bLiNg BlInG
B.G. f/ Big Tymers, Hot Boys
Artist: B.G. f/ Big Tymers, Hot Boys
Album: Chopper City in the Ghetto
Song: Bling Bling (Radio Remix)
Verse:1 (Baby of Big Tymer$)
Man I got these broads iceing it up
While my lil B.G.s on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy I done had bad luck
And I'm a always show love to my cut
Hit tha club light tha lights up
The Cash Money motto is to drank 'til you throw up
Point the broad out guaranteed I can pluck
Cause Wodie I'm tattooed and barred up
Medallion iced up
Rolex bezelled up
And my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut
And my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger lost, stranded as a youngster
Stack my chesse up
Cuz oneday I'm a give this street life up
Beef I don't discuss
Wodie outta line wodie gone get his head bust
Cash Money millionaires plus
Don't touch broad if you can't pluck the broad
Twenty inches with t.v.'s is a must
By the year two thousand Lil' Wayne gone tear this game up
Verse:2 (Lil' Wayne of Bot Boy$)
Boss B, slow down in the Jag you lost me
You know how I flow the new Rose Royce B
The number one ripper, dippin low low
In a compressor sippin mo-mo
Spend a lotta cheddar, look
My click couldn't be betta
I'm married to C.M.R. baby
Love it or leave it
Drop drops with it's hot
Strech hummer's when it's not
Light up the whole block when
You glance at my watch
It's Wayne baby, thugged out won't change baby
I do you thang lady, in a blue navigaty (navigator)
That's game baby, you can call me a game shotter
But since i drive a bubble people call me Lex Lurger
I pull up in a expedition they be like ah no,no,no he didn't
Tattoes and fast cars, Do you know who we are?
I'm Lil' Weezy puttin down for C.M.R.
(Chorus) Repeat
Bling bling
Everytime I come around yo city
Bling bling
Pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling
Everytime I buy a new ride
Bling bling
Lorenzos on Yokahama tires
Bling bling
Verse:3 Manny Fresh
Its tha playa with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya slirppin' not _______' take off the rubber
Then toss that broad cuz I don't love her
Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that thang to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
You lil kids out there just don't understand
Verse:4 Juvenile
I'm a 1999 driver
I'm a uptown third ward magnolia t.c. rider
Ole ignorant boy always stun'n
Big ballin' cahouney's you can see him when he comin'
Booted up
Diamond up
Golds be shinnin' up
All them diamonds be blindin' up
People at the second line be sayin' I be damn
Up in they best fits sayin' Juve got me damn
(Chorus) 2x
Verse:5 B.G.
I be that playa with tha ice on me
If it cost less than twenty it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.
I be dealin with your girl all in your home
Haters be like look at that benz on all that crome
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A mercedes benz seven hundred B 14
I know you haters can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya bustas face when ya see that
Man look at that
Girls wear shades just to stand on side of me
They say take that chain off boy ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling
(Chorus) 2x
Sporty Thievz
Artist: Sporty Thievz
Album: No Bills 12"
Song: No Bills
Verse One:
I met shorty at the club
She was kinda tight
Took me to her krib
Sip some Moet
Hit that ???
And I must admit it was kinda right
Then she start actin' like I owed her somethin'
I give you highs, you gave me lows
Fair exchange, so you need to stop frontin'
Then the bills came, you were hollerin' about
We needed a ???, you made it, you stated
Pay your own rent or you're getting evicted
See that dough in the drawer, that's my change
That four-dot-six is my range,
Please keep your mind off my things
Chorus:
You triflin', good-for-nothin' kinda pigeon
Silly me, thinkin' I could help a chicken
I need a lady, who'll work to nine-to-five to help her man out
Not a pigeon, who just lay around, just lookin' for a handout
I can't pay your bills, I can't get your hair done
I can't pay your rent, and I can't take care of your son
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
(For my dogs, for my dogs)
I can't pay your bills, I can't get your hair done
I can't pay your rent, and I can't take care of your son
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
Verse Two:
You hollerin' for help now
A year ago, wanna be on your own
Get your own car, pay your own rent
When it come to bills,
You ain't tryin' to be grown
You betta strip at the club
Cause when it come to cash, I'm tellin' you not mine
Need help, take this number, 1-800 welfare hotline
Don't worry how I get mine
Cause if I get a mil, we ain't never gonna split mine
Ain't my fault, you had a baby by five of your guy friends
???? around, your ??? ain't hoppin' in the back of my Benz
Chorus:
You triflin', good-for-nothin' kinda pigeon
Silly me, thinkin' I could help a chicken
I need a lady, who'll work to nine-to-five to help her man out
Not a pigeon, who just lay around, just lookin' for a handout
I can't pay your bills, I can't get your hair done
I can't pay your rent, and I can't take care of your son
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
(For my dogs, for my dogs)
I can't pay your bills, I can't get your hair done
I can't pay your rent, and I can't take care of your son
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
Bridge:
Let's get it straight, I'm not your husband
Not your man, not your dad
So when I say no,no,no, you better believe me
It don't mean yeah,yeah,yeah
And it won't mean yeah, yeah, yeah
So you getting' money
