and i aint lettin up
yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices
and i dont write this i just mic this
i will it to happen
one take hove im real in this rappin
my new name is just the facts
while the rest of yall just adjust the facts
put words together, just to match
i say what i feel yall adjust to that
i do the opposite of yall so i just attract
the realer audience usually unjustly black
know my flow and the shit they go just match
like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
i just tackle the something the flack of the public
nothin, i know real niggas happen to love it
if you dont like it or look in the mirror
most likely you aint livin so you dont get it
you aint did it so you can envision it
the picture im paintin aint vivid
the language im spittin is so foreign to ya
she was starvin a dude to ya
growin up hard in a little apartment illude to ya
im just talkin to ya
[joe budden]
gimme that beat fool
its a full time jack move
fine jay web said take it back dude
its hot
minute or to we play ball now
listen im just havin some fun
no
part in the future
sing the track now
spend a good week hova
you can bring it back now
all these rappers is cookin crack now
took the realness out the game its time to put it back in
the fans finally got it understood they just gappin
while joeys in the hood like madden
whoa
success is wrapped up
checks just rack up
everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up
everybodys a hustler but the money aint comin in
yall is it just my math sucks? nah
time im a super stuck cheat they wealth
everybodys so scurred to just be they self
and the base and your boys get found like the cool
so we could sound like loon or pound like boom
dont end up a dead man for the cheddar
the way to play is joey in *Def Jam Vendetta* for real
on your pro two blues and dont be shocked
open the booth door we be like old school move it
aint goin to be a tray fee jay-z they be murdered
joey the future im more like dirt
anybody buyin respect me
try and wet me
yall dudes will never make it
your a Tyus Edney
im a standout like Yao Ming
im whats sparkin now
like fallback Shaq
im startin now
boys poppin it toys poppin spit
im not from round these parts im Stojakovic
let me hear your man say im the Jordan of rappin
he's gettin fatigued girlie his scorin is lackin
legacy is gettin ruined and you dont want that
so pretty much learn from him
dont come back
and rap is gettin wag top
g's are steppin
cause you are not that hot
dont believe the yes men
it aint about whos better than uh
its so evident
they hard to be real with no evidence
and i aint comin at jay
cuz hes the greatest dreamer
but he already laid the way
im just layin my seed in
not the same way i was
dude im done drivin now
im in your 745 plus 2
dont have your label call mine
no extracurricular
rappers is all girls who is extraparticular
seen many men with the jade
next time you listen to many men ill make sure you relate
only jay coulda came
just blazed it like me
everybody else chills
just glazed kid agree
packin a mackin in the back of an acura no
flappin the gat we be rappin the caddy but naw
what you want punk
double clip pump
ride by slump forth cocked playa on top
hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped
with the brand new savior of east coast rap
dont worry yo i'll bring the east coast back
no parties this aint a movie but meet joe black
tryin to relate to it i just speak those facts
if you was in the front now your seat goes back
what the deallin
like new york been soft since bin laden came thru and crushed the buildings
kinda restore the feelin this is to be continued
im just speakin through ya
Writer: CLAYDES SMITH, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, RICHARD ALLEN WESTFIELD, ROBERT BELL, ROBERT SPIKE MICKENS, RONALD NATHAN BELL
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Dead Prez - Hell Yeah
(feat. Jay-Z)
[Jay-Z]
We together on the same track now, baby!
Whatchu gon call us now?!
[Intro]
Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy)
Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn, Come on, Come on
[Verse: stic.man]
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stic up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
[Chorus]
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah, Hell yeah
[Verse: M-1]
I know a way we can get paid
You can get down but you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV, and get a ID
The name says you but the face is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting
For American Express, Discovery Card
Platinum Visa, Master Card
Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the game we rocking brand names
Well known at Department Store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po Po never know who to true blame
Store after store you know we kept rolling
Wait two weeks report the car stolen
Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)
[Bridge x2]
Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
[Verse - Jay-Z]
As long as there's - drugs to be sold
I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes
I ain't slipping through the cracks
So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps
The first black in the suburbs
You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup
The way the cops converged, they f*cked up my swerve
The first young buck that I served
I thought back to the block
I never seen a cop when I was out there
They never came out there
And out there, I was slinging crack to live
I'm only slinging raps to your kids
I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live
But you don't want your little ones acting like this
Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny
And now they all know the skinny
Lil Joey got his durag on
Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!)
But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on
Now before you know it, you backing em
Now the police, got me in the middle of the street
Trying to beat me blue, black and orange
I'm like hold up, who you smacking on?
