(T.I. : Intro)
Say Foxx? (Yeah.. eah.. eah...)
I had-I had a chick man- (Yeah.. eah.. eah...)
She wouldn't did me real wrong, I mean (Yeah.. eah.. eah...)
I did the same thing to her but-
She ain't have no right to do me like that though dawg, for real (Yeah.. eah.. eah...)
(Jamie Foxx : Verse One)
You, been seeing him, and I know
And I was with her, and you knew about it
But I was too bli-i-ind to see it baby
That you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car?
And did you let him, drive?
Cause she's been by the house
She's been in the car
I've even let her push the Porsche around a couple times
Ohh, we were so the same
I don't know why I can't see it baby
And it ain't a point to feeling blue
You're just like me and I'm just like you
(Jamie Foxx : Chorus)
You're just like me
Shorty all up in the club
Popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs
And you just like me
She don't know how to act
On the floor back in the back
Man I can't be mad dapslyrics
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
She just like me...
(Jamie Foxx : Verse Two)
Now it ain't so easy for me to be imagining what you been doing baby
So I don't even have to ask (No)
Cause you ain't the only one that keeping secrets baby
So really, no sense in me playing back
And I, can't say nothing
Cause I did you wrong
And I was on some bull****
When I let that ***** up in our home
She's out from us just like me
And she played the game like one of my homies
Ohh, we were so the same
I don't know why I can see you baby
And it ain't a point to feeling blue
You're just like me and I'm just like you
(Jamie Foxx : Chorus)
You're just like me
Shorty all up in the club
Popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs
And you just like me
She don't know how to act
On the floor back in the back
Man I can't be mad
She just like me-e-ee-e-e (Getting money, having fun, man she)
Just like me-e-ee-e-e (In the club, throwing ones, man she)
Just like me-e-ee-e-e (24's on the rims)
Just like me... (Go on shawty do your thang)
(T.I. : Bridge)
Hey!
Shawty who you fooling you?
Know I'm way too cool for you
To run that game when we play me
Trying to do me like I be doing you
Say you heard I was screwing her
Just like I hear he doing you
Why you worry about me doing me
I see you doing you
I can make her better though
You gon let him ruin you
Just for the record
No, I wouldn't have her unless I could have the two of you
I know why he pursuing you
That booty do be moving boo
Late night, straight pipe
That ain't nothing new to you
Wait a minute
Can't tell me
-****-
Wanna tell me
Something tell me this
If I woulda never woulda hit that chick
Would you even ever know that dude exist?
Still.
Naw.
Got me quick, still
You ask about I've kissed it
Now you all on his ****
Shawty looking -Tipsy?- -History?-
(Jamie Foxx : Chorus)
Just like me
Shorty all up in the club
Popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs
And you just like me (You know I was wrong shawty)
She don't know how to act
On the floor back in the back
Man I can't be mad
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
(You dealing with a man with an ego, you know?)
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
She just like me-e-ee-e-e
She just like me...
13.12.08
Jamie Foxx Feat. T.I. - Just Like Me
Willie The Kid - Love For Money
ay ay ay...ect
ooh woo ohh oooohh ooooohh
ooh woo ohh oooohh ooooohh
ooh woo ohh oooohh ooooohh
oh oh oh oh oh ohh oooh
i got the love for money
i gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the lust for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
chillin with two women, me and mister thanksgiving
ill be some where fly, thanksgiving goin swimming
while you was wearing snorkles, i was out snorkaling
of course im sh#$#$% on these niggas like porcilin
its more than love with this money im infactuated
captivated by the diamonds and capsulated
shooting range in the basement, olympic size pool
with pool table adjacent, i love me some money
i stash money fast money comin on bumpin them onions... bunking and crossing the country, so so don't cross me you monkey,
sleeping on 50s and 20, rollin up onions and hundreds, pulling in porsches and phantoms, fancies be throwing their panties,
drama and cannon demand it,
gucci and drama they panic,
ugh they sick they vomit,
put some more commas in front of it,
drama got gucci he stuntin',
gucci and drama we done it,
we got so much money, bout our money, some money mo' money.. dummy
i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
uhhh....
money gotta big house, money got a bad girl
money make ya famous, money rule the whole world
money set trends, money is in the benz
money got associates acting like friends.
money money he owe money money he blow
money got sexy ladies danceing on da pole
mony got dem on a stroll, money platinum and gold
money make'em shake it like beyance knowles
only god knows the things i do for money
thats a young fly man....
check out them dimentions 20s 50s and 100s
don'tch ya make me look good, when you see us out stuntin
catch a whif, find out thats ya b@#$%,
catch her pushin your wheel, then the go and pushing clips
she got me going crazy im coocoo for boucoup bucks
plus i cant lie boo its only you i love.
i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
im bout my instrument, im bout my dow
im on my hustle,(man) you already know.
im getting stacks, im hitting lick
im packing pounds, and bagging bricks
you got them @#$%@#$, i gotta laugh
you talking Oz, but selling halfs.
where your connect? how much you got?
thats all he holdin? man i buy him out.