Then let's split the rest
Be a good bird, be a good pigeon
Fly south and get back in your nest
Chorus out:
You triflin', good-for-nothin' kinda pigeon
Silly me, thinkin' I could help a chicken
I need a lady, who'll work to nine-to-five to help her man out
Not a pigeon, who just lay around, just lookin' for a handout
I can't pay your bills, I can't get your hair done
I can't pay your rent, and I can't take care of your son
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
(For my dogs, for my dogs)
I can't pay your bills, I can't pay your cell phone
I can't pay your car, no I can't help out with your home
I-don't-trick-my cash, so...pigeons do not you ask
Juvenile
Artist: Juvenile f/ Manny Fresh & Lil Wayne
Album: 400 Degreez
Song: Back That Azz Up
Verse 1: Juvenile
Got you working with some ass, yeah
You bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
Hoes clown when you pass, yeah
They mad, yeah
You gonna ride in the Jag, yeah
With dad-day
You could smoke or buy a bag, yeah
Of grass, yeah
Got money I confess, yeah
And trash, yeah
I'm a Big Time'n nigga, yeah
Pulling trigger, yeah
A player hater to flip with, yeah
Gonna head and fill it, yeah
I be slanging wood, yeah
Out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood, yeah
It's all good, yeah
Got a nigga screaming large, yeah
On the hard, yeah
A smooth ghetto broad, yeah
I want the broad, yeah
A nigga do a trick, yeah
On the dick, yeah
You claiming you want a bitch, yeah
That ain't shit, yeah
The n-gga with the money, yeah
Don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm running, yeah
About a hundred, yeah
Hook: x2
Girl you look good,
won't you back that ass up.
You'se a fine motherf---er yea,
won't you back that ass up.
Call me big daddy when you back that ass up
Hoe, who is you playing with
Back that ass up
Girl you looks good, won't you back that ass up
You'se a fine motherf---er, won't you back that ass up
vERSE 2: Juvenile
You got to steel, big ass, yeah
Make me laugh, yeah
Make a nigga wanna grab that
Wanna grab that
I'm sweating all on the draws, yeah
On hard, yeah
Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah
Break you off, yeah
Get, how you gon yours, yeah
That's for sure, yeah
You f---ing with my nerves, yeah
To the curb, yeah
I know you bitches know, yeah
And it show, yeah
But a nigga got some more, yeah
I'm bout to flow, yeah
Fresh off some shit, yeah
In his bitch, yeah
We be making hit, yeah
After hit, yeah
Them titties sitting nice, yeah
I wanna bite, yeah
I could f--- you right, yeah
All night, yeah
Wanna bring it to my house, yeah
On the couch, yeah
Knock the pussy out, yeah
Get them out, yeah
I wanna see these hoes, yeah
Bend it low, yeah
Let me run it in the hole, yeah
Let me know, yeah
HOOK:
Verse 3: Manny Fresh
I know you can't stand it
Big Bandit
Done landed
See the draws handed
We can go get it y'all
Gang split it y'all
Put the bitch on the wall and I hit it y'all
I'm looking kind of lonely
I'm feeling horny
Put the dick in the middle like Monie
Big, thick plumber chick
And a Hummer chick
Beat the dick like a motherfuck'n drummer chick
Cinch that putty-cat
Look at that
I love a fucking hoody-rat
That's a fact
You'se a motherfucking good girl
good girl
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga
To hit it girl
----mix and scratching----
Hook:
Lil Wayne: Outro talking
Na, na, na, na, na
After you back it up, then stop
Then wha-wha-what
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Now after you back it up, then stop
Now, wha-wha-wha-what
Drop it like it's hot
Now drop It like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
C-M-P make you drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Dro-drop it like it's hot
Ha
Back That Azz Up
Satisfy yooh
PufFy FeAt. r.KelLy
Satisfy You Used with the permission of: Lilmidget1
[Puffy] All I want is somebody who's gonna love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean s--- If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me
1 - [R. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do No he'll never make love to you like I do So give it to me Cause I can show you 'bout a real love And I can promise anything that I do Is just to satisfy you
[Puffy] When it hurt I ease the pain girl, caress your frame Get them worries off your brain girl, I'm in your corner Do what you want, it's your thing girl, I persist and try but We one in the same girl, it ain't a game So I can't play with you, I wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, grow old and gray with you In good and bad times, we'll always make it through Cause what we got is true, no matter what they say to you I could straight lace you, not just appearance Stimulate your mind, strengthen your spirits Be that voice of reason when you ain't tryna hear it You want it but you fear it, but you love it when you near it Sit her on the sofa, get a little closer Touch you right, do it like a man's suppose to Knew you was the one, that's why I chose you Cause you get down for yours and ride like a soldier
Repeat 1
Your soul ain't a toy, you ain't dealin' with a boy Feel emptiness inside? I can fill that void When you spend time with your woman and listen It shines more than any bagguette diamond can glisten I can't impress you with the cars and the wealth Cause any woman with will and drive can get it herself I'd rather show you it's heartfelt, make your heart melt And prove to you you're more important than anything else Worthwhile, special like my first child When I see your face it's always like the first time Our eyes met, I knew we'd be together in a tri-jet I wanna give you things that I didn't buy yet Hold you, mold you, don't know, let me show you Ain't no tellin' what we could grow to Let it be known, I told you And I'mma be there for whatever you go through, my love's true
