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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:43 pm
*E-40 smirked as his intro to "Muscle Cars" began and the stagehands went hyphy.*
Muscle Cars- yeeeey'!..
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Not out of the local news paper, but out the AutoTrader
Cleaner, than virgin cuchie, my nigg', one on her Cutlass, playa'
The beat wrapped in monster cables, the speakers thump'n
Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n
All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push!
Organic weed, mysterey weed, just purple cush!
I cut the the rear weld, on my whip, and filled that b***h up
and now muscle car sit'n up high like a monster truck
Monster up', suck up to none, don't be no poodle
Split his pack open like pack of Top Ramen noodle
In the heart of the soil, where you can find me
Try me ******** boi', and get your face put on a white tee
40, Turf Talk and Keak the Sneak
They maynee' a** voices, and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and run'n lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
[Keak Da Sneak]
Thumper, and carburator. four speed Trany
Dual exahust dipped in sauce
My car is a beast, catch me in the streets side ways
Threw the East Side-Boi', crunk like Lil' Jon
Show 40, and Mac Keak the last don
East Okaland the land of the side show
Richmond, Frisco, to the Valley Jo'
I'm ridin side ways, this way and that way
Doors open, while in traffic
Hold the door open, (Hello!)
s**t'n on em', no front'n
455 got me run'n up on Aston Martins
We run from dem on streets, not the freeway
B&M shift kit (kirrrk) me and Danny Phea
On my celly cell stright lace with no ******** dew
Mobb'n in my Ol' skool, like Lil' Bruce'
[Chorus]
[Turf Talk]
Four 15's, beat supreme
Told niggaz ******** Rally's, ride gold one's mayne'
Mother's off candid, don't hate cause I ain't me
Race, foo, smoke in yo' face, foo'
Super charger, push this botton and my engine start up
Pistol tucked
Might be pirmiered, but my engine souped up
Quick to the floor, when you open yours
Don't scratch my doors. 350' I push heavy
Not a Ford it's (Chevy), (Chevy), (Chevy)
First owner, not too many miles on her
We rep the BAY, we don't rep Califronia, (I'm lie'n...)
I'm run you for your car note
Why you don't got SS's in front of your Monte Carlo?
Residence full of white folks
I'm leave fresh tire marks top of they asphalt
[Bridge]
You got muscle car? You ******** wit' dem Muscle cars?
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:45 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:45 pm
(Anthrax one of the best metal bands ever..period.)*Jed got up and walked around.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:46 pm
Chamillionaire came in
Ridin' Dirty
Chamillionare
[Chorus]
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Police think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a ***** locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin oak
Music loud and tippin slow
Twist and twistin like hit this dough
Pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
I been drinkin and smokin holdin s**t cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
***** been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a ********
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a ***** tree, green leaves and all
Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like ******** em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, ***** you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A ***** upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profiling
Houston, TX you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on
[Chorus 2x]
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:47 pm
*Keak Da Sneak started breaking it down.*
(Yo.............Wassup Keak)
Somethin Went Off In My Hand On My Strap, But Im Smokin Purple, Sippin Yac. (Yeah) Dat's My Word
(Hyphie...What It Do...Fasheezy)
Dat's My Word
(Mmhmm....Rah Records, Baby....Dope Game 2....2)
Somethin Went Off In My Hand On My Strap, But Im Smokin Purple, Sippin Yac
Inhailer, Im Primatene Mist, Causin Asthma Attacks
Hittin Niggas, Takin' Early Faids, Gap Backs
Direct The Scene, Shoot 'Em Wit Cannon, So How You Wanna Aaaaaaact?!
Bunnatin', Oppolatin' The Sizzle
In The Cut Alone Fuh Doin My Thizzle
Oohin, Drankin, Throwin Up The Huuuunnneeeeedddddssss!!!
Solo, But On The Low, My Buddy (My Buddy)
Doin Hella s**t At One Time
My Definition Of Hyphie Man Is Thizzin, Sniffin Lines
Im In Da Buildin And Im Feelin Like Yeeeeeeee!!!
R.I.P. To Da Mac D-R-E
So Don't, Dont Stop, Keep It Goin (Keep It Goin)
Wit Some Privalage In Da Back Boy, Blowin (Blowin)
Hold It Down For The Bay Reppin Oakland
If It Wasn't For That Grandaddy Smokin' (Dadida)
YADIDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOW, THATS MY WORD (Hyphie)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD (What It Do)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOWIN, THAT'S MY WORD (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD
Ooh Ahh, Ooh Aaaah! Do A Little s**t
Brrrrrapabababaaayyyy. Have I Lost It? You Still Wit Me?
Fazeekin', Keakin And Sneakin
All In Tha Do', Wit Da Nappy Fro', Im Still Freaky
On Lithas, Bonitas, Senorita's
Turn The Tool Is The Way They Stay Up On The Feature
I See My ***** In Da Traffic, Wassuppeee!!