I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?)
Hell yeah (you f*cked up the hood nigga right back to you)
Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga)
Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)
[Bridge x2] [w/ Jay-Z ad-libs]
If you claiming gangsta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind
[Jay-Z]
We together on the same track now, baby!
Whatchu gon call us now?!
[Intro]
Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy)
Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn, Come on, Come on
[Verse: stic.man]
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stic up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
[Chorus]
Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah, Hell yeah
[Verse: M-1]
I know a way we can get paid
You can get down but you can't be afraid
Let's go to the DMV, and get a ID
The name says you but the face is me
Now it's your turn take my paper work
Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
Then, fill out the credit card application
And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting
For American Express, Discovery Card
Platinum Visa, Master Card
Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets
Now we just walk right up and say charge it
To the game we rocking brand names
Well known at Department Store chains
Even got the boys in the crew a few things
Po Po never know who to true blame
Store after store you know we kept rolling
Wait two weeks report the car stolen
Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat
Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
We can take it right back then get the cash
Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)
[Bridge x2]
Got to get this paper
I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle
This is the way we survive
[Verse - Jay-Z]
As long as there's - drugs to be sold
I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes
I ain't slipping through the cracks
So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps
The first black in the suburbs
You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup
The way the cops converged, they f*cked up my swerve
The first young buck that I served
I thought back to the block
I never seen a cop when I was out there
They never came out there
And out there, I was slinging crack to live
I'm only slinging raps to your kids
I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live
But you don't want your little ones acting like this
Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny
And now they all know the skinny
Lil Joey got his durag on
Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!)
But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on
Now before you know it, you backing em
Now the police, got me in the middle of the street
Trying to beat me blue, black and orange
I'm like hold up, who you smacking on?
I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?)
Hell yeah (you f*cked up the hood nigga right back to you)
Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga)
Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)
[Bridge x2] [w/ Jay-Z ad-libs]
If you claiming gangsta
Then bang on the system
And show that you ready to ride
Till we get our freedom
We got to get over
We steady on the grind
Writer: SHAWN CARTER, CLAYTON ANGELO GAVIN, MUTULU OLUGBALA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Jin - Peel Off
[Intro]
GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo)
Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
What up Amaury, yeah (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon
[Chorus]
PEEL OFF
If you got a system in the trunk
Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt
PEEL OFF
If you wild, racin for the dough
And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO!
PEEL OFF
If you see the pigs on your tail
Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF
[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good
Lost your words soon as you look under the hood
Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock
Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!)
Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off
You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off
Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada
Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time
Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line
I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb
Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third
With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows
Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors
See me on the cover of the Import Tuner
Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race
Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States
This ain't for no amateurs
Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras
Action, you know who's the headline
Do a buck sixty everytime I redline
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is
I'm a Pioneer just like your system is
Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view
Wireless control for the PS2
Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too
They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew
You want war? I'm settlin' the score
No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro]
All my people in the place to be, uh
Let me hear you say...(wooo)
Uh, if you rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
You ain't ready, I run these streets!!!
GO!!!(*echos*)(Elite!!)
Yeah, double R uh (wooo)
Come on, Crafty Plugz, what (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
What up Amaury, yeah (wooo)
GO!!!(*echos*)
Haha, yeah, let's go, c'mon
[Chorus]
PEEL OFF
If you got a system in the trunk
Shoes on your whip and you rollin up a blunt
PEEL OFF
If you wild, racin for the dough
And the flag hits the floor and they yellin out GO!
PEEL OFF
If you see the pigs on your tail
Knowin if you get locked that you won't make bail
PEEL OFF
Whatchu gonna do
PEEL OFF
[Verse 1]
When I, cruise the strip you know that it's me
Split the crowd in half like Moses did to the seas
0 to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2 Fast 2 Furious" (Part two)
Bullshit walks and cash talks (What's that sound??)
My low pros burnin up the asphalt
Drop top Spyder in the summer I'm good
Lost your words soon as you look under the hood
Twin cam turbo, your man's in shock
Only words comin out your mouth (Damn that's hot!)