Repeat 1
[R. Kelly] Don't let him sing you a sad song (No baby) Waiting for love like this too long (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on him, baby) All that you need I can give you (You don't have to wait, you don't have to wait on) I do, satisfy you (You don't have to wait on him)
[Puffy] I'm the light when you can't see I'm that air when you can't breathe I'm that feeling when you can't leave Some doubt, some believe, some lie, cheat, and deceive So it's only you and me When you weak, I'll make you strong, here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my arms so you'll never feel neglected I'll just make you aware of what we have is rare In the moment of despair, I'm the courage when you're scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be there cause I could hold it down for you Be around for you, plant seeds in the soil Make love all night, bending bed coils You're a queen, therefore I treat you royal This is all for you, cause I simply adore you
Repeat 1 until fade
[Puff] This one right here goes out to all my sisters
Artist: Warren G f/ Mack 10 Song: I Want it All
[Warren G] What's up? This Warren G chillin' with the home boy Mack 10 We gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all Let y'all know what time it is Show you how we keepin' it real wit' it You know, cuz this world is built on material thangs But we ain't trippin' off that We want y'all to know this, check it
[Chorus- Warren G] I want it all; money, fast cars Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, everydamn thing I want it all; houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz's I want it all; brand new socks and draws And a bowl everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all I want it all, all, all, all, all
[Warren G] They say, 'There go Warren G with that envious stare' I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here It's a shame, we came too far to turn back It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that Won't fall tryin' to walk from crawl Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin' And, yeah, y'all in effect that's all me The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy Believe me, young nigga, gettin' fat meat is greazy And bitches stank, 'So what?' you reply, they can hear the bank Get away, or get gappled, the very next day Don't cry, hold your head up high And remember what you told yourself I said remember what you told yourself I said remember what you told yourself I said remember what you told yourself Ha ha
[Chorus]
[Mack 10] I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base >From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got slout And live the lifestyle that Robin Leash talkin' about Slow down, player, don't hate cuz you can't relate The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights I got more lime light than Vegas on cable Willing enable to shoot, seen nervios at the craps table And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high f---in' fly and fly, with desire to build an empire I strapped up and took flight like a missle Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official' Handing out Roman diamonds at roll-call I'ma ball and never fall cuz Mack 10 want it all
[Chorus]
[Warren G] Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot We hots like rocks served on hot blocks I notice money make the world circulate So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip in ?Perkle Lake? Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love) Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub) Surface on the low, slide or don't slide at all Ride or don't ride at all Ha ha
[Mack 10] Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my 'fetti I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady I want it all, dawg, and it might be greed I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed They don't know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect Or somebody bein' zig with they Daddy's royalty check And at that point, I'm through talkin', dawg, enough said So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread
[Chorus]
[Warren G] [Mack 10] Mack 10 What up? I know The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah, Warren G What up? You know The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah G Funk What up? You know The paper's out there, ha ha That's right What? Hoo Bangin' What up? We know The paper's out there, ha ha That's right, what? The whole world Paper's out there Speak on it Ha ha All the hood Paper's out there
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Dogg
Song: Still D.R.E.
[Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, right?
[Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
[Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace
[Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Chorus:
[Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
[Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x)
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
Chorus
It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Try to be the king but the ace is back
[Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless
Chorus x1.5
[Snoop] Like that, right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that s--- up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky A little weed, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R.