Brotha By Anotha Motha, First Cuz, Worst Bloody
I Miss Big With The Husky Brusky
Quartebackin, Trust Me, Rugby Rush Me
Color Purple, Still In The Sweet It's Ugly
I Dont Know You But You Lovin' Me, Fresher Than Doug E.
Look At Wat The ********' Rap Game Don' Done To Me
To A Grown *****, Run Da Beat, Here Comes Keak Da Sneak
Sell Talk, What To Do Wit Technique, Nothin' But Heat
Sell Talk, What To Do On This Beat, This For The Street
YADIDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOW, THATS MY WORD (Hyphie)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD (What It Do)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOWIN, THAT'S MY WORD (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD
First, Second Verse, Dis My Third
Six Grade Drivin To School, I Had A Firebird
I Don't Think They Knowin, That's My Word
Oh You Hip Now? I Was Problem Child, You Was Nerd
I Was Bein' Bad, You Was Bein' Good
But All This Time Had A Destiny To Save The Hood
All Dat s**t I Been Through, Look At Me Now
Im Strikin' Like A Match Mayne, Back To Tha Town (Back To The Town)
Beenie Cap Fowl And My Mug On Mean (Mean)
Wakin' Up Ya Family Wit 4 15's (4 15's)
In Tha Driveway, They Can't Stand Me
Die Hard Raider, Sneak Davis, Draft Randy
Moss(sukasuk) Boss Gon' Be Flossin'(Floss)
Put It On Thick Like MAC Lip Gloss (MAC Lip Gloss)
Oh Inhail Dat s**t, Mayne I Aint Takin A Loss
But Pay, This s**t Cost Cause I Been Had Sauce
YADIDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
YADDDAMEAN (Fasho), KNOW WHAT I MEAN (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOW, THATS MY WORD (Hyphie)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD (What It Do)
I DONT THINK THEY KNOWIN, THAT'S MY WORD (Fasheezy)
I DONT THINK, THEY DON'T, THAT'S MY WORD
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:48 pm
~I g2g ~
Mike sang one last song the most famous one
Papercut Linkin park
Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
I know I've got a face in me
Points out all my mistakes to me
You've got a face on the inside too and
Your paranoia's probably worse
I don't know what set me off first
But I know what I can't stand
Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is
I can't add up to what you can but
Everybody has a face that they hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is watching you too
Right inside your skin
[x2]
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
The face inside is right beneath your skin [x3]
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me
The sun goes down
I feel the light betray me
The sun
I feel the light betray me
The sun
I feel the light betray me
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:48 pm
*Lita watches incredilously, beginning to wonder if she was at the right arena.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:50 pm
*E-40 clapped as Kanye West and Ice Cube walked in to do an rendition of "Tell Me When to Go." *
[ E-40 ]
Remix!
Ay man, Ay its my popular demand pimp
I need a fix man
They demandin a remix man
( a remix pimp )
Its confirmed like a DON KING perm
Ya got ya boi E-40
Ya got Kanye West
[ Ice Cube ] its Ice Cube *****!
[ Chorus }
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
[ E-40 ]
Chris burbi to carlos rossi
Got me feelin like the man of steel
Extreme hyphy energy drink
Spinning steering wheel
Mardi gras beads around my neck
Invisible sets, pull-outs
Diamonds in my mouth
Rally stripes, muscle cars
Vans and campers
My dude got handlebars
Get out yo cameras
Went to dark-down bring out the crates
We on the soil ice skatin
Doin figure 8's
The king of slang
They call me EBONICS
I get stupid and dumb
Like jasox and mantronics
(Dumb dumb dumb dumb)
Hear me out
The first ******** to even speak about a drought
40 a foo i heard he growin out his hair
Swear? yea he takin it there
Uuuhhh
This party music
Get used to it
The HYPHY movement
[ Chorus }
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
You know we got Kanye West on the remix
[ Kanye West ]
Ay
Ay
Ay pimp, its yay pimp
40 told me to ******** wit him in the bay pimp
So imma, ride down wit my doors open yea
Thats the way to get the hoes open
High heel stilletos wit the toes open yea
And any haters get they nose broken
Now tell me when to go
Tell me where da hoes
You told me it was cold
Now you act like you dont noe
Like
Umm
Umm
Imma hit the liquor sto
Imma b on the low
I mite have my hoody on
If you call out my name then you noe they gon go
(dumb)
Ya ******** up my mode mayne
I told you only call me by my code name
They already recognize me from my gold chain
The same one i gave keeysha coles mayne
Now go dumb
Like cole
On Martin
Im retarted
Ayyy
[ Chorus }
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
[ Ice Cube ]
Tell me when to go
Niggas get silly
Ice Cube on the mic fifty-one-fifty
Nuthin but a foo yall noe who wit me
A west cost ***** named E-4 liquor
We can drink malt liquor
Till the party get thicka
Then i get sicka
And go gorilla
Rollin thru the Bay
Doors open mayne
Freaks on the side walk
Coastin mayne
Then they can jump in
Get a lil sumthin
Yell geranimo
b***h cuz i gotta go
Burn rubber, leave it in the streets
Leave it to them dope a** Lil' Jon beats
Thay make ya go bizzerk
Till it hurt, put in work
If ya scared go to church
Shake them dreads
***** ******** them feds
Im wit the E-4 oh
Tell me when to go
[ Chorus }
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to gooo
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb da da dumb
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:50 pm
(( Cya )) The Chamilitary came up on stage with LIL' FLIP!