i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
i i gotta have it, the love for living lavish
gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
i i i i gotta have it
i i i i got the love for money
22.10.08
Three 6 Mafia Feat. Akon - Thats Right
[Chorus] Akon:
Like what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood n!@@a
Widhing n!@@a what n!@@a
I could give a damn what you thing about it all
If you think I'm crazy (That's right)
If you think I'm lazy (That's right)
Cuz It Don't really matter what you think about me
F*$k you baby (That's right)
(DJ Paul)
Now now 6, got my hands on my first mill'
Eyes on 7, damn man it a quarter bill
Enemies closer, but my 45's closer
You can be the starter
But I'm a be the closer
Damn it what these hatas say
Damn it what these hatas thought
I reside in matches , they know it aint my fault
Everyshit I do I do it just to make these suckas mad
And they rise, they claimin thay get all ready
Had ten dalla tees, bet they keys bitchin honeys
Yo life time dreams and I'd already done it
Plus I'd done it wit yo wife
She said I made her night
But I didn't hit her back cuz her mouth wasn't right
(Chorus)Akon:
Like what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood n!@@a
Widhing n!@@a what n!@@a
I could give a damn what you thing about it all
If you think I'm crazy (That's right)
If you think I'm lazy (That's right)
Cuz It Don't really matter what you think about me
F*$k you baby (That's right)
(Juicy J)
I'm a north Memphis playa I got my own thangy thang
I Pimp a rock shit wit a little blingy bling
I don't respect you hatas bitch you dellin shuga shane
You mad at me cuz I'm ballin and I got that candy cane
You n!@@az sit n blow and you think you're superman
I hit you with this ine cock and back and make it rain
It's your boy Juicy J
And I'm wild out the frame
I teabag your girland let my dog run and train
The more you hate
The more we sip
The streets we bomb
The extra clips
It aint no thang to have a fif
Cuz real playas don't take no shit
(Chorus)Akon:
Like what you heard
Or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood n!@@a
Widhing n!@@a what n!@@a
I could give a damn what you thing about it all
If you think I'm crazy (That's right)
If you think I'm lazy (That's right)
Cuz It Don't really matter what you think about me
F*$k you baby (That's right)
2.8.08
Birdman ft. Lil Wayne - I Run This
[Birdman]
I run this bitch
[Lil Wayne]
And ima keep runnin
ima keep runnin one neva runnin outta money
ima dog ima stunt
if i dont do nothin
and my car so pretty all these hoes wan f**k it
i got pussy wet paint
big boy shoes
soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
i gotta black ass gun
and a bad yello bitch
and it looks like ima die like this
[Birdman]
cuz we be stunin on these bitches
get money on these bitches
$250 on the wrist nigga we be the illest
we be the realist
CMB nigga
uptown soldier with the money to the ceilin
shinin like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon
birds on the wire 100 deep and we chillin
finga on the trigga, thats the uptown livin
high to the sky no dobbin for fishes
hustlin, doin donuts in the lam
candy on the slam
50 on the av
100 at the crib
get it how you live
stuntin on these bitches red diamonds how i feel
I run this bitch
[Lil Wayne]
And ima keep runnin
ima keep runnin one neva runnin outta money
ima dog ima stunt
if i dont do nothin
and my car so pretty all these hoes wan f**k it
i got pussy wet paint
big boy shoes
soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
i gotta black ass gun
and a bad yello bitch
and it looks like ima die like this
[Birdman]
Im a uptown solider
Know how I roll her
Money go get her, MLB all over
Hustlin with the birds, go and take it off his shoulder
Grinding with the homies, got the game out the nose
100 gs wrap, hood with a strap
Blowin on the dojo, nigga stuntin in a 'lac
Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack
Bought a brand new range, and a brand new 'bac
Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back
Brand new truck, a brand new bike
A brand new house, a brand new ?
A brand new bitch with a hood rich life
I run this bitch
[Lil Wayne]
And ima keep runnin
ima keep runnin one neva runnin outta money
ima dog ima stunt
if i dont do nothin
and my car so pretty all these hoes wan f**k it
i got pussy wet paint
big boy shoes
soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
i gotta black ass gun
and a bad yello bitch
and it looks like ima die like this
I run this shit
And ima keep runnin
ima keep runnin one neva runnin outta money
ima dog ima stunt
if i dont do nothin
and my car so pretty all these hoes wan f**k it
i got pussy wet paint
big boy shoes
soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
i gotta black ass gun
and a bad yello bitch
and it looks like ima die like this
24.7.08
17.7.08
Lil John ft. Snoop Dogg & Ice Cube - Go To Church
[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin’!
All that yip-yappin’ and jaw-jackin’
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin’ to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin’ on the motherfuckin’ concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (yeah!)
"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (hey!)
You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (nah!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin’ to duck us (what?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
From yo' ass, you can come try nigga (hey!)
In the hood, all the way down South (yeah!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin’ if it get to clickin’ clackin’
Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
if that don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
‘Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blow up, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts
[Chorus 2x: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (go to church)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (a-do your dirt)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (a-put in work)
If you a crazy motherfucker go berserk (a-go berserk)
[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin’, pistol-packin’, Crip walkin’ folio
Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio
You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors and rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin’?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin’
I flash with the bling I surpass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings
If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin’ all you suckers ‘cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2x]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (hey) two for the show (yeah)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the hoes (hey)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (nah)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin’ zeroes (what)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (hey)
Fuck these devils, and they laws (yeah)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls
9.7.08
Ludacris - Number 1 Spot
[Ludacris - имитира Austin Powers]
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!
[Ludacris]
Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look
[1]
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!
[Припев]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!
[2]
Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada
Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father, father, and hey I love gold
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars
[Припев]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!
[3]
Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master
Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards
These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle
They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"
Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo
Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo
Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!
[Припев]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!