Got a spoiler on the back everytime I skate off
You thinkin it's a jet that's about to take off
Cash and pink slips, whole enchilada
Soon as the lights turn green, you know that you gotta
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got a, need for speed, I'm freezin up time
Wanna, race the kid, throw your keys on the line
I'm switchin gears, never brake for the curb
Cross the finish line twice before you make it to third
With a fly ass shorty in the passenger side
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
Y'all can't see me, peekin through the tinted windows
Just to get a glimpse of Francine Dee
Let the, haters talk, I've been called rumors
See me on the cover of the Import Tuner
Lookin at the skyline, I cocked for the race
Even got an Evo 8 that ain't dropped in the States
This ain't for no amateurs
Everytime I roll through hot imports nights it's lights, cameras
Action, you know who's the headline
Do a buck sixty everytime I redline
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ain't a damn thing stock, you see the difference is
I'm a Pioneer just like your system is
Two screens on the dash, you choose the best view
Wireless control for the PS2
Skip the bullshit, and the foolishness too
They say we Disturbin Tha Peace like Ludacris crew
You want war? I'm settlin' the score
No lookin back now put the pedal to the floor
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Outro]
All my people in the place to be, uh
Let me hear you say...(wooo)
Uh, if you rockin with me
Let me hear you say...(whaa*car drivin by*wooo)
Uh, double R, uh yeah (wooo)
Haha, oh c'mon
[Tyrese]
You ain't ready, I run these streets!!!
Writer: Jin Auyeung, Anthony Parrino, JIN, AMAURY MICHEL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fat Joe - We Ridin
[Chorus]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1]
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I'm knockin' at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He's running scared screamin " Crack's back"
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack
I'm bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin' for cowards
F*ck the 9's man we comin' with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background)
That's the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us
We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2:]
One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre
The whole M-I-A
I don't know what you tryin' to portray
But you don't want to see them send my spray
Goin' against our way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared
Niggaz listen here
And we aint finished until your mamma in the church
Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth"
I know it hurts
And this is the sound when we ride
Niggaz die
When our crews collide
My enemies
[Chorus]
Uhh Cool and Dre on this one
Cali, Whats up nigga
Ohh shout out my nigga ?
All my buddies with money and gold teeth
We ridin 'Fast and Furious'
My nigga Shocker hit me up
I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies
[Chorus]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
This is the sound when we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1]
I thought I told you stay back
You aint listen the first time
He's the one that I spit in my first rhyme
Now I'm knockin' at your door
With the pistols little bitch niggaz you aint ready for war, my enemies
He's running scared screamin " Crack's back"
So my nigga take that
Niggaz tryin' to hate Crack
I'm bringing '88 back
We stay strapped comin' for cowards
F*ck the 9's man we comin' with choppers
Like brat-dat-dit-at(gun shot in background)
That's the sound of them guns
When we come
And you run
Cause you scared and you fear everything you heard about about us
We murder cowards
I know you heard about my words...now niggaz bow down
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2:]
One time for my nigga Cool, two time for my nigga Dre
The whole M-I-A
I don't know what you tryin' to portray
But you don't want to see them send my spray
Goin' against our way
Stop, admit it
God forbid it
The way these choppers spit it
You drop in minutes(uhh)
And I don't know how you dare
Nigga stop acting like a bitch you scared
Niggaz listen here
And we aint finished until your mamma in the church
Screamin "Why they took my son up on off this earth"
I know it hurts
And this is the sound when we ride
Niggaz die
When our crews collide
My enemies
[Chorus]
Uhh Cool and Dre on this one
Cali, Whats up nigga
Ohh shout out my nigga ?
All my buddies with money and gold teeth
We ridin 'Fast and Furious'
My nigga Shocker hit me up
I said this is sound when we ride on our enemies
[Chorus]
Writer: ANDRE CHRISTOPHER LYON, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, MARCELLO VALENZANO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lil Flip - Rollin On 20s
Here we go
Welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillacs and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata
I'm on Fleeta doin 150
Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin
And if I hit one time shes limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
these hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna f*ck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me
And I'm a flow til the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky
You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Lets speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as the spot the drop
Man it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it
I got a lambo
I got a drop jag
Plus i got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
and they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
Thats when i look back and say I'm a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand its a super car
I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my dvd's stallin
Lakers still callin but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day and The time
When Paul gave me a call, man i had to do it, uh
I gotta rep where I'm from so i had to screw it, uh
I'm from the home of the HOuston, Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades
But we been doin that ya'll better behave
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it
Welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillacs and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata
I'm on Fleeta doin 150
Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin
And if I hit one time shes limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
these hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna f*ck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me
And I'm a flow til the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky
You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Lets speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as the spot the drop
Man it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
Cause they know I got them, I got them
Woofers in my jeep, nigga
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it
I got a lambo
I got a drop jag
Plus i got a Harley bike, nigga top that
Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
and they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
Thats when i look back and say I'm a superstar
And if it cost a hundred grand its a super car
I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin
Like retarded kids, my dvd's stallin
Lakers still callin but we already signed
We about to be legends like Morris Day and The time
When Paul gave me a call, man i had to do it, uh
I gotta rep where I'm from so i had to screw it, uh
I'm from the home of the HOuston, Texans
The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades
But we been doin that ya'll better behave
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
We never do the speed limit
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
You can't even breath in it
Writer: CHRISTOPHER GALLIEN, ANTHONY RAYDALE SEARS, CLARENCE ALEXANDER SCARBOROUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes
Dirtbag - F*ck What A Nigga Say...
Um.. Cool & Dre and that Dirtbag
Oh we come over, we can hurt ya
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I put that iron on your back like Vinny from "Good Times"
And I get high like American Airlines
Yep, I'm a Yank but my car be foreign
Got more nuts than the all male zone
But it's warm, you can duck but you can't ignore 'em
Horrendous, right with Michael Vick's now with Jerome Bettis
Don't let us, jump into some gangsta shit
I might f*ck up my money but I don't f*ck up my hit
Just one spit and your life gonna lift
Eat the bullets thats in you as I continue my spliff
Has it been a bill paided, where the gators be
I hope you like to see me read cause it's the last thing you gonna see
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch nigga
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I've been rejected by jobs, I've rejected by hoes
I let all my dogs know when niggas 36 hoes
Kept my friend on the flow, and my mind on my dough
Get a tick, I bet they won't reject the nigga no more
I'm the man that make it work like a bullet in your teflon
Dirtbag I'm the heart to this ?Votron?
I move work through the pen and the county
All the boys called me laundry, I gots that bounty
Used to be flock, now it's El Bordo
Used to dress bummy, now it's all Polo
Murder off your tenants on the bath to a linen
Got a bitch like Andy Fisher, nigga don't make me send her
To your crib, saw us where you live
Shots in your your rib, "I don't think he gonna live"
Uh, if you was real, ya, you know the deal
In the minute of suprise that how niggas gettin killed, AH
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
Oh we come over, we can hurt ya
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I put that iron on your back like Vinny from "Good Times"
And I get high like American Airlines
Yep, I'm a Yank but my car be foreign
Got more nuts than the all male zone
But it's warm, you can duck but you can't ignore 'em
Horrendous, right with Michael Vick's now with Jerome Bettis
Don't let us, jump into some gangsta shit
I might f*ck up my money but I don't f*ck up my hit
Just one spit and your life gonna lift
Eat the bullets thats in you as I continue my spliff
Has it been a bill paided, where the gators be
I hope you like to see me read cause it's the last thing you gonna see
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch
I wasn't born, I was sworn from the block
They found me underneath a rock, holdin on my crotch nigga
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I've been rejected by jobs, I've rejected by hoes
I let all my dogs know when niggas 36 hoes
Kept my friend on the flow, and my mind on my dough
Get a tick, I bet they won't reject the nigga no more
I'm the man that make it work like a bullet in your teflon
Dirtbag I'm the heart to this ?Votron?
I move work through the pen and the county
All the boys called me laundry, I gots that bounty
Used to be flock, now it's El Bordo
Used to dress bummy, now it's all Polo
Murder off your tenants on the bath to a linen
Got a bitch like Andy Fisher, nigga don't make me send her
To your crib, saw us where you live
Shots in your your rib, "I don't think he gonna live"
Uh, if you was real, ya, you know the deal
In the minute of suprise that how niggas gettin killed, AH
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
I gives a f*ck what a nigga say
I gives a f*ck what a nigga gon' do
I gives a f*ck where a nigga stay
Cause I'm gonna blow his head away
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Pit Bull - Oye
Oye, que vuelta come pinga?
Uh, uh, uh
Hey true, bang it up for the track
We gon' take it to the top and that's the truth
Truth hurts
Ha, ha
[Hook]
Oye!
If you broke but you still pimpin', drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye!
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say
Oye mami!
If you pimp in your steps and your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi!)
If you willin' to fight then we f*ckin' tonight, then say
Oye, oye!
(Oye!)
Oye, oye, oye!
[Verse 1]
All I can see, all the mamis pull your thongs up and party with me
On the count of three, everybody claim where your from
One, two, three!
The Bottom, that's where I'm from, that's where I reside
That's what I represent till I die
Tuck your chains in, put your drinks down
and your sex up and get wild for the night
Pit Bull rock stikes move like a Lex truck
mami you got the next stunt (Alright)
Piccalo in the V.I.P. whip, four fingers in the air
hollerin' for life
I'm the chico that'll put it down for his people
Get my hands on any and everything
But I always keep my hands clean
Cuz Miami's full of dirty money and dirty things
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Mami look good from far, but when she got close
she was far from good, and I was like "oooofff"
I got the vodka, Cubo's got the cranberry juice
now it's time to get looooooose!
Se consigue para lo marinero que tiene mas cadena que cuello
Por dinero y una panza que parece que ese comieron - le son entero
I see mami who messes with nothin' but big tymers
who loves to get her "Roll On" (Roll on)
Askin' me if I could get my hands on some vitamin E
and I was like mami hold on
But she must've loved Pac cuz she was grabbin' me, tellin' me
"Papi picture me rollin"
So I pictured it, and it would've been a sight for the blind to see
So I gave it to her for free
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Verse three, I said it once and I'll say it again
I want all y'all to eat but first me
Get it? Got it? Good
It's good that you got it cuz I got no time to be misunderstood
I don't know if it's the liquor that's got me lit
but damn, mami's thicker than thick
If you like coke roll a dollar, snort it up
If you like weed then you know the routine
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke that shit
puff puff then pass that shit
Mami, mami! Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Cuz - messin' with me, you might end up in a movie
literally watchin' yourself, ha
Starrin' yo boo, in the hit movie called Amtrack
Choo-chooooo!
[Hook]
Uh, uh, uh
Hey true, bang it up for the track
We gon' take it to the top and that's the truth
Truth hurts
Ha, ha
[Hook]
Oye!
If you broke but you still pimpin', drinkin', smokin', then say
Oye, oye!
If you ballin' buyin' bottles, then say
Oye mami!
If you pimp in your steps and your ass is fat, then say
(Oye papi!)
If you willin' to fight then we f*ckin' tonight, then say
Oye, oye!
(Oye!)
Oye, oye, oye!
[Verse 1]
All I can see, all the mamis pull your thongs up and party with me
On the count of three, everybody claim where your from
One, two, three!
The Bottom, that's where I'm from, that's where I reside
That's what I represent till I die
Tuck your chains in, put your drinks down
and your sex up and get wild for the night
Pit Bull rock stikes move like a Lex truck
mami you got the next stunt (Alright)
Piccalo in the V.I.P. whip, four fingers in the air
hollerin' for life
I'm the chico that'll put it down for his people
Get my hands on any and everything
But I always keep my hands clean
Cuz Miami's full of dirty money and dirty things
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Mami look good from far, but when she got close
she was far from good, and I was like "oooofff"
I got the vodka, Cubo's got the cranberry juice
now it's time to get looooooose!
Se consigue para lo marinero que tiene mas cadena que cuello
Por dinero y una panza que parece que ese comieron - le son entero
I see mami who messes with nothin' but big tymers
who loves to get her "Roll On" (Roll on)
Askin' me if I could get my hands on some vitamin E
and I was like mami hold on
But she must've loved Pac cuz she was grabbin' me, tellin' me
"Papi picture me rollin"
So I pictured it, and it would've been a sight for the blind to see
So I gave it to her for free
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Verse three, I said it once and I'll say it again
I want all y'all to eat but first me
Get it? Got it? Good
It's good that you got it cuz I got no time to be misunderstood
I don't know if it's the liquor that's got me lit
but damn, mami's thicker than thick
If you like coke roll a dollar, snort it up
If you like weed then you know the routine
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke that shit
puff puff then pass that shit
Mami, mami! Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Cuz - messin' with me, you might end up in a movie
literally watchin' yourself, ha
Starrin' yo boo, in the hit movie called Amtrack
Choo-chooooo!
[Hook]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Kjon - Miami
[K'Jon: talking]
(hey yo)
I see the chicas (hey yo what's up ma)
I see the chicas (you ready)
I see the chicas (let's ride)
Ola (homies)
Ola (homies)
Ola (haha, I'm in Miami, ya) (hey yo)
Ew la la, la la la
[Chorus]
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
Spittin games like a seventies pimp
And I just stopped in
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
No lie we roll, we ride, we, we dangerous
[Verse 1]
Hey yo mami, I just got in Miami
We gonna party at the beach, better get at me
We gonna party with my peeps, you and your chicas (hot little mamacita)
That's for sugar
I am mingho, when you call me papi
We gonna fiesta, guess a cause you got me
It's on you, what you gonna do?