Turn It Up by Chamillionaire featuring Lil' FLIP!
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
Imma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
which one of yall am I gone take home (take home)
imma show em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
give em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up..."
(Chamillionaire Verse)
Give me that million dollar beat and let me show you what to do with it
(Who that is?) That's the illest rapper choppin' and screwin' it
Couldnt snatch the game is what they told me, so im provin it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw em high
Bcuz Chamillionaire's the anwser to the game like Allen I.
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu errrwwwee lie
So give the ladies what that want, Got em racin' to the front
of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque
Rap is dead so ima bring it back,Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, They'll say ima track wrecker
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigggga (He's Baaack)
You cant get mad if you feel that you and cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stat's ever so dont let that cap (*Gun Shot*) hit ya
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
Imma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
which one of yall am I gone take home (take home)
imma show em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
give em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
(Lil Flip Verse)
When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
Im 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' Mary Jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain
I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my pankyrang
5 karot diamond chain vvs is in it mayne
You know i rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hipnotic, Big Bodies with Blue paint
We got that oomp spray, But it still stank
You a lame so yo dame playin mind games
Ima pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggas talk s**t untill i let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that maybach switchin lanes
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
Imma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
which one of yall am I gone take home (take home)
imma show em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
give em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
(Chamillionaire Verse 2)
Heaaded to the baar (Im headed to the baar)
You know im V.I.P. (You know im vipee)
And since you rollin' with a star (You rollin with a staar)
You V.I.P. with mee (Chamillitary heey heey)
Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper thinkin' they doin it
(Who That Is??) That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining They say our jewerly sick
Houston got a problem and you dont want nuthin to do wit it (Do you kid?)
I aint think so Im tippin slow when my trunk is liftin' up Look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere i go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fosho
Told me that she didnt care about my money Wasnt hearin it
Looks can be deceving as Chamillion paint apperances
You know how we do it at home of screw and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did
(Chamillionaire Chorus)
Imma show you how to get your shine on (shine on)
turn it up the DJ playing my song (my song)
everybody keep on calling my phone (my phone)
which one of yall am I gone take home (take home)
imma show em how to get the club crunk (club crunk)
give em something thats goin' rattle that trunk (that trunk)
tip ya cups up until ya get drunk (get drunk) tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:52 pm
*The stagehands were getting hyphy and crunk. Some of the superstars joined in.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:54 pm
Lean Wit Rock Wit It by Dem Franchize Boys
{Lean wit it, rock wit it!
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it,
lean wit it, rock wit it!
~Verse 1~
I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocket,
posted in the cut, and im lookin for a blockhead,
yup in my white tee! i break a b***h back,
and i keep a big bank, oh i think dey like dat!
before i leave the house, im slizzard on a goose,
and im higher then a plane, so a ***** really loose,
and i can lean wit it, and i can rock wit it,
and if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a c**k wit it!
~Verse 2~
ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it,
rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it,
pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it,
if the spot ain't crunk,b***h if we ain't in it
if u dont wanna do it, then ill make ya dance,
perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands,
when you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy,
Chalay, plus the squad n dem franchize boyz!
{Hook}
~Verse 3~
now im gon lean wit it(yea!), brush my shoulders off,
cuz im supa clean wit it, SK dont play, i got a beam wit it,(beam wit it)
if i ******** you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it,
now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back,
snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, i said lean wit it,
take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it,
im off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?
~Verse 4~
When s**t pop off, im jumpin out jus like "wassup hoe?"
im jigglin dat s**t, all the way down to the flo' ho,
im up in the club, and im creepin like im ice,
cuz my s**t down to the flo, like im rollin on a dice,
you know we jawin, yup, and we all in da white tee,
i lean n i rock, niggas wanna do it like me,
i run wit BM squad cuz thats my ******** click fool,
break that b***h back, jus like a real squad ***** do!
{Hook}
~Verse 5~
Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers,
ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me,
gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me,
call me Teddy, i got grams dont hate, ***** shop wit me,
BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known b***h,
Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on hold on b***h !,
dis trap s**t n rap s**t, i done did dat s**t,
lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat s**t ayyy,
~Verse 5~
The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some otha s**t,
left witcha b***h, wit an ounce, and a stiff d**k,
didnt have to say much, cuz she seem obliged,
walked off the club, got on the phone, called her gurl for menage,
wat im all up to, s**t lets see how it turned out,
gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house,
ay u wit that G s**t right?
cuz i done leaned, i done rocked all ******** night!
{Lean wit it, rock wