Big Ballin' Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us and front it the Navigator
Garage with the elevator
You not a hata
Then press second floor
So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin

[Baby]
News cars
Pretty broads
Neighborhood superstars
Going far
Goin' to the super bowl
In the hole
And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice
With new heights
Hoes got my name right
Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight
Dirt digga
Hoe go-getta
Nigga outta line
Playboy I got ten on ya feet
Car shinna
Rim blinda
20 inch rida
Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha
Hoe stoppa
VCR tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha
Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa
Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick
And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shit
And playa you can believe that shit

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe
Big big big ballin' is my hobby

[Manny Fresh]
I see you jockin' Baby cuz he got a Mercedes
And ya know about his ladies
And all his babies

[Baby]
I know what they like
Them brand new bikes
So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike
I'ma shine till I die nigga
We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga

[Manny Fresh]
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll
And when I pass yo bitch all outta control

[Baby]
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user
Hoe abuser

[Manny Fresh]
Its the project sticker man
Full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin'

[Baby]
Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles
Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto
Flashy cars
Pretty broads
The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls I bought
Pretty jewels
With new shoes
With tatoos
A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do

[Manny Fresh]
Fight who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta shoot
Boot who you gotta boot
Do what you gotta do

[Chorus]

[Manny Fresh]
Ten years ago a friend of mine
Brought me to uptown second line
Met meatball, nair, anglin mets
Want you do a D.J. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown
Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel
Put up the mic cuz I got a fuckin' story ta tell
Teresa

[Baby:]
Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch
[Manny:]
I say lil Lisa
[Baby:]
You still a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch
[Manny:]
My nigga Baby ya wit me
[Baby:]
Fa sho
[Manny:]
Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope

[Baby]
Niggas livin for the Sunday
On the lake bakin cake watchin niggaz ridin round with they honey
(Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin, white folks actin
Givin tickets nigga for the jackin
Niggaz feudin, game losin
Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin to abuse me
Joe Casey, goin crazy
My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin feds
Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name killa
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight

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)]

Get High Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Jazze Pha)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh
Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha
Ay! ay ay ay!
Welcome to the side of the world where we just do
What the fuck we want to
And smoke how we wanna smoke
And fly
Up above the sky
Fly with me as I go around the world
Boys and girls, here it is

[Chorus]
Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke)
Until I choke (until I choke)
And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank)
Until I can't (until I can't)

See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke)
Until I choke (until I choke)
And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank)
Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh
Oh ye-heah

[Baby]
Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite
Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night
Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got
Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night
Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness
Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness
Cause she'll be under the spreads
Givin me head in a Holiday Inn
Under the cover
Drunk as a mutha fucka
Me and her friend
Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn'
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn
Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX
But BaCARDI
Make you NAUGHTY
You don't have to use X
But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right
But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight
And RUM'll make you NUMB
Make your dick stand strong
And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long

[Chorus]

[Mannie Fresh]
Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life
Where don't shit matter to me but smokin
Ya know?
They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off
But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke
And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left
And I had to eat or smoke
I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke
Ya know?
If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka

Wooo
See? That's how I get down
I'm gon' smoke til I blow up
Drink til i throw up
And pass out on somebody kitchen flo'
Roll me another fuckin fat one
And go back to the liquor sto'
Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!)
Smoke on!!

Back Up Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Gilly, Juvenile)

[Baby]
Aight nigga
Fuck it
We did it once we gon do it again
Hot Boy forever bitch
Lets ride nigga

[Gilly]
B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S
Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest
Let's do it

[Baby]
Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya
Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash
No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang
Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make
I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips
I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch
Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down
A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

[Mannie Fresh (Gilly)]
(Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can
Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
Everybody lay down, stay down
I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round
There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat)
Everybody else just back back
Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin
Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin
Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs
Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs
But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
Made niggas lay it down on the floor
That's when the police came
The fire engine truck and the ambulance
Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James
Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin
The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
One in the head damn lil' one dance
Shake!

[Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh)
Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what)
Everybody give me space, back up (look look)

[Juvenile]
Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya
Look around there's some niggas not with me
Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50
UTP you better stand up it's the general
Bringin back the era of the criminal
Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero
It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
That's fucked up cuz my connect dropped me 5
I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese
I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
I ain't positive I'm a black man
So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand
Heh!

[Chorus - Gilly]
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up
Always poppin never stoppin
Glocks cockin, body droppin
Colla poppin, nigga knockin
Everybody give me space, back up
Everybody give me space, back up

How U Luv That (vol. 2 Version) Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. Juvenile)

[Juvenile:]
Aw, man
Man I sho' need this one here man
It's gon' be so huge
I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me

[Manny Fresh:]
Now, who the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades
Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions
The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses
Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches
I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300
Anything else around me playboy I run it
Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton
She not white, uh uh, she cuban
Karats on my fingers
Fuckin' R&B Singers
1998 Lexus, Dick slangers
Nuts Hangers, from South Americon
Don Peringion
Me a peasant, move on
Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter
Move, shake, shove that
Ask yourself nigga How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]
How You Luv That
20 Cars on chrome
Nigga, How You Luv That
20 show in the dome
Nigga, How You Luv That
20 Hot Girls to bone
Nigga, How You Luv That
Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones

[Baby:]
Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed
When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids
And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow cases in my bed
I got a screen TV so big
Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That
I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can
you compete wit' this, that's beautiful
These six tires with that Range Rover
Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's
Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee
And put my face on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money I'll never do time
I play them white bitches like they play me at all times
I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat
But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton
When I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]

[Juvenile:]
Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin'
What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul
So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewels
Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's
Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells
My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal
In my position we make nothin but G's
Your jewelery say you belong to CMB
Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's
Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy"
I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That
Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)]

Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Wha, How You Luv That
Nigga, How You Luv That
Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That
Ha ha, Big Tymers
Diamonds that'll [Bling] blind ya
Ha ha, Big Tymers
Better act like ya know

Top Of Tha Line Nigga Lyrics By Big Tymers

Top of the line nigga....Check it!

[Verse 1]
Excuse me
Let me introduce me
Look, look, Uptown top of the line HB
See, I'm a million dollar nigga
Rolex on my wrist crush
Ain't too many could touch, baby
I'm too much
I'm 15 with 15 carats and 15 figures
And 15 niggas with 15 hummers with triggers
I'm way at the top
Of the million dollar spot
When I flex what I got
Make niggas sick like a drop
Every show I get,
You could give me a quarter ki
Tryin' to wholesale
But it cost six five to see me
While we be doin' shows,
Baby transportin' ki's
Findin' out all ways to beat the N.O.P.D.
But ugh ugh, can't stop me from shinin'
No, ugh ugh, can't stop my roley from windin'
Yeah, I (sniff) I,I, know niggas mind,
Me and Prime up in the 5
Dawg, it's top of the line

[chorus]
Say, Woday,
Look, look, for you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Ya'll need to see the leather in the humm-v
Woday
Us niggas six figures
Oh, Woday
Top of the line nigga
Say, Woday
For you to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the rack and piney in the humm-v
Oh, Woday
See, we playin' with six figures
Oh, Woday
How U luv that?
Top of the line nigga

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I just ordered me somethin' new,
From sixth generation technology,
That's only made for movies
Comin' from Tennessee
And I'm in Louisville on 23rd Street
Hangin' with this Hot Boy, chillin'
Tryin' to find a way to drop a hundred ki's on these niggas
And I'm peepin' this shit
They be shinin' like me nigga
Ridin' on 20's,
They be playin these hoes,
These niggas in Louisville got a mouth-full of golds
But see, Playboy, I be bout that shinin'
These niggas bout that repin' while I be bout big tymin', nigga
I'm so tru to do whatever I do,
I just bought new cars for the whole crew
I'm so top of the line, nigga, I don't know what to do
I bought Fresh a Lamboughini and me a Lotus, fool

I Got the jacuzzi, nigga, in the back of the truck,
Runnin' water for ya daughter when she wanna get buck
Cable, satellite dish, sony remote
Benson sold me the truck
Copa sold me the boat
I got some shit on my finger that'll blind a crowd,
I got some shit in my trunk that's way too loud
I'm the most looked at in the year '98
Ya'll got to love me baby
Don't I look great?
God gave me a gift, so I'm gon' share it ya'll
Like Michael Jordan, ya'll gon' see me ball

1 million, 2 million, 3.
Oh! It's my part?
Lil' niggaa with the cold heart
Lexus automatic start
I shine like 18's
And sparkle like a bezel,
Ridin' up ya block in a fully loaded Legend
Nigga, Navigator on broaders
But that's for tomorrow, though
Shaggin' the 400 with Mag, Julius, and Mario
Yeah, slut, that's me
In the GS3
So play the back seat
Suck on me
Watch ya teeth
And, uh, wipe ya feet before ya step on the mar-ble
Ding-dong, rock ya bell
Work ya mell
So what the hell?
What?
Like my smile?
3 million dollar grin
What?
This me
Hey, introduce me to ya friend
It's all gravy baby
Hot Boy
You should know
In a Mercedes baby
Uhuh, that's beautiful
Look, I'm large girl
Be flyin' up and down the lake on CDR's girl
In my garage up at my place
I got more cars girl
I swear
Me and my presence
We superstars bro
Look, look, it's marvelous
Ya see I (bloop)
Bust like a bottle of Moet
Go cash about 4 checks
Go write till I get Moet
I sticks to the code
Reeboks and Girbaud
It's all about a mil, these hoes, diamonds, and gold

[chorus]
Say, Woday
Ya'll niggas need to have diamonds like me
Woday
Check the woodgrain in the humm-v
Oh, Woday
See, us niggas playin' with six figures
Say, Woday
Top of the line type niggas
Oh, Woday
Ya'll don't have no diamonds like me
Oh, Woday
I don't think you drive a humm-v
Say, Woday
I'm playin with six figures
Say, Woday
Runnin' with top of the line type niggas

Hey, Playboy it's like this. Say, go get the shovel, man.
Let's go dump all this ice. It's wonderful baby. For real.
Truly marvelous. Ya'll tryin to wear me like jeans,
but ya'll need to wear ya'll own, man. C'mon, for 50 man.

This Is How We Do Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Chorus, Mannie Fresh x1]
This how we do it, where I'm from
Thuggin in the club until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my escalade, tellin niggas im not afraid, to let the nine
sing out, let the ring out.

[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute till last call
2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall
3 crazy dudes screamin alcohol
4 More youngins claimin that they ball
5 Bartenders and they all want leave
6 ugly chicks with some hooked up weaves
7 Other niggaz and they all look rough
8 thugs hollerin y'all don't want it with us
9 broads runnin off at the mouth
10 broads tryin to hear what they talkin bout
11 cute shorties that will hold that club
12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs
13 fights, sticks, bottles and pipes
14 police reading people they rights
15 minutes on interstate-10
at the strip club, we gon' do it again

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X2]

[Baby]
Comin thru my hood on spinnin blades
mommy know my name, homey know I don't play
hop out the whip and we deal in the shade
cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that grey
early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots
we stuggle but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock
goin to the club where the bottles gon pop
we VIP homey, so them hoes gon jock
ay, ay
back on them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
oh, you know it be Baby, he going to the club in somethin updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X1]

[Mannie Fresh]
Picture me and yo misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her face and ask her can she kiss me
I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Then she go down, to my brown
Ay hoe, I gotta hear that sound
Slurp Slurp, take that spit
Turn everything off bruh [music stops]
Check out my outfit [music starts]

[Baby]
I'm in the club, smokin blunts with my thugs
Mommy show me luv and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, but he show me luv, so I hit em' with a dub
(thats nuthin lil one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow gold stealth, faded
Glock packin, with the chrome cocked back
the hood gon' luv it, but them busters gon hate it.

[chorus X2]

[music fades]

Pimpin' Lyrics By Big Tymers

[Hook]
[Man] Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
[Man] I've been stackin and mackin since '75
[Man] When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
[Women] Thats my daddy, daddy
[Man] Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
[Man] I've been stackin and mackin since '75
[Man] When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
[Women] Thats my daddy daddy

[Baby]
I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing
But I'm +Hood Rich+ nigga tell ya bitch to ask me
Swang yo' ?? in that brand new Caddy
Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy
Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck
I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up
Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts
Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up
Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk
Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP
Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP
Shift it up the block for a nigga can pop
I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player
2-G and 2 its Big Tymer year
Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers
And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player

[Fresh]
You don't wanna get it on
You'll get shitted on or spitted on
Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on
Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on
Peanut butter and wood, its still understood
That Im'a P-I-M-P
The M to the A, double N-I-E
Now put yo' feet up on that mank
Take a pull of the stank
And we can do it how it should be done
I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut
A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck
Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note?
Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim
Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood
Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food
Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits
Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits

[Hook]

[Fresh]
I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first
A mack in second grade by third it was worse
A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth
Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth
Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine
From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind
Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin
two way checkin home wreckin
rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin
Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an'
[Talking]
I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal
Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else
Oh and some shrimp

[Baby]
I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe
I left the roof at home let the rain come thru
Don't cry now ma you know how it go
But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro
Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on
Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs
I wear enough ice to sit on the throne
And if a nigga come close Im'a go back home

[Hook]

How Should I Ride Lyrics By Big Tymers

(feat. B.G., Cadillac)

[Manny Fresh:]
Everything on me, my skills pay the bills
Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels
I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all
Hat to the back, make my way to the bar
When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine
Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine
Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention
I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and
Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper
Living room Supa-Dupa
Size, Suprose
This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes
Look out here I come, stunt man number one
I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun
The boat, the plane, the Viper man
The 4 TV's in the black Range
A black boy havin' all these thangs
Now how should I ride man

[Baby:]
Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11
Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter
And 10 a ki still a number
I ride Rolls Royce Canisus
I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie
I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money
Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money
But I got 10 hoes, all with golds
Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes
Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga
If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga
I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads
My block on fire, my niggaz in heat
We clockin' a hundred G's a week
I boat the yacht, and a screen TV
And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee
So you niggaz could see me
I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous
I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous
I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches
Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga
I guess that's the thug in me
I lie to these bitches 7 days a week
I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace

[B.G.:]
They wan' know how I ride
Still get high
Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss
I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin'
I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin'
Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's
Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees
We ballin' got cars from every company
Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee
Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25
Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5
Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up
You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck
Ah hah, we floss all week man
Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man
They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way
They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day

[Cadillac:]
Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes
Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet
Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye
Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye
Why, cause I'm a shinda
I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya
Get out my way cause I'm comin' through
Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too
Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire
How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare
Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els
Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel
Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds
Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll
We got the finest cars and the finest broads
Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage
Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride
Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside
For sheezy boy
How you luv that
Done it again BGeezy off the heezy