(feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne, Jazzy Pha)
Yeahh.. scene so thick
Talkin bout OutKast, Organized, Rap-A-Lot
Nuttin but that U.G.K.
All the playas
All the hustlers
Eightball, MJG, Goodie Mob
Y'all know what it is
[Ludacris]
See I'm a Southern ass nigga with some Southern ass hos
A hundred thou cash gets the Southern ass flow
I'm rich bitch no more runnin round cold
Or shootin up windows and gunnin down doors
Oh, yea I think the suckas now know
That the hummer got dropped keep it on the down low
I'm cruisin up highways, stunnin down roads
I'll open up shop then I'm shuttin down shows
Luda cash cheques that'll break the bank
Then I'm in the Old School like Frank the Tank
You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me
But all the Southern asses they keep me horny
Oooh, Big Tymers in a private jet
Got the head of Universal to sign the cheque
Meanwhile Ludacris is out arrangin rovers
Every coast watch out cuz the south's takin over
Uhh
[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(That's Southern cousin)
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Lil Wayne]
Ay ay
Weezy the god bow down give praises
I'm easy involved with the drugs in my matrix
Just keepin it calm kickin dubs from my laces
I'm puckin a dre in the escalade basic
Don't you fuckin play cuz I escapade faces
Buck fifty a gram quickly I'm real shifty
Come get me I'll be waitin the steel with me
Show appreciation for those who still with me
Throw a heap of gravy at those who still envy
Cuz Weezy f baby all gravy gotta feel me
Heh heh, feel me Lil' Weezy gat go blakah
Feel heat feel sleepy, here's your mattress
Chill, I'm still street deep, I got access
Young and play hard with no practice
Feelin me is like huggin a cactus
But if you know pain you take it love it and patch it
South side
[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(That's Southern cousin)
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in the gas
Nigga whippin out cash
Just blowin the grass
(And you thought it wasn't)
[Mannie Fresh]
Got Southern type jeans, Southern type shirt
When I drank a lot of beer give a Southern ass burp
Got Southern ass crib, Southern ass car
Down where I'm from I'm a Southern ass star
Got Southern ass chain, Southern ass brain
Where I talk a lotta shit with a Southern ass slang
On any Southern beat got a bunch of Southern freaks
Buck naked outside neighbors callin police
Got a little Southern boy with a little Southern bike
Got a little Southern girlfriend that he'd like
Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog
Got a big big system knockin pictures off the wall
Got a big Southern party drivin big seven forty
Me and Jazzy Phae cutting on some Southern shortys
I'ma be Southern til the day I go
From my head to my belly to my knees to my toes
[Baby]
I'm a Southern ass nigga that that grew up hard
Uptown third ward nigga blow up a car
I'm the Southern ass nigga with the golds in my mouth
New cars new rims with the work in the drop
I'm a fool, I'm the dude, Mannie fresh the shit
Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick
Well I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich
Super fly get money in the drop top six
I'm a Southern ass nigga that could blow in the sky
Good weed, twenty threes on that brand new ride
I'm a big money nigga with a boat on the lake
M-I-A and A-T-L we do it state to state
I'm a Southern ass nigga drive fifty whips
Ten bikes customized everything we get
I'm a fly nigga money and my jewels be glistenin
Twenty fours on the Bentley and we blues them bitches nigga
[Jazzy Phae]
Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin
Woooo
When I'm a old school, shine up the wheels
Feet on the mink floors, how does it feel
Wood on the console, chrome on the grill
When you come down here you know what it is
Wooooo
[fade out]
Four on the whips Southern cousin
Home in the hills Southern cousin
Chromes and Devils Southern cousin
Home cooked meals Southern cousin
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Da Man Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. TQ, Trick Daddy)
[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
[Trick Daddy]
A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
A ki of coke could get you rich
but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit
Case he flip the script, you know where he live at
Plus, the game don' came a long way
Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
Cuz they got guns bigger than yours
Plus ain't not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies
So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd
Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son
Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)
I sit and took over
2 clips, the AK holder
Brick taped to my bitch
Strapped on her shoulder
Raw grams in the trunk of a jag
Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash
It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches
We fly like birds go divin for fishes
A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna
Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer
But on my block, a old tymer got shot
I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot
I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams
She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed
I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand
I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man
You in the game now you know what you don' done man?
"Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"
A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream
A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream
Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?
Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb
Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games
You know the rules of this shit
Fuck around and be one dead bitch
It's money and the power
Every second every hour
From sco' to the flo'
Bakin soda to the flour
[Chorus (til fade)]
[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me go, let me go)
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But quarter ki's make G's that's all i know (all i know, all i know)
[Trick Daddy]
A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up
A ki of coke could get you rich
but too much of this shit can get you stuck up
That's why it's best to deal wit a nigga that you know and chill wit
Case he flip the script, you know where he live at
Plus, the game don' came a long way
Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
Cuz they got guns bigger than yours
Plus ain't not more coppin out
You either ridin or tellin, if you ride then you ride forever
Born the son of a straight killa
Raised by a strong woman, I'll ride for my homies
So, can a nigga get a boooonnnd
Or do another nigga have to come along and raise my daughter......son
Your Honor, answer this question and be honest
If you lock me up for the summer will you support my momma?
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ay ay, move on over (wooooo)
I sit and took over
2 clips, the AK holder
Brick taped to my bitch
Strapped on her shoulder
Raw grams in the trunk of a jag
Hard ounces stashed in my cadillac dash
It's drought season daddy, we huntin for riches
We fly like birds go divin for fishes
A known deep boy, the #1 Stunna
Got a hundred brick stash in the back of the Hummer
But on my block, a old tymer got shot
I didn't wanna do it but he was holdin my spot
I'm shittin on niggas, grandma got grams
She gave me a revolver, automatics get jammed
I'm *Hood Rich* nigga one feet in the sand
I'm one of a few niggas that beat the man
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
I bet you yo lil ass ain't even got a gun man
You in the game now you know what you don' done man?
"Yeah, bruh but i gotta feed my son man"
A cutlass supreme, still a young nigga's dream
A solid lil bitch with a whole lot of cream
Well lil one looky here, who you scorin from?
Look, this some shit that'll leave a nigga body numb
Take that, the comeback is incredible
Get caught, then nigga it's federal
By the way, don't say no mother fuckin names
You listenin to me? Don't play no mother fuckin games
You know the rules of this shit
Fuck around and be one dead bitch
It's money and the power
Every second every hour
From sco' to the flo'
Bakin soda to the flour
[Chorus (til fade)]
Sunday, December 21, 2008
My Life Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Hot Boys)
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked
Walked away and fought
Went from cussin and bustin
Hustle from day to dark
Turned nothin to somethin
Introduced to stunnin
In my life In my life
I done caused some hurt
And I done did some good
Said I can't even when I could
I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested
In my life In my life
Just say no when I really meant yes
I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest
Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers
In yo life In yo life
What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew
I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please
Separate good from fake and the love and the hate
In my life In my life
[B.G.]
I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin
B.G. lived that thug life
I done done it all in my life
I done done time
I done lived in group homes
I been on the third floor of hospitals
I mean it's just been a stuggle for me
But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin
And it ain't to turnin back
And I take chances in whatever I do
Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all
[Mannie]
The night in the Rover
When the niggas came over
You went out like a soldier
And I still can't get over
What fake bitches done done
Got me clutchin my gun
In this life In this life
I used to wonder why
All the good niggas die
Why some soldier gotta suffer
And mothers gotta cry
Why my daddie gotta lie
Cuz he don't even try to be
In my life In my life
Take care of your crib
Where you lay down and live
Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit
Had yo daughter and yo son
Been down since day one
In yo life In yo life
What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song
Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone
Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit
In this life In this life
[Juvenile]
Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up
I'm from the projects so you know I just realized
What it means to be successful
Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit
And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me
And I came to them as a real nigga
And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man
[Baby]
I had pounds of coke
I had money to blow
I had a felony charge
I had to fight in the court
I had warrant reports
Shot up cars before
In my life My life
I got kids to feed
I got niggas to watch
I need a hundred mil
I need to get off the block
Wear soldier Rees
In the gamblin spot
In my life My life
I could cook it and cut it
I could bag it and move it
I could toat in the budget
Got money to prove it
I done flood the public
Hope Beatrice'll do it
In my life My life
Now my name is Baby
But the call me Bubba
Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her
Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber
In my life My life
Let me stunt and shine
Let me bling and floss
Let me ride without the law always searchin my car
I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play
In my life My life
Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit
Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit
You just don't know what I go through
In my life My life
I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets
Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests
Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers
In my life My life
I got cars and broads with money to make
I got that brown wall and that white gate
Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold
In my life My life
[Turk]
Beautiful Baby what's happenin
This Lil Turk you heard me
One of the Original Hot Boys
I done did it all you heard me
From runnin through cuts and hallways
Runnin through projects bustin heads
Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk
Young and Thuggin you heard me
I know you gonna let me do what I do
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me
We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life
you heard me
Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin
bottles and fuckin hoes
You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh
[Mannie]
I done teached and talked
Walked away and fought
Went from cussin and bustin
Hustle from day to dark
Turned nothin to somethin
Introduced to stunnin
In my life In my life
I done caused some hurt
And I done did some good
Said I can't even when I could
I was stopped and tested fingerprinted and arrested
In my life In my life
Just say no when I really meant yes
I'm gon smoke all night til it hurt my chest
Slim told me over the years that shit gon tear up careers
In yo life In yo life
What'chu gon do when snakes come to yo crew
I'm a get on my knees and ask the Lord please
Separate good from fake and the love and the hate
In my life In my life
[B.G.]
I mean fuck I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin
B.G. lived that thug life
I done done it all in my life
I done done time
I done lived in group homes
I been on the third floor of hospitals
I mean it's just been a stuggle for me
But now I'm on top you know what I'm sayin
And it ain't to turnin back
And I take chances in whatever I do
Cuz if I don't take chances I don't see the life after all
[Mannie]
The night in the Rover
When the niggas came over
You went out like a soldier
And I still can't get over
What fake bitches done done
Got me clutchin my gun
In this life In this life
I used to wonder why
All the good niggas die
Why some soldier gotta suffer
And mothers gotta cry
Why my daddie gotta lie
Cuz he don't even try to be
In my life In my life
Take care of your crib
Where you lay down and live
Forget and forgive cuz you done put it through some shit
Had yo daughter and yo son
Been down since day one
In yo life In yo life
What the fuck is wrong you don't understand this song
Tell yo momma you love her before she dead and gone
Nigga that don't quit that's some real ass shit
In this life In this life
[Juvenile]
Man I mean me Juvenile drugs tore my family up
I'm from the projects so you know I just realized
What it means to be successful
Cuz I been through all kinds of shit man bullshit
And I live through Baby, Slim and the Lord to help me
And I came to them as a real nigga
And I said look dog I'm tired of livin like this man
[Baby]
I had pounds of coke
I had money to blow
I had a felony charge
I had to fight in the court
I had warrant reports
Shot up cars before
In my life My life
I got kids to feed
I got niggas to watch
I need a hundred mil
I need to get off the block
Wear soldier Rees
In the gamblin spot
In my life My life
I could cook it and cut it
I could bag it and move it
I could toat in the budget
Got money to prove it
I done flood the public
Hope Beatrice'll do it
In my life My life
Now my name is Baby
But the call me Bubba
Ain't a bitch that I know that can say that I love her
Gettin pussy from a boss bitch wearin a rubber
In my life My life
Let me stunt and shine
Let me bling and floss
Let me ride without the law always searchin my car
I just wanna chill fuck bitches and play
In my life My life
Hoes cry in my world give me that Baby shit
Goin to the people knowin that they made me and shit
You just don't know what I go through
In my life My life
I got Bentlys and Jags got Prowlers and Vets
Got Benjamins, Hummers, Cadillacs and vests
Condos and houses Cardiers and Rovers
In my life My life
I got cars and broads with money to make
I got that brown wall and that white gate
Got bitches and hoes love that platinum and gold
In my life My life
[Turk]
Beautiful Baby what's happenin
This Lil Turk you heard me
One of the Original Hot Boys
I done did it all you heard me
From runnin through cuts and hallways
Runnin through projects bustin heads
Yeah that's that lil nigga Turk
Young and Thuggin you heard me
I know you gonna let me do what I do
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful you heard me
We on top now nigga no longer livin that trife-life
you heard me
Respect and a check we ain't doin nothin but poppin
bottles and fuckin hoes
You heard me, makin money that's all nigga Uh-huh
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Big Money Heavyweight Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Baby and Mannie Fresh talking:]
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that
bitch, straight off the block
nigga
[Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch
[Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT
[Baby]
where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked,
and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk,
(inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Turn the TV channel, real life soprano,
got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo,
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
See I hold my hood down with that gunplay,
around the way nigga know about my gunplay,
so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
I got that snow, that mega blow,
that brick yella fella
rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga,
The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe,
Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place,
Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Act like you know man,
the southern snow man,
leave your brains in your lap I fear no man,
I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude,
I move,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la)
Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly,
Shining is an everyday thing ,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
That boy next to me, he pushing XTC,
Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep,
Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars,
Bitches love..
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
On the block where the cops glocks won't stop,
all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out,
we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit,
But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence,
Cuz I'm
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Triple beam lab, ghetto machines,
Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams,
Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got..
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's,
Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's
Nigga get ya game up,
If you want ya fame up, I'm the
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns,
big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv,
Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to...
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin,
Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin'
You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs,
Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers,
We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
For the power of the Kitty Cat,
Niggaz gettin' at,
Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at,
Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT)
[Baby:] yeah, big tymers, this what its hitting for nigga this stunna and fresh, believe that
bitch, straight off the block
nigga
[Fresh:] this where it gets gangsta bitch
[Baby: (loudly)] BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT
[Baby]
where the cuts is dark and hoes are marked,
and gun barking make a nigga meet the white chalk,
(inhales) now blaze one before it all get it started
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Turn the TV channel, real life soprano,
got the coke the dope, bitches, guns and ammo,
I will lurk ya bitch to get filthy rich,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
See I hold my hood down with that gunplay,
around the way nigga know about my gunplay,
so get ready, brace yourself or get money then holla
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
I got that snow, that mega blow,
that brick yella fella
rock, is on the block, ya heared me nigga,
The BT's breaking down Ki's please, we
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Nigga hustled the case and cleared the safe,
Hit a lick, hundred chips and cleared the place,
Another robbery turned into a murder case, behind
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Act like you know man,
the southern snow man,
leave your brains in your lap I fear no man,
I'm the reaper dude, ask your people dude,
I move,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Nigga catch me in the hood smoking la la (la la)
Me, Cito, and Troy and we riding fly,
Shining is an everyday thing ,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
That boy next to me, he pushing XTC,
Got ya girl dick sucking in a lexus jeep,
Nigga hood rich stars, pushing fly ass cars,
Bitches love..
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
On the block where the cops glocks won't stop,
all night hustle niggas trying to weigh it out,
we get money nigga, if you gonna flip it you get
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
If you don't know kid, I slang that blow shit,
But they can't catch a nigga like me with no evidence up in my residence,
Cuz I'm
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Triple beam lab, ghetto machines,
Cocaine, Coco leaf, marijuana this is street dreams,
Biatch, he's out the penn this our life we got..
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
In the Florida Keys my nigga Trick front ki's,
Hook a buck, half a buck and even OZ's
Nigga get ya game up,
If you want ya fame up, I'm the
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns,
big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv,
Keep it real and have no fear when it comes to...
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
Cocaine and Rogaine, I got it cousin,
Ain't got my money than the mutha fuckin' eagle bustin'
You know the real bruh, these niggas kill for the,
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Baby]
We drive Range Rovers, Cadillacs and Maybachs,
Game over, bitch nigga we was born soldiers,
We do it one way, the hard way get it up fasho nigga
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT !
[Mannie Fresh]
For the power of the Kitty Cat,
Niggaz gettin' at,
Moving blow out the sto' where they sittin at,
Please, fuck the cops, niggaz choppin up rocks, to get
BIG MONEY HEAVYWEIGHT ! (WEIGHT, WEIGHT, WEIGHT)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Project Bitch (remix) Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G.)
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, and her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "$" on yo chest
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it and be puttin they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me out an sold out
but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house
Nigga started fuckin one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back to ya house
Cause lord this mothrfuckin dick good and it always be hard
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck
I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a brat type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: B.G.]
Ohh yeah!
I like tha ones that know go straight to her knees
Properly please properly serve BG
It ain't no other breed no other kind or type
Believe them rillas out tha PJ's nothin nice
Behind their man run, they gone chase somethin
Tie ya down and spray that mace in yo face cuzen
They take that dick good like they know it ain't no tomorrow
They get on top and oh they just a jumpin
I love that I let them do what do I don't stop em
Watch her do her thing I just lay back and watch her
They know they burnin know they on fire
They know they hot as it can't get can't get no hotter
They sport Finded sport Iceberg and Powdler
I can't help that I love ghetto hood P poppers
I want be right if i ain't got a bitch
that's ghetto fab and com'n straight out tha bricks
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, and her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "$" on yo chest
[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it and be puttin they mouth on it
An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
an said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me out an sold out
but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house
Nigga started fuckin one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back to ya house
Cause lord this mothrfuckin dick good and it always be hard
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a nigga could catch me r'd up
Them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck
I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe
Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a brat type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: B.G.]
Ohh yeah!
I like tha ones that know go straight to her knees
Properly please properly serve BG
It ain't no other breed no other kind or type
Believe them rillas out tha PJ's nothin nice
Behind their man run, they gone chase somethin
Tie ya down and spray that mace in yo face cuzen
They take that dick good like they know it ain't no tomorrow
They get on top and oh they just a jumpin
I love that I let them do what do I don't stop em
Watch her do her thing I just lay back and watch her
They know they burnin know they on fire
They know they hot as it can't get can't get no hotter
They sport Finded sport Iceberg and Powdler
I can't help that I love ghetto hood P poppers
I want be right if i ain't got a bitch
that's ghetto fab and com'n straight out tha bricks
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Stuntastic Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. B.G.)
[B.G.]
What's happenin', nigga
B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers, nigga
You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me
[Bling, -ling, -ling]
You know me and my clique stand out
It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out
Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house
Man, that ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down
Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around
You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown
Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down
Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain
But I advise you: don't come around without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'
But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic
[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[Baby]
I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit
I be stun'n
Step in the club and buy the vault
I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know who I am
You know Cash Money my fam'
Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear
Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice
Shake it up
When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up
Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction
I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n
[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[Mannie Fresh]
Lil' one, I been paid
Two-thousand-ten escalade
Did I tell you how the seats made
Crocodile and mink suede
I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers
I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'
Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues
My neck on another level
My life on another level
Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch, please
My bank account Hercules
[B.G.]
It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),
stop (stop), freeze (freeze)
[Mannie Fresh]
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it
It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic
Hook - 3x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[B.G.]
Nigga,
We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
You dig
Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya heard me
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock
How you love that
Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga
Yeah slip up if you want
You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money
[B.G.]
What's happenin', nigga
B.Geezy, Baby, Mannie Fresh, nigga
Big Tymers, nigga
You know we be stun'n our ass off, ya heard me
[Bling, -ling, -ling]
You know me and my clique stand out
It's bling-a-ling every time we stick our hand out
Eyes can't take it - motherfuckers turn they head around
I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house
Man, that ice the motherfucker
Don't forget the whip - twenty-inches and TV's
Navigation system, Dreamcast, all in the Bentley
Everyday of the week I be jumpin' in somethin' different
Bikes, Lexus Trucks - everyday I be switchin'
My big round, Baby, taught me how to lay my stunt down
Come 'round the corner once, leave, switch up, come back around
You know how it go down on a Sunday uptown
Wrist hangin' out the window of the Jag with the top down
Later on that evenin', corner pocket off the chain
But I advise you: don't come around without that thing
'Cause them vultures be out and believe they be jackin'
But they know I'm a made nigga - I still be stuntastic
[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at them princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[Baby]
I ride top-notch shit, nigga, all the hot shit
On a Sunday I pull out all my drop-top shit
I be stun'n
Step in the club and buy the vault
I know them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know who I am
You know Cash Money my fam'
Who else could it be with me and Geezy spinnin' that Lam'
Rockin' that ice, poppin' that cham'
Jumpin' out in front a warehouse dressed in Hot Boy wear
Glock on my side - you know we ain't gettin' checked at the door
Get outta line, we leave a nigga brains on the dance floor
Back to the coffee cup and drop the ice
Shake it up
When it come out, it's gon' fuck your eyes up
Like I said last time: I don't need no introduction
I'm the number-one when it come down to the stun'n
[Hook - 2x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[Mannie Fresh]
Lil' one, I been paid
Two-thousand-ten escalade
Did I tell you how the seats made
Crocodile and mink suede
I touch y'all niggas' arms with candy-coated choppers
I fed these hoes fettuccini while you was feedin' 'em whoppers
I could take the ugliest bitch and turn her into somethin'
And take a whack-ass track and have that bitch bumpin'
Nigga, Liberacci ain't got nothin' on me
I got one diamond, and one ring bigger than your whole future, g
Shorty, you ain't heard the news? I'm ridin' on twenty-twos
I take the groom bride and give that hoe the blues
My neck on another level
My life on another level
Alright, you got a Benz - and, nigga, I'm pushin' the space shuttle
Bitch, please
My bank account Hercules
[B.G.]
It's, zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, (comma),
stop (stop), freeze (freeze)
[Mannie Fresh]
Whatever you got, lil' daddy, believe me - I been had it
It's just in my life and my nature and my way to be stuntastic
Hook - 3x (B.G.)]
It's stuntastic
Straight out the plastic
If they got drastic
Big Tymers is off the heezy
It's ballerific
Cash Money gifted
It's very hard to look at these princess cuts 'cause they be glistenin'
[B.G.]
Nigga,
We ballerific and stuntastic, ya heard me
Baby, Mannie Fresh, B.Geezy
You dig
Stun'n 'til we can't stunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Reppin' 'til we can't rep no motherfuckin' more, nigga
Huntin' 'til we can't hunt no motherfuckin' more, nigga
From Lamborghinis to Bentley's to Ferrari's to Jaguars to Hummers
To whatever you got - we got it and then some
Ya heard me
From princess cuts to baguettes
to whatever kind of diamonds they got, we got it, nigga
It don't stop, ya heard me
Cash Money, nigga, got the rap game on lock
How you love that
Baby, Mannie Fresh - they got that work, nigga
And I got that pistol under my shirt, nigga
Yeah slip up if you want
You get put sixty feet under the dirt, nigga
CMR-a, Hot Boys, Cash Money
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Beat It Up Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Tateeze)
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh):]
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
You Know You want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Sure Do
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Its true
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Bring It On
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
And i'm gone
[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
With so much pussy on the city streets,
its kinda hard for a pimp keepin with these freaks,
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts,
Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin with nuts,
I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin mack,
Dick like a stick breaking off in your back,
Its explicit when I gets it baby all night long,
knock your head against the bead till the insides gone,
Give you big long wood, beat it real good,
I ain't your man, i ain't stan, but I wish I could,
An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser,
Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha,
Ride that pole, make you say "OH"
The sex is incredible, the dick is like "WOAH"
Cussin, lustin, bout to get a nut when she looked at me,
and said
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I
Pack a big dick down in the drawers,
I'm the neighbourhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer,
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it
Make that ass clap everytime that I hit it
Now all I need, is liquor and weed,
two dyke bitches straight down to get g's
[Baby]
See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it,
Cuz I moved up,
Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum,
Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none,
But you can have some, see I played homie
Fucked the bedspreads up, cuz I banged on it
Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie
These same ass words from the same song, the same song
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh)]
See this story takes place on a late night
I was on the lakefront trying to get some act right
Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game
I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did
Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shit
I just don't believe it, how could she concieve it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat
Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
Get your shit together shorty, clean your lil funky ass
Been alot of places, did alot of shows, met alot of people
fucked alot of hoes, I
[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh):]
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
You Know You want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Sure Do
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Its true
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
Bring It On
[Tateeze]
You know you want this pussy
[Mannie Fresh]
And i'm gone
[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
With so much pussy on the city streets,
its kinda hard for a pimp keepin with these freaks,
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts,
Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin with nuts,
I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin mack,
Dick like a stick breaking off in your back,
Its explicit when I gets it baby all night long,
knock your head against the bead till the insides gone,
Give you big long wood, beat it real good,
I ain't your man, i ain't stan, but I wish I could,
An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser,
Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha,
Ride that pole, make you say "OH"
The sex is incredible, the dick is like "WOAH"
Cussin, lustin, bout to get a nut when she looked at me,
and said
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
[Verse 2 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I
Pack a big dick down in the drawers,
I'm the neighbourhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer,
Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it
Make that ass clap everytime that I hit it
Now all I need, is liquor and weed,
two dyke bitches straight down to get g's
[Baby]
See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it,
Cuz I moved up,
Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum,
Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none,
But you can have some, see I played homie
Fucked the bedspreads up, cuz I banged on it
Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie
These same ass words from the same song, the same song
[Chorus X1 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh)]
See this story takes place on a late night
I was on the lakefront trying to get some act right
Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game
I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
Something said stick my finger in it so I did
Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shit
I just don't believe it, how could she concieve it
My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat
Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
Get your shit together shorty, clean your lil funky ass
Been alot of places, did alot of shows, met alot of people
fucked alot of hoes, I
[Chorus X2 (Tateeze & Mannie Fresh)]
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Ballin' Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Bun B)
[Baby]
Now since I live in these motherfucking projects
Police don't want to see us in cadillacs
I bought a woman on gold to match my goals
And I don't have to drop one of my hoes
I got a Lexus and a Benz
Expedition on chrome partner
With 20 inch rims
A hummer and a rose royce
I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga
I'm a ball till I fall
Talk shit till I fuck
I'ma fly till I die
Shake till I break
I'ma bake these cakes and drink alizate
And fuck a different bitch every night of the week
I'ma shop till pop and keep a high price partner
Range and rove, got a mouth full a gold
And I love these hoes
Niggas wearing Rolexes
Spendin 50 or better till coming back from Texas
Bustin leafs and leather
Got a hummer full of bricks
Cuz I know I'm the shit, you can believe that nigga
Got diamonds and golds so I can blind these hoes
I'ma ball till fall, spending g's at the mall
Have a big ballin party, inviting all y'all
10 G's around my neck, 50 g's on my rolex
100 G's on my Benz, 20 G's on my rims
5 G's just laying on the floor
I party, hit the dope and give you 5 G's son
The old man never seen that much cash before
700 G's stashed away for my son
I hit it harder and get some cold rum
Downstairs has 2 million just in case I die
Baby we ain't gonna ride
The little BC gonna ball till I die
Playboy, tell me how you luv that?
[Mannie Fresh]
I got so many cars I don't know what to do
I got so many hoes I'll give one to you
Lexus laying wit the TV playin, that my CO
Projects swallow me, cuz I'm negro
The cornrolls don't got a hummer man
The broads too I keep the hurricane
Nigga raw street, thats the bubblied Benz
Nigga raw folks, wit the Batman Benz, come on
Put your eyes on this nigga Baby
Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe
I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram
Out of state hoes wit diamond rings
7 nigga teens
Look at the fuckin karats on your triple beam
How you luv that?
Lexus wit the blue stripe
Can you take that Apollo with the white ass pipes
100's, 1000's, millions, damn
Like from 6 till noon, I buy a whole building man
[Bun B]
Bitch we top of the line
Never fuck wit niggas that drop a dime
Thinking we ballin I'll fuck if you mine
Your talks is too high. there's some diamonds bout to be blind
Stop some time, then you can possibly climb
I got Cash Money to prove it
Walking and talking like I'm all cute and
Refreshen and reuse it
With cars you can't purchase
While you strugglin for 2 g's at churches
Nobody searchin, they just find and drop the bitch
Probably looking for the boy, so we can get out this bitch
Now the drink is on us, for the fights no fuck
I'm visiting a whore, hoes only got butts, get naked
and show cunts
I need fucking sucking ass blowing
Now just back up and show us your butt
Blow up when you see us
Go down the beach and get some Reeses
If don't believe it, ask Jesus
Bitch we ballin
[Baby]
Now since I live in these motherfucking projects
Police don't want to see us in cadillacs
I bought a woman on gold to match my goals
And I don't have to drop one of my hoes
I got a Lexus and a Benz
Expedition on chrome partner
With 20 inch rims
A hummer and a rose royce
I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga
I'm a ball till I fall
Talk shit till I fuck
I'ma fly till I die
Shake till I break
I'ma bake these cakes and drink alizate
And fuck a different bitch every night of the week
I'ma shop till pop and keep a high price partner
Range and rove, got a mouth full a gold
And I love these hoes
Niggas wearing Rolexes
Spendin 50 or better till coming back from Texas
Bustin leafs and leather
Got a hummer full of bricks
Cuz I know I'm the shit, you can believe that nigga
Got diamonds and golds so I can blind these hoes
I'ma ball till fall, spending g's at the mall
Have a big ballin party, inviting all y'all
10 G's around my neck, 50 g's on my rolex
100 G's on my Benz, 20 G's on my rims
5 G's just laying on the floor
I party, hit the dope and give you 5 G's son
The old man never seen that much cash before
700 G's stashed away for my son
I hit it harder and get some cold rum
Downstairs has 2 million just in case I die
Baby we ain't gonna ride
The little BC gonna ball till I die
Playboy, tell me how you luv that?
[Mannie Fresh]
I got so many cars I don't know what to do
I got so many hoes I'll give one to you
Lexus laying wit the TV playin, that my CO
Projects swallow me, cuz I'm negro
The cornrolls don't got a hummer man
The broads too I keep the hurricane
Nigga raw street, thats the bubblied Benz
Nigga raw folks, wit the Batman Benz, come on
Put your eyes on this nigga Baby
Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe
I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram
Out of state hoes wit diamond rings
7 nigga teens
Look at the fuckin karats on your triple beam
How you luv that?
Lexus wit the blue stripe
Can you take that Apollo with the white ass pipes
100's, 1000's, millions, damn
Like from 6 till noon, I buy a whole building man
[Bun B]
Bitch we top of the line
Never fuck wit niggas that drop a dime
Thinking we ballin I'll fuck if you mine
Your talks is too high. there's some diamonds bout to be blind
Stop some time, then you can possibly climb
I got Cash Money to prove it
Walking and talking like I'm all cute and
Refreshen and reuse it
With cars you can't purchase
While you strugglin for 2 g's at churches
Nobody searchin, they just find and drop the bitch
Probably looking for the boy, so we can get out this bitch
Now the drink is on us, for the fights no fuck
I'm visiting a whore, hoes only got butts, get naked
and show cunts
I need fucking sucking ass blowing
Now just back up and show us your butt
Blow up when you see us
Go down the beach and get some Reeses
If don't believe it, ask Jesus
Bitch we ballin
Sunday, November 30, 2008
No Love Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be designer baby, Its a beatiful life !
[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
I roll through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the mutha fuckin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who I are,
They don't want to fuck me they want to fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project bitch from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you bitch,
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my nigga,
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my mutha fuckin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant ass banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that shit,
And I'm coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck y'all haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your face,
And fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin'
[Chorus X2]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be designer baby, Its a beatiful life !
[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
I roll through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the mutha fuckin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who I are,
They don't want to fuck me they want to fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project bitch from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you bitch,
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my nigga,
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my mutha fuckin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant ass banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that shit,
And I'm coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck y'all haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your face,
And fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin'
[Chorus X2]
Friday, November 28, 2008
Millionaire Dream Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Lil' Wayne)
Whazzup
This the life nigga
Check
[Verse 1]
I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B.
I floss everyday wootay
Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
What
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And baguettes on my wrist [Bling]
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin a millionaires dream (wootay)
[Verse 2]
Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night
Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose
Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch
B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone
Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome
Playa Haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ???
CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two children
Going to these white folks and demandin millions
Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures
And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes
When I'm pimp in the game
Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped
I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
??? so I'ma cruise to the next life
Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some G's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig
[Baby Talking]
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Young niggas wearin cracka gators
All my life eatin steak and potatoes
Valet please get the beige Mercedes
It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula
Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel
Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith
Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the weenie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here Baby I'ma get wit you
Whazzup
This the life nigga
Check
[Verse 1]
I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist
Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss
Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P
Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B.
I floss everyday wootay
Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley
What the deal on the real it's all about scrill
Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah
Ridin to myself up in my baby benz
Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends
Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty
Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby
See the $ on my back symbolize my click
See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich
Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it
All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy
Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better
And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel
What
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got ten around my neck (mm mm)
And baguettes on my wrist [Bling]
See we ball till we fall (la la)
Livin a millionaires dream (wootay)
[Verse 2]
Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit
That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit
Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right
Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night
Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch
Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist
Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in
If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million
Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes
Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose
Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch
B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this
Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit
If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get
Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone
Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome
Playa Haters want to picture me fallin'
If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin
Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ???
CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga
Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold
For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings
And duck these killings
And tipping these niggas tryina have billions
I just wanna raise my two children
Going to these white folks and demandin millions
Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures
And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em
And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions
See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime
Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes
But I still got my ghetto stripes
When I'm pimp in the game
Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night
Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped
I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop"
Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right
Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right
I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right
??? so I'ma cruise to the next life
Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight
If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight
That's how it be worth some G's
Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit
You dig
[Baby Talking]
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Young niggas wearin cracka gators
All my life eatin steak and potatoes
Valet please get the beige Mercedes
It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us
Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular
Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula
Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel
Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal
It's marvelous, the life I live
Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give
Rolex's for everyday of the week
Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith
Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis
Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini
Givin all these project hoes the weenie
On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me
Life styles of the rich and richer
Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture
Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week
Now how that shit hit you
Look here Baby I'ma get wit you
Monday, November 24, 2008
Still Fly Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Baby :]
Whats up Fresh , its our turn baby
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da
[Baby :]
gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride
You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
and go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, coogi sweater
twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy i fly in any weather
Aligator seats with the head in the
inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1 dont tangle and twisle
when it come to these cars i am that nigga
The gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in tha middle
Its Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
We shine like paint daddy this our summer
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but i'm hood rich da dada dada da
[Fresh :]
Have you ever seen the crocidile seats in the truck ?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani,
With Your baby moma playa is where u can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadilac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With the navivgation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Suma tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that ?
I'ma show you some shit when you press that button
The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didnt see no wire's, and then i heard boom from the amplifiers
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala Loud pipes, Drinkin that Hen
Its the birdy birdy man ill do it again
In the Cadilac truck 24's with 10's
Lookin at my Gucci its about that time
6 bad broads flyin in at 9
New suburban truck with the porno showin'
Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer
Mommy thats your truck
Im coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and i wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
the rims keep spinnin every time i stop
I got a superman benz that i scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
Whats up Fresh , its our turn baby
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da
[Baby :]
gotcha car play gems on shine, said its mine, get a mink, baby girl lets ride
You da Numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
and go straight to the mall, and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather, Burbons cooler, coogi sweater
twenty inches pop my feather, The Bird man daddy i fly in any weather
Aligator seats with the head in the
inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1 dont tangle and twisle
when it come to these cars i am that nigga
The gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in tha middle
Its Fresh and stunna and we like brothers,
We shine like paint daddy this our summer
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but i'm hood rich da dada dada da
[Fresh :]
Have you ever seen the crocidile seats in the truck ?
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani,
With Your baby moma playa is where u can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadilac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With the navivgation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Suma tuma tires and they gotta be run flat
T.V. where the horn go, boy can you top that ?
I'ma show you some shit when you press that button
The trunk went Eh-eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didnt see no wire's, and then i heard boom from the amplifiers
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright cause i'm gon' ride
got everything in my moma's name
but im hood rich da dada dada da
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala Loud pipes, Drinkin that Hen
Its the birdy birdy man ill do it again
In the Cadilac truck 24's with 10's
Lookin at my Gucci its about that time
6 bad broads flyin in at 9
New suburban truck with the porno showin'
Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hard top beamer
Mommy thats your truck
Im coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and i wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
the rims keep spinnin every time i stop
I got a superman benz that i scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent
but thats ok, cause im still fly
Friday, November 21, 2008
Stun'n (remix) Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Lil' Wayne, PapaRue)
[Baby]
Now since my gear be on shine
These haters be packin' dey nine
But look playa I'm down for mine
Try'n to catch me at the red light gettin my shine
But I use my nina to protect me at all times
I just bought that new lexus, that 1998
The bubble lights boy wit' them 19 inches
See I'ma talk about my Humvee at the end of my rhyme
I just bought that new Range Rover wit' them six new tires
Now every broad I know I done sexed at least one time
Now playboy, tell me how you love that
[Mannie Fresh]
Last night, i got a call on my phone
Ike Turner wanna make a "gangsta slap-a-broad" pimp song
He said "I called you man cause you the realest"
Lay it down, lay it down, cause these broads love Willis
Have "woes' that suck toes and wash clothes
Playas try to fit ya like a pair of Girbauds
Girls in the morn'n to brush my teeth
Lil' girls wit curls love to wipe my feet
BLING, diamonds glistenin' everywhere
It's allright for that girl look at me, y'all let her stare
Baby, I know I'm gorgeous, cause I'm the largest
Jet skiis and M3's in my garag-es
[Chorus: PapaRue]
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's
We love stun'n and givin' these broads the blues
Fresh got a Burban that's sittin' on 20's fool
Woodgrain, TV's and it's all cool [2x]
[Baby]
Now playa, tell me how you can beat this
A million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you defeat this
Wit all new homes, 8 of 'em
The Hot Boy$ new album, Guerilla Warfare and it jumped of strong
I spent 2 million buildin' my own home, wit a million dollars worth of furniture
All on wood grain homie
See playa, I ain't gotta stunt cause I can bag 'em up, believe dis
Ask the police at Eastover has he seen this
Playa, wit diamonds and gold across the T-O-P
And every broad in my passenger seat I done sexed fo' free
These broads, I love to sex 'em til they see
That I aim to succeed to be a top rank in this industry
And my Humvee, playboy, I got so much wood in this vehicle
You gotta see it, it should be a coffin seat
Wit four brand new TV's wit VCR
The Big Tymer$ new video gon' air on tomorrow
Ridin' on 32's and you can't miss these G's
All on chrome from the heart of the U.P.T.
When I get my big baller party
Playa, I'ma let all these tenderonies drink for free, Domm P.
And Cristal, you know how we play it boy when we comin' through in that Humvee
[Chorus]
[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh
Shooney nooney nowny no, come down, come down
[Lil Wayne]
Now, we be Big Tymers wit the diamonds sparklin'
Some of uptowns finest, we ballin'
I'm the smallest soldier in the click
but still ride bir ol' black on black trucks wit kits
See everybody get they shine on at 226
CMB, flash ya wrist and let ya diamonds glisten, remix
My boys poppin' champagne
Lil Wayne in the marrow wit the bubble frame
Uh-huh, we the ones wit the stretch Hummer
A helicopter, Benz, Burban, and a Lex bubble
I play the platinum Navigator when I ride
5 thousand dollar high sippin' Cristal
I got twenty on my finger, look it's all gravy
They say it's all about Fresh and all about Baby
Big Tymers, boy you know how we play
Worth about a hundred mill on a bad day
We love STUN'N
[chorus]
[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh [2x]
Cash Money, fo' you and ju
PapaRue, fo and ju
[Baby]
Now since my gear be on shine
These haters be packin' dey nine
But look playa I'm down for mine
Try'n to catch me at the red light gettin my shine
But I use my nina to protect me at all times
I just bought that new lexus, that 1998
The bubble lights boy wit' them 19 inches
See I'ma talk about my Humvee at the end of my rhyme
I just bought that new Range Rover wit' them six new tires
Now every broad I know I done sexed at least one time
Now playboy, tell me how you love that
[Mannie Fresh]
Last night, i got a call on my phone
Ike Turner wanna make a "gangsta slap-a-broad" pimp song
He said "I called you man cause you the realest"
Lay it down, lay it down, cause these broads love Willis
Have "woes' that suck toes and wash clothes
Playas try to fit ya like a pair of Girbauds
Girls in the morn'n to brush my teeth
Lil' girls wit curls love to wipe my feet
BLING, diamonds glistenin' everywhere
It's allright for that girl look at me, y'all let her stare
Baby, I know I'm gorgeous, cause I'm the largest
Jet skiis and M3's in my garag-es
[Chorus: PapaRue]
I bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's
We love stun'n and givin' these broads the blues
Fresh got a Burban that's sittin' on 20's fool
Woodgrain, TV's and it's all cool [2x]
[Baby]
Now playa, tell me how you can beat this
A million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you defeat this
Wit all new homes, 8 of 'em
The Hot Boy$ new album, Guerilla Warfare and it jumped of strong
I spent 2 million buildin' my own home, wit a million dollars worth of furniture
All on wood grain homie
See playa, I ain't gotta stunt cause I can bag 'em up, believe dis
Ask the police at Eastover has he seen this
Playa, wit diamonds and gold across the T-O-P
And every broad in my passenger seat I done sexed fo' free
These broads, I love to sex 'em til they see
That I aim to succeed to be a top rank in this industry
And my Humvee, playboy, I got so much wood in this vehicle
You gotta see it, it should be a coffin seat
Wit four brand new TV's wit VCR
The Big Tymer$ new video gon' air on tomorrow
Ridin' on 32's and you can't miss these G's
All on chrome from the heart of the U.P.T.
When I get my big baller party
Playa, I'ma let all these tenderonies drink for free, Domm P.
And Cristal, you know how we play it boy when we comin' through in that Humvee
[Chorus]
[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh
Shooney nooney nowny no, come down, come down
[Lil Wayne]
Now, we be Big Tymers wit the diamonds sparklin'
Some of uptowns finest, we ballin'
I'm the smallest soldier in the click
but still ride bir ol' black on black trucks wit kits
See everybody get they shine on at 226
CMB, flash ya wrist and let ya diamonds glisten, remix
My boys poppin' champagne
Lil Wayne in the marrow wit the bubble frame
Uh-huh, we the ones wit the stretch Hummer
A helicopter, Benz, Burban, and a Lex bubble
I play the platinum Navigator when I ride
5 thousand dollar high sippin' Cristal
I got twenty on my finger, look it's all gravy
They say it's all about Fresh and all about Baby
Big Tymers, boy you know how we play
Worth about a hundred mill on a bad day
We love STUN'N
[chorus]
[PapaRue]
Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no
Oh oh [2x]
Cash Money, fo' you and ju
PapaRue, fo and ju
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Hello Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Intro]
[Man:] Ladies and gentlemen, see its like
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello Hello
[Man:] See baby
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello, Hello
[Verse 1]
[Man:] Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
[Woman:] But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
[Man:] By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes
[Woman:] And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes
[Man:] Now I fucked you and your sister too
[Woman:] My auntie and my cousin Boo
[Man:] But I think I should let you go
[Woman:] Tell me, why you don't love me no more
[Conversation between man and woman. Arguing]
[Verse 2]
[Woman:] You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell
[Man:] But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail
[Woman:] Now I been waiting for you everyday
[Man:] But I here messy shit from niggas around the way
[Woman:] Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out
[Man:] But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth
[Woman:] nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit
[Man:] well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch
[Conversation between man and woman arguing]
[Man:] Ladies and gentlemen, see its like
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello Hello
[Man:] See baby
Hello, Hello, Hello
[Woman:] Hello, Hello
[Verse 1]
[Man:] Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
[Woman:] But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
[Man:] By the time I got to tenth grade baby I was pushing dimes
[Woman:] And who would ever think you would get paid off for saying rhymes
[Man:] Now I fucked you and your sister too
[Woman:] My auntie and my cousin Boo
[Man:] But I think I should let you go
[Woman:] Tell me, why you don't love me no more
[Conversation between man and woman. Arguing]
[Verse 2]
[Woman:] You got a lot money now you think your shit don't smell
[Man:] But you wouldn't accept my calls when I went to jail
[Woman:] Now I been waiting for you everyday
[Man:] But I here messy shit from niggas around the way
[Woman:] Now I kept the pussy on lock till u got out
[Man:] But what about the freaky shit that you done with your mouth
[Woman:] nigga I hate your guts, boy you ain't shit
[Man:] well I feel the same way about you stankass scandless bitch
[Conversation between man and woman arguing]
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tear It Up Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. B.G., Lil Wayne)
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
[Mannie Fresh]
Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist
[Lil Wayne]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my ??? is to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers
[Lil Wayne]
Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T.
Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that
What's happenin' Shipa (???)
Hot Boy gangsta rap writer
I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter
My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you
He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two
(Ha Ha)
Now wait what where my guns at
Where all my niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
[Mannie Fresh]
Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby
2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby
Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up
You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt
Breathe it up like town
I represent down
7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown
Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up
Then knock a bitch out again
Y'all pick the bitch up
I ask a bitch like Mia
How the fuck you gonna see a
Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM)
What's the difference between me and your pipes
Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites
I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist
[Lil Wayne]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us
Get your guns up
We come and tear it up (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us (huh)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come to (what)
Tear this mother up (huh)
Friday, November 14, 2008
No, No Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] This is for the riders
This is-
This is, for the riders
[Fresh] If the bitch that you with give fucked-up head
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you ask for the pussy, and she always in the red
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your P.O. make you try to pee in a cup
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga try to stick a big dick in your butt
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga throwin' up, and he ain't full of that puff
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga runnin' up, and he ain't got his guns up
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga sellin' crack, and ain't packin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga ain't fuckin' his bitch from the back
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga break in your shit, and steal your cash
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you unlock your door and find he hittin' that ass
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your boyfriend fuck around with another bitch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] On top of that the nigga burnt ya and gave ya the itch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No he didn't
[Baby] If a cat got a 'llac without Vogues to match
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga score some ki's, and the bullshit wack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga hit the ball with 10G's in stacks
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga bought a car, and can't even rap
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga come around tryin' to lay you down
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga not, and he say he from uptown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a cat try to make you snort a little bit of brown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga ridin' natural, and ain't got no sound
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
[Baby] If a glock with the gauge cut these niggas tryin' to jack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I'm a three-time loser, and I'm totin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] Can't rap, game spit - nigga, understand that
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I fucked this nigga's bitch, and went to his house and: smack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga tryin' to come on your set and run shop
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you're tellin' me you got a go, and a nigga say not
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If his bitch-ass think he won't get popped
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you don't want trouble, nigga, get off the block
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook2x (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
Uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[talking]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-no, no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] Like this
[Lil' Wayne] What
[Mannie Fresh] Goin' into the 2G
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh- [laughs]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'
[Lil' Wayne]
Big Tymers
Lil' Wheezy pull up
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't, nigga!
[Mannie Fresh]
Now, see
That's that nerve
When you find out that ain't your kid
You be like no, n-no, n-n-no, aahw shit!
Now, for these broads out here
Think niggas gon' be buyin' 'em meals
See what I'm sayin'
Give 'em wheels
Hookin' them hoes up with deals
It's like no, n-no, n-n-no I ain't!
See what I'm sayin'
If I could, I would
I can't, so I ain't
See what I'm sayin'
Didn't say anything about it
You hoes gon' have to do without it
It's like that in the 2G
I'm all about my motherfuckin' self
Self, I'm all about you
For the 2000 self, I'm all about you
It's all about me, myself, and I
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
(Fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe)
Ride on there [echoes 8x and fades]
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] Yo
[Wayne] N-no, n-no
[Fresh] This is for the riders
This is-
This is, for the riders
[Fresh] If the bitch that you with give fucked-up head
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you ask for the pussy, and she always in the red
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your P.O. make you try to pee in a cup
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga try to stick a big dick in your butt
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga throwin' up, and he ain't full of that puff
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga runnin' up, and he ain't got his guns up
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga sellin' crack, and ain't packin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga ain't fuckin' his bitch from the back
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga break in your shit, and steal your cash
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you unlock your door and find he hittin' that ass
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If your boyfriend fuck around with another bitch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] On top of that the nigga burnt ya and gave ya the itch
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No he didn't
[Baby] If a cat got a 'llac without Vogues to match
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If a nigga score some ki's, and the bullshit wack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga hit the ball with 10G's in stacks
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] If my nigga bought a car, and can't even rap
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga come around tryin' to lay you down
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga not, and he say he from uptown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a cat try to make you snort a little bit of brown
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga ridin' natural, and ain't got no sound
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook (Lil' Wayne)]
[Baby] If a glock with the gauge cut these niggas tryin' to jack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I'm a three-time loser, and I'm totin' a gat
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] Can't rap, game spit - nigga, understand that
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Baby] I fucked this nigga's bitch, and went to his house and: smack
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If a nigga tryin' to come on your set and run shop
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you're tellin' me you got a go, and a nigga say not
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If his bitch-ass think he won't get popped
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Fresh] If you don't want trouble, nigga, get off the block
[Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Hook2x (Lil' Wayne)]
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
No, n-no, n-no
Uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] What?
[Lil' Wayne] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[talking]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-no, no he didn't
[Mannie Fresh] Like this
[Lil' Wayne] What
[Mannie Fresh] Goin' into the 2G
[Lil' Wayne] They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh- [laughs]
[Mannie Fresh]
See what I'm sayin'
See what I'm sayin'
[Lil' Wayne]
Big Tymers
Lil' Wheezy pull up
They be like no, n-no, n-n-uh-no he didn't, nigga!
[Mannie Fresh]
Now, see
That's that nerve
When you find out that ain't your kid
You be like no, n-no, n-n-no, aahw shit!
Now, for these broads out here
Think niggas gon' be buyin' 'em meals
See what I'm sayin'
Give 'em wheels
Hookin' them hoes up with deals
It's like no, n-no, n-n-no I ain't!
See what I'm sayin'
If I could, I would
I can't, so I ain't
See what I'm sayin'
Didn't say anything about it
You hoes gon' have to do without it
It's like that in the 2G
I'm all about my motherfuckin' self
Self, I'm all about you
For the 2000 self, I'm all about you
It's all about me, myself, and I
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
Fuck a hoe (fuck a hoe)
(Fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe, fuck a hoe)
Ride on there [echoes 8x and fades]
Monday, November 10, 2008
We Hustle Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. B.G., Juvenile, and Turk)
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
Stupid shit - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight
[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught
[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac
[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when shit was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When bitches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
Now everything fucked up
Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
Stupid shit - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight
[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught
[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac
[Hook - Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when shit was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When bitches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
Now everything fucked up
Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me
Friday, November 7, 2008
Lil Mama Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Lac)
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Mannie Fresh]
See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Yo my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick
Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Baby]
Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story
Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Baby]
Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch
[Mannie Fresh]
Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies, get how you live
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Mannie Fresh]
See the story take place in the back of the club
About this shorty that I know and we gone call her "Young Love"
See lil one like pa, he was the neighbor hood baller
Gucci and Lucci drove a candy and prowler
One more thing I forgot to tell
Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell
Yo my fault, Pa was 26
Now back to the story bout' the little lost chick
Your man got lil one in the V.I.P.
With his hands in her pants going "You're so sexy"
Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing
You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering
What's even sadder you don't even know what you're doing
Hey young world your whole life's ruined
But what you don't know gonna hurt you tonight
You didn't use a rubber and Pa ain't right
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Baby]
Man chill in Miami lil head in the projects
On the passenger side with Tammy in the drop Lexus
Me and Fresh at the light in S500 on dub deuces
Bumping some old Cash Money
Got 10 round my neck, 20 on my wrist
Million dollar nut, million dollar kiss
Pull up in the Lexus, sipping on Don P
Hold on Fresh let me get back to this story
Her Sheila freak dealers that only drive Benz
Her mamma said "My daughters gonna end up in the pen"
But wodie she'll fuck for ends and clothing
She thought she made more money from tricking and hoing
But when her nigga scored the dope she held the stacks
And when that nigga hit the club they be full of that yak
She a hard headed, with a diamond in her tongue
And a tattoo on her ass saying "come get some"
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
[Baby]
Now Stone told me "Stunna, Kisha wasn't right,
After the Hot Boys had her I fucked the same night"
Now Kisha from Miami ran with Lisa and Candy
Met her at Coco's on the hot strip dancing
Now Trick Daddy told me bout' mom's new clique
But my lil partner Damian wanted to raw-dog the bitch
I'm a three stunna blinder, pop X with the chick
I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch
[Mannie Fresh]
Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class
Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass
Big wheels, X pills, whatcha know bout' that?
Got the old nigga name tattooed on your back
Bet your mamma don't know that you're fucking and shit
And ever since yay high you've been getting a dick
But it's your life and it's your biz
Four different baby-daddies, get how you live
[Lac (chorus)]
Lil mamma you in third, you should be in first
Do your daddy and your mamma know the way that you curse?
Your lying bout' your age and giving up fast
They need to put you back in first you're moving too fast
When you shake it, shake it, shake it - you need to quit
When drop it, drop it, drop it - that ain't the tip
When you twerk it, twerk it, twerk it- that ain't the lick
When you pop it, pop it, pop it- that ain't the shit
Monday, November 3, 2008
Playboy (don't Hate Me) (vol. 2 Version) Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Bun B, Lil' Wayne)
[Lil Wayne]
I be comin with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches
You'd know who I be
Oh yes you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's h-o-t
Wodie slow down you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon me a mobsta regular
And you can call me on my ce-elier (cellular)
(What) Celebrate and pop the Don-p (beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats (uh-uh)
Middle name's Rabbits
Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin' (huh)
Nigga lil shorty bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater ??
I'm a superstar (star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R (R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy
[Bun B]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby mama lil Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomarrow
Look at your sorrow
Heads gotta meet
Kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil (million)
Rhymin' in and out of beat
In mydazeep ??
Shit don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us
wodie
It's a gang of us wodie
You see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this wodie
You get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank
So much bitch we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom
Bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me
[Baby]
I got these niggas talkin' bout this black on black
hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas' old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'
Goin' to the club with 10 G's
And the bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
Cause I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
Cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
and a penthouse that say "hoe hater"
With tattos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm
And millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like
Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga tha can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called "pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money
niggas
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me
[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
What's happenin' this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhmm Cash Money/Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, The Beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful baby,
it's truly beautiful baby
Now what we playin this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
and see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy
It's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city
Just a city
[Lil Wayne]
I be comin with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches
You'd know who I be
Oh yes you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's h-o-t
Wodie slow down you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon me a mobsta regular
And you can call me on my ce-elier (cellular)
(What) Celebrate and pop the Don-p (beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats (uh-uh)
Middle name's Rabbits
Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin' (huh)
Nigga lil shorty bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater ??
I'm a superstar (star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R (R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy
[Bun B]
We go lights, action, camera
We here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby mama lil Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomarrow
Look at your sorrow
Heads gotta meet
Kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil (million)
Rhymin' in and out of beat
In mydazeep ??
Shit don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us
wodie
It's a gang of us wodie
You see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this wodie
You get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank
So much bitch we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom
Bitch you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me
[Baby]
I got these niggas talkin' bout this black on black
hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas' old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'
Goin' to the club with 10 G's
And the bar tab that's all on Baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
Cause I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
Cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus
and a penthouse that say "hoe hater"
With tattos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm
And millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like
Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga tha can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called "pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money
niggas
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me
[Mannie Fresh (talking)]
What's happenin' this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhmm Cash Money/Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, The Beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful baby,
it's truly beautiful baby
Now what we playin this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
and see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy
It's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city
Just a city
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Let Us Stunt Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. B.G., Turk)
[Baby {talking}]
I got that work
(For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
'Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one
({too low to hear} if you're shined out with a nigga)
It ain't no secret
[Baby]
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas
I'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man
I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider
[B.G.]
Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride
[Baby]
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns 'cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes
[Mannie Fresh]
Y'all better believe!
[Baby]
And I'm tellin' the next rappin' bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie
[Hook (Turk)]
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay 'cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)
[B.G.]
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that
I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B.
'Cause don't nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade
'Cause niggas wonder how I'm eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's
Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling*
We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes
'Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby 'cause me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire
[Hook (Turk)]
[Mannie Fresh]
(What, what, what)
I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger...
...pussy banger
...pain-bringer
Nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with - I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though
[Hook 2x (Turk)]
[Turk]
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us-)
What, nigga?
Let us do what we do
[Big Tymers:] B-3, Mannie Fresh
B.G.
Hot Boys
Cash Money
Juvie, Lil' Wheezy
Suga Slim and his bitch
[Lil' Turk]
(Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?
[Baby {talking}]
I got that work
(For sure)
I got that work, nigga
Hustle - death if you hustle with us
(I'll front ya, boy)
'Cause I'ma put that work on your life, lil' one
({too low to hear} if you're shined out with a nigga)
It ain't no secret
[Baby]
I'm that nigga, Baby
But my niggas, they call me Atrice
Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average
On another level, nigga - millionaire status
Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas
I'm a boss nigga
Buy whatever, don't give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga
I like to floss, nigga
It ain't no secret: I'm the number-one stuntman
You come at me wrong, you'll be in the trunk, man
I'm a O.G. shot caller - Big Tymer
Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver
Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider
[B.G.]
Don't test the water - look, believe B.'ll ride
[Baby]
Nigga, I'm a millionaire
Tote two guns 'cause I've been there
Lil' wodie, you don't wanna go there
I'm fuckin' all these hoes
[Mannie Fresh]
Y'all better believe!
[Baby]
And I'm tellin' the next rappin' bitch what's up my sleeve, wodie
[Hook (Turk)]
Bitches say we stunt too much (much)
It's okay 'cause we can back it up (up)
Know you gon' let us do what we do (do)
Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too)
[B.G.]
(Look, look, it's a- it's a- a checkmate, checkmate)
Ain't it a bitch how I be stun'n - I know, but I can do that
I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, "Who that?"
Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H.B.
'Cause don't nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB
Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade
'Cause niggas wonder how I'm eighteen and already made
I done been through it - from bustin' heads to doin' time
Now I'm on that level to where I got the right to shine
Me and my clique hit the scene - Ree's, jeans, and T's
Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling*
We be thuggin' to the fullest - stay handlin' hoes
'Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes
I ain't trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga
But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga
Tossin' bitches is a hobby 'cause me and my niggas share
Gotta respect that's the life for this Cash Money Millionaire
[Hook (Turk)]
[Mannie Fresh]
(What, what, what)
I know y'all sayin', "Look here - what the fuck is that?"
A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy - made by Cadillac
Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather
Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather
They go, "Whooooo!", when I fly by they shit
They go, "Oooooh!", you diggity? Just don't quit
I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll
I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall
Turbo-charged dick slinger...
...pussy banger
...pain-bringer
Nasty in-and-out finger
See that girl that you're with - I did that shit
Any girl that you get, I'ma hit that bitch
Last year: helicopter playa - hello
This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle
You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do
And if you're a real hot girl you'll let me fuck your crew
For real, though
[Hook 2x (Turk)]
[Turk]
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
Let us do what we do, let us do what we do
(Let us-)
What, nigga?
Let us do what we do
[Big Tymers:] B-3, Mannie Fresh
B.G.
Hot Boys
Cash Money
Juvie, Lil' Wheezy
Suga Slim and his bitch
[Lil' Turk]
(Nigga)
CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me
How ya lovin' that?
Nigga, how ya lovin' that?
Nigga, now how ya lovin' that?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Rocky Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. Juvenile)
[Baby]
Stay in line, bitch
Get your mind right
Let's go, playboy
Look:
I'll bat the piss out a bitch quick
[M.] Oh yeah, he'll do it!
I'll wilin' off that Ruby Red and Absolute
Catch me hoppin' out somethin' from 2002
Leave a scar on your hoe from the side of my shoe
Bitches gotten fucked up - I ain't never been cheap
All I know is bricks, money, pussy, and streets
Niggas hatin' 'cause my teeth lookin' like they piece
I done spent about a-hundred-fifty grand at least
Boy, don't make me smile 'cause I'll blind a bitch
Hoes shout when I pass - that's a Tymer, bitch
Don't pop up at the house, you might find your bitch
on my video tape - man, rewind that shit
And if my main hoe flip, she get one for that
If she takin' private trips, her lip hung for that
I don't love no hoe - after I fuck 'em, I don't know 'em
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Mannie Fresh]
Meet me at the cat cave, bitch, in a hour
And I'ma show your dog ass, yo, I got the power
to have you screamin', "No, no!"
Shove you in your go-go
I got my nut - I'm 'bout to get up and take a photo
Wait a minute, hold up, baby, slow it down
Touch your toes, toot your ass, now turn around
And admit you the shit - damn, I love you, girl
Yeah, I'm lyin', but I'm tryin' to fuck up your whole world
Got your picture suckin' dicks in a big black Chevy
What your name? That's a shame - I forgot already
I told 'em you got super-suction on your head
I told 'em you do bad-ass tricks in the bed
I told 'em you could flip and land dead on the dick
I told 'em they could do you next, freak, 'cause I quit
Catch you from behind
Bend your perfect spine
Baby got that pussy, but that ass is mine
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Mannie Fresh]
Listen up, lil' nigga - I got a story to tell
'bout a bitch that I left down in ATL
Went to Miami, and I met a freak
She been workin' on me, slurpin' on me one whole week
Got a freak that I love down in Acetown
Can't remember how she look 'cause she keep her face down
One in L.A., two in New York
One in Chicago, stay in Hyde Park
Three from China
One in Carolina
Ten in my city
Six of 'em pretty
Lil' momma from Tennessee: drunk off Hennessy
I should've stuck her a long time ago, but she killin' me
[Baby]
I love this lifestyle 'cause I'm real with this shit
Been runnin' 'round uptown with the baddest bitches
Took a flight to Chicago to holler at my clique
Rollers, hustlers, and niggas who pimp bitches
My main man, Johnson, Big Man, and Shorty
I got to be here for my son and my daughter
Now five a ki if you're transportin'
My nigga hit a lick and bought a Range Rover
My hoe went to the beef, but I don't know why, wodie
The hoe know I got ki's, dope, and Dosier
Nothin' but guns
Bitch, I'ma show ya
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Juvenile]
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Baby]
Stay in line, bitch
Get your mind right
Let's go, playboy
Look:
I'll bat the piss out a bitch quick
[M.] Oh yeah, he'll do it!
I'll wilin' off that Ruby Red and Absolute
Catch me hoppin' out somethin' from 2002
Leave a scar on your hoe from the side of my shoe
Bitches gotten fucked up - I ain't never been cheap
All I know is bricks, money, pussy, and streets
Niggas hatin' 'cause my teeth lookin' like they piece
I done spent about a-hundred-fifty grand at least
Boy, don't make me smile 'cause I'll blind a bitch
Hoes shout when I pass - that's a Tymer, bitch
Don't pop up at the house, you might find your bitch
on my video tape - man, rewind that shit
And if my main hoe flip, she get one for that
If she takin' private trips, her lip hung for that
I don't love no hoe - after I fuck 'em, I don't know 'em
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Mannie Fresh]
Meet me at the cat cave, bitch, in a hour
And I'ma show your dog ass, yo, I got the power
to have you screamin', "No, no!"
Shove you in your go-go
I got my nut - I'm 'bout to get up and take a photo
Wait a minute, hold up, baby, slow it down
Touch your toes, toot your ass, now turn around
And admit you the shit - damn, I love you, girl
Yeah, I'm lyin', but I'm tryin' to fuck up your whole world
Got your picture suckin' dicks in a big black Chevy
What your name? That's a shame - I forgot already
I told 'em you got super-suction on your head
I told 'em you do bad-ass tricks in the bed
I told 'em you could flip and land dead on the dick
I told 'em they could do you next, freak, 'cause I quit
Catch you from behind
Bend your perfect spine
Baby got that pussy, but that ass is mine
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Mannie Fresh]
Listen up, lil' nigga - I got a story to tell
'bout a bitch that I left down in ATL
Went to Miami, and I met a freak
She been workin' on me, slurpin' on me one whole week
Got a freak that I love down in Acetown
Can't remember how she look 'cause she keep her face down
One in L.A., two in New York
One in Chicago, stay in Hyde Park
Three from China
One in Carolina
Ten in my city
Six of 'em pretty
Lil' momma from Tennessee: drunk off Hennessy
I should've stuck her a long time ago, but she killin' me
[Baby]
I love this lifestyle 'cause I'm real with this shit
Been runnin' 'round uptown with the baddest bitches
Took a flight to Chicago to holler at my clique
Rollers, hustlers, and niggas who pimp bitches
My main man, Johnson, Big Man, and Shorty
I got to be here for my son and my daughter
Now five a ki if you're transportin'
My nigga hit a lick and bought a Range Rover
My hoe went to the beef, but I don't know why, wodie
The hoe know I got ki's, dope, and Dosier
Nothin' but guns
Bitch, I'ma show ya
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, I'm Rocky Balboa
[Hook (Juvenile)]
If lil' momma actin' bad with you, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If lil' one outta line, then, nigga, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If a broad touch yurn, then, nigga, you show her
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
If she wilin' with another nigga, wodie, you go-a
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
[Juvenile]
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Bauw, b-b-bauw, bauw, Rocky Balboa
Monday, October 27, 2008
On Top Of The World Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Mannie]
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda
Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner
Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer, tymer
I ride on chrome givin bitches the blues
Got the brand new Mo-Moes, twenty inch shoes
Every city I go, these hoes know
Dick slingin contest after the show
Shootin off like a cannon, nuts landin
Right up in va-gana, dick still standin
Hard like a mack test, mega mess
I love it when you walk around showin ya breast
Load music got us shinin, drinkin wine
Bustin out rubbers like it's 1999
Diamonds like street lights, racin bikes
Candy paint, chromed out, dual pipes
I wish I could love every broad the same
Have kids all over with my last name
Ya'll niggas don't think I'm serious, huh
Ya'll think it's a game
But I'm bout the money, the bitches, the cars, and the fame
[Chorus]
Ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world)
Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Ya ride 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg
Everyday, all day, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world)
Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Ya ride on 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg
[Baby]
Nigga, know me as a big wheeler, nigga call me a car dealer
I'm gon' floss 'til the lord steal me
I'm gon ball like a dawg, nigga feel me
Lamborgini's bullet proof, nigga you can't kill me
Vacationin at Las Vegas casinoes
Wit about 100 G's worth of c-notes
Lookin at all these pretty hoes
Gettin beeps from my niggas 'bout some cash flow
I gotta head back to the motherfuckin N.O.
And clique up wit my motherfuckin negroes
And tell Stank get the Lexus cruise 4 doors
And beep the clique, tell 'em strap we 'bout to roll
Go and eat fetticini with the main hoes
And where trillionaire earrings how the game go
Billionaire status from this fuckin rap flow
Tattoed and I'm dealin with them white folks
[Chorus]
[Mannie]
I got a brand new rubber
Tell ya bitch I love her
Meet me at the hotel so I could shove a
Big ass [blanked] in her back
How you luv that?
Big dick down in the drawers is what I pack
Gold Roleys full of gems
Twenty inch rims
Big screen TV showin porno films
Rover, Jag, and a boat
Dinosaur boots wit the motherfuckin matchin coat
I'm dynamite like J.J.
Me and Baby
Damn, Damn, Damn is what the bitches say
[Baby]
I visit my mama grave 3 days a week
I ride Jag drop tops so she can see me
She shouts son be all that you can be
Stay on ya feet and keep duckin these white sheets
And play a different broad 7 days out the week
And I'll be watchin when you be on your all-night creep
Or rollin wit ya Rolex bezel on the city streets
Or when ya clubbin and ya huntin for a new freak
Ridin everyday on chrome and ya packin heat
Mama, I know you lookin down on me
But I'ma ball 'til I fall, fuck the industry
And cash million dollar checks wit my real peeps
And I'ma sag Uptown on this battlefield
And aint gon' let no nigga take no food out my grill
And we gon' ball 'til we fall as we keep it real
Wit gold choppers, nigga you know the deal
[Cadillac]
Baby (ball like a dawg)
Mannie (ball like a dawg)
B-Geezy (ball like a dawg)
Lil Weezy (ball like a dawg)
Juvey (ball like a dawg)
Turkey (ball like a dawg)
Lil Chilly (ball like a dawg)
Stanky (ball like a dawg)
Joe Casey (ball like a dawg)
The whole family (ball like a dawg)
Ball like a dawg, ball like a dawg
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda
Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner
Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer, tymer
I ride on chrome givin bitches the blues
Got the brand new Mo-Moes, twenty inch shoes
Every city I go, these hoes know
Dick slingin contest after the show
Shootin off like a cannon, nuts landin
Right up in va-gana, dick still standin
Hard like a mack test, mega mess
I love it when you walk around showin ya breast
Load music got us shinin, drinkin wine
Bustin out rubbers like it's 1999
Diamonds like street lights, racin bikes
Candy paint, chromed out, dual pipes
I wish I could love every broad the same
Have kids all over with my last name
Ya'll niggas don't think I'm serious, huh
Ya'll think it's a game
But I'm bout the money, the bitches, the cars, and the fame
[Chorus]
Ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world)
Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Ya ride 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg
Everyday, all day, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world)
Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world)
Ya ride on 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world)
Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg
[Baby]
Nigga, know me as a big wheeler, nigga call me a car dealer
I'm gon' floss 'til the lord steal me
I'm gon ball like a dawg, nigga feel me
Lamborgini's bullet proof, nigga you can't kill me
Vacationin at Las Vegas casinoes
Wit about 100 G's worth of c-notes
Lookin at all these pretty hoes
Gettin beeps from my niggas 'bout some cash flow
I gotta head back to the motherfuckin N.O.
And clique up wit my motherfuckin negroes
And tell Stank get the Lexus cruise 4 doors
And beep the clique, tell 'em strap we 'bout to roll
Go and eat fetticini with the main hoes
And where trillionaire earrings how the game go
Billionaire status from this fuckin rap flow
Tattoed and I'm dealin with them white folks
[Chorus]
[Mannie]
I got a brand new rubber
Tell ya bitch I love her
Meet me at the hotel so I could shove a
Big ass [blanked] in her back
How you luv that?
Big dick down in the drawers is what I pack
Gold Roleys full of gems
Twenty inch rims
Big screen TV showin porno films
Rover, Jag, and a boat
Dinosaur boots wit the motherfuckin matchin coat
I'm dynamite like J.J.
Me and Baby
Damn, Damn, Damn is what the bitches say
[Baby]
I visit my mama grave 3 days a week
I ride Jag drop tops so she can see me
She shouts son be all that you can be
Stay on ya feet and keep duckin these white sheets
And play a different broad 7 days out the week
And I'll be watchin when you be on your all-night creep
Or rollin wit ya Rolex bezel on the city streets
Or when ya clubbin and ya huntin for a new freak
Ridin everyday on chrome and ya packin heat
Mama, I know you lookin down on me
But I'ma ball 'til I fall, fuck the industry
And cash million dollar checks wit my real peeps
And I'ma sag Uptown on this battlefield
And aint gon' let no nigga take no food out my grill
And we gon' ball 'til we fall as we keep it real
Wit gold choppers, nigga you know the deal
[Cadillac]
Baby (ball like a dawg)
Mannie (ball like a dawg)
B-Geezy (ball like a dawg)
Lil Weezy (ball like a dawg)
Juvey (ball like a dawg)
Turkey (ball like a dawg)
Lil Chilly (ball like a dawg)
Stanky (ball like a dawg)
Joe Casey (ball like a dawg)
The whole family (ball like a dawg)
Ball like a dawg, ball like a dawg
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Top Of Tha Line Nigga (vol. 2 Version) Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Lil' Wayne]
Top of the line nigga
Check
[Verse 1:]
Excuse me, let me introduce me
La, la uptown top of the line HB
See i'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crushed
Ain't too many can touch
Baby i'm too much
I'm fifteen with fifteen karats
and fifteen figures with fifteen niggers
and fifteen hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Up the million dollar spot
Want to flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get
You can give a quarter key
Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six-five to see me
While we be goin shows Baby transporting keys
Findin' out always to beat the N.O.P.D
But uh-uh
Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh
Can't stop my rolie from windin, yeah I
(Sniff) I-I blow niggas minds
Me and Prime up in the five
Dog it's top of the line
[Chorus (Lil' Wayne & Baby) 2x]
Say Whotay
La la need have diamonds like me
Whotay
Need to see the leather in the Humvee
Whotay
Us niggas six figures
Whotay
Top of the line niggas
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I just ordered me something new
Some six generation technology that's only made for movies
Comin' from Tennessee and I'm in Lousiville on 23rd street
Hangin with this hot boy chillin
Tryna find a way to drop a hundred keys on these niggas
And I peep in this shit that be shinin like me , nigga
Ridin on twentys and be playin these hoes
These niggas in Lousiville gotta a mouth full of gold
But see playboy I be bout that shinin
These niggas bout that reppin'
While I be bout "BIG Tymin"
Nigga, i'm so tru ?? whatever I do
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line nigga
I don't what to do
I bought Fresh a Lamborghini and me a loaders, fool
[Verse 3:]
I got the jucuzzi nigga in the back of the truck
Runnin' water for your daughter when she want to get buck
Cable satelleite dish, sony remote
?? sold me a truck
?? sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind the crowd
I got some shit in my truck that's way too loud
I'm the most looked back in the year '98
Y'all got to love me baby
Don't I look great
Dog, gave me the gift so I could share it y'all
Like Michael Jordan y'all goin' see me ball
[Verse 4:]
One million, two million, three
Oh! it's my part
That lil' nigga whole heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like eighteen
And sparkle like a bezzel
Ridin' up yo' block
In the fully loaded ledger
And the navigator on ??
But that's for tommorrow though
Shaggin' up for hundred
With ?? and Mario
That slut that's me
In the GS 3
So play the backseat
Suck on me watch yo' teeth
And um wipe yo feet
'Fore you step under my bell
Ding dong ?? bell worth a mill so what the hell
What like my smile
Three million dollar grin
What this me playin introduce me to your friend
It's all gravy baby hot boy you should know it
In a mercedes baby mm hmm that's beatiful
Look i'm large bro
Be flyin up and down the lake on CBR's bro
In my garage ?? my place I got 4 cars bro
I swear me and my brothers we superstars bro
La la it's marvelous
You see I "bloop" bust like a bottle i'm all wet
Go cash bout four checks
Yo' wife ?? till' get more wet
I sticks to the cool
Reeboks and Girbauds
It's all about a mill
These hoes, diamonds and golds
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne talking]
Yeah
Playboy it's like this
Hey, get the shovel man
Let's go bubble all this ice
It's wonderful Baby
[Manny Talking]
Truly marvelous
Y'all tryin to rub me like jeans
But y'all need to wear y'all own, man
Come on man you can't fit me, man
Top of the line nigga
Check
[Verse 1:]
Excuse me, let me introduce me
La, la uptown top of the line HB
See i'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crushed
Ain't too many can touch
Baby i'm too much
I'm fifteen with fifteen karats
and fifteen figures with fifteen niggers
and fifteen hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Up the million dollar spot
Want to flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get
You can give a quarter key
Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six-five to see me
While we be goin shows Baby transporting keys
Findin' out always to beat the N.O.P.D
But uh-uh
Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh
Can't stop my rolie from windin, yeah I
(Sniff) I-I blow niggas minds
Me and Prime up in the five
Dog it's top of the line
[Chorus (Lil' Wayne & Baby) 2x]
Say Whotay
La la need have diamonds like me
Whotay
Need to see the leather in the Humvee
Whotay
Us niggas six figures
Whotay
Top of the line niggas
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I just ordered me something new
Some six generation technology that's only made for movies
Comin' from Tennessee and I'm in Lousiville on 23rd street
Hangin with this hot boy chillin
Tryna find a way to drop a hundred keys on these niggas
And I peep in this shit that be shinin like me , nigga
Ridin on twentys and be playin these hoes
These niggas in Lousiville gotta a mouth full of gold
But see playboy I be bout that shinin
These niggas bout that reppin'
While I be bout "BIG Tymin"
Nigga, i'm so tru ?? whatever I do
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line nigga
I don't what to do
I bought Fresh a Lamborghini and me a loaders, fool
[Verse 3:]
I got the jucuzzi nigga in the back of the truck
Runnin' water for your daughter when she want to get buck
Cable satelleite dish, sony remote
?? sold me a truck
?? sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind the crowd
I got some shit in my truck that's way too loud
I'm the most looked back in the year '98
Y'all got to love me baby
Don't I look great
Dog, gave me the gift so I could share it y'all
Like Michael Jordan y'all goin' see me ball
[Verse 4:]
One million, two million, three
Oh! it's my part
That lil' nigga whole heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like eighteen
And sparkle like a bezzel
Ridin' up yo' block
In the fully loaded ledger
And the navigator on ??
But that's for tommorrow though
Shaggin' up for hundred
With ?? and Mario
That slut that's me
In the GS 3
So play the backseat
Suck on me watch yo' teeth
And um wipe yo feet
'Fore you step under my bell
Ding dong ?? bell worth a mill so what the hell
What like my smile
Three million dollar grin
What this me playin introduce me to your friend
It's all gravy baby hot boy you should know it
In a mercedes baby mm hmm that's beatiful
Look i'm large bro
Be flyin up and down the lake on CBR's bro
In my garage ?? my place I got 4 cars bro
I swear me and my brothers we superstars bro
La la it's marvelous
You see I "bloop" bust like a bottle i'm all wet
Go cash bout four checks
Yo' wife ?? till' get more wet
I sticks to the cool
Reeboks and Girbauds
It's all about a mill
These hoes, diamonds and golds
[Chorus]
[Lil' Wayne talking]
Yeah
Playboy it's like this
Hey, get the shovel man
Let's go bubble all this ice
It's wonderful Baby
[Manny Talking]
Truly marvelous
Y'all tryin to rub me like jeans
But y'all need to wear y'all own, man
Come on man you can't fit me, man
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Pimp On Lyrics By Big Tymers
[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players
[Baby]
For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 size a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love sex nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession
Like
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari
[Mannie Fresh]
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her
[Chorus]
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players
[Baby]
For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 size a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love sex nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession
Like
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari
[Mannie Fresh]
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her
[Chorus]
Friday, October 17, 2008
Suga & Pac, Puff & Big Lyrics By Big Tymers
(feat. B.G., Lil Wayne)
[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds
Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us
Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all
Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac
[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
[Baby]
Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
Embassy playboy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me
Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
cause we keep it real nigga, believe that
[Lil Wayne]
Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?
[B.G.]
I got love for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, livin good pah
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog
[Baby]
Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die
Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve
Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells
Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew he'a be major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar
[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?
[Baby]
Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
We clockin it's all gravy
If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you live playboy
How you luv that nigga?
If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
How's that look nigga? That's a hundred
I done put two hundred G's on my grill
My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit
Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes
How you luv that playboy?
Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more
Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's
Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's
Nigga homes costin two mill-ion
Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators
Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters
It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?
Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)
[B.G.]
Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds
Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown
Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions
Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us
Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us
Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us
Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin
the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips
back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all
Cause we roll with the motto, "Ball til we fall"
Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there
Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there
Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there
We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share
I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract
Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head
Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at
We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops
Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac
[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
[Baby]
Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns
Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer
It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first
Embassy playboy to hide our riches
Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches
He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter
And if you you fuck wit him
I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck
wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats
Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat
and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me
Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill
I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill
It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
cause we keep it real nigga, believe that
[Lil Wayne]
Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what?
[B.G.]
I got love for my nigga Baby
He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me
Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me?
B.G. and Baby, livin good pah
We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog
[Baby]
Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich?
What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit?
My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time
Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die
Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve
Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells
Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell
I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes
cause I knew he'a be major at one time
Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar
[Lil Wayne]
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million
Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G
Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run
Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha?
[Baby]
Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy
We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga
We clockin it's all gravy
If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches
We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's
Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee
It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga?
We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga
Get it how you live playboy
How you luv that nigga?
If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga
I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece
How's that look nigga? That's a hundred
I done put two hundred G's on my grill
My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit
Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes
How you luv that playboy?
Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles
Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more
Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's
Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's
Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's
Nigga homes costin two mill-ion
Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators
Niggaz just.. dumpin playa haters
It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga?
Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma)
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