When I roll through in my souped up Coupe
Baby it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (pedal to the floor) (hey yo, ma what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor, then my dub still spins
(my dub still spin) (22's baby)
And my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
[speaking Spanish] (let's go)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Senora, headed to the border
Would you like to take a spin in my Toyota
Fiocho the size of my moto
Pushin on doze zeros, no problemo
I'm the chico all I need is some more (a chick that y'all can get with)
My mamacita, me mo la chicas (hey yo)
Ma it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (and I tell ya girl)
(Hey yo ma, what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor and my dub still spins
(and my dub still spins) (22's baby)
And when my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
[speaking Spanish] (let's go)
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break x2]
C'mon, I just touched down
C'mon, hot chicas all around
C'mon, party at the beach
C'mon, holla back at me
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: K'Jon] [talking] [echo: w/ ad libs]
Hey yo Jeff, I got you man
I got this, ebony's son
Don't be alarmed baby
Just K'Jon baby
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) [repeated until fade]
(hey yo)
I see the chicas (hey yo what's up ma)
I see the chicas (you ready)
I see the chicas (let's ride)
Ola (homies)
Ola (homies)
Ola (haha, I'm in Miami, ya) (hey yo)
Ew la la, la la la
[Chorus]
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
Spittin games like a seventies pimp
And I just stopped in
I'm in Miami and the girls are eye candy
I'm pushin eighty on the freeway strip
Switchin lanes with the souped up whip
No lie we roll, we ride, we, we dangerous
[Verse 1]
Hey yo mami, I just got in Miami
We gonna party at the beach, better get at me
We gonna party with my peeps, you and your chicas (hot little mamacita)
That's for sugar
I am mingho, when you call me papi
We gonna fiesta, guess a cause you got me
It's on you, what you gonna do?
When I roll through in my souped up Coupe
Baby it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (pedal to the floor) (hey yo, ma what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor, then my dub still spins
(my dub still spin) (22's baby)
And my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
[speaking Spanish] (let's go)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Senora, headed to the border
Would you like to take a spin in my Toyota
Fiocho the size of my moto
Pushin on doze zeros, no problemo
I'm the chico all I need is some more (a chick that y'all can get with)
My mamacita, me mo la chicas (hey yo)
Ma it's amigo
Push the pedal to the floor (and I tell ya girl)
(Hey yo ma, what's up)
Push the pedal to the floor and my dub still spins
(and my dub still spins) (22's baby)
And when my dub still spins, you know I'm big pimpin (yeah)
(You know big pimpin baby)
And I just wanna be the one to please ya
[speaking Spanish] (let's go)
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break x2]
C'mon, I just touched down
C'mon, hot chicas all around
C'mon, party at the beach
C'mon, holla back at me
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: K'Jon] [talking] [echo: w/ ad libs]
Hey yo Jeff, I got you man
I got this, ebony's son
Don't be alarmed baby
Just K'Jon baby
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) yeah
(Hasta la vista) [repeated until fade]
Writer: K. JOHNSON, KEITH MC MASTERS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
John Singleton - Finish
Yo, Jimmy
Man, give me the status
Tell me we good
Beautiful
It's gon be in all time of the night
Man, give me the status
Tell me we good
Beautiful
It's gon be in all time of the night
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
2 Fast 2 Furious is the soundtrack for John Singleton's 2003 action film 2 Fast 2 Furious. It was released on May 27, 2003 via Def Jam South. Production was handled by several record producers, including Keith McMasters, Cool & Dre, the Diaz Brothers, Elite, Just Blaze and The Trak Starz. It features contributions from the film stars Ludacris and MC Jin, as well as 2 Chainz, 8Ball, Chingy, Dead Prez, Dirtbag, Fat Joe, I-20, Joe Budden, Kardinal Offishall, K'Jon, Lil' Flip, Pitbull, R. Kelly, Shawnna, Trick Daddy and Tyrese Gibson.
The album reached number five on the Billboard 200, and peaked atop the Billboard Top Soundtracks and Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts, spawning four singles: "Pump It Up", "Act a Fool", "Pick Up the Phone" and "Hell Yeah". As of August 14, 2003, It was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America for selling of 500,000 copies in the United States.
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Hip hop, R&B The album reached number five on the Billboard 200, and peaked atop the Billboard Top Soundtracks and Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts, spawning four singles: "Pump It Up", "Act a Fool", "Pick Up the Phone" and "Hell Yeah". As of August 14, 2003, It was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America for selling of 500,000 copies in the United States.
Released: May 27th, 2003
Year: 2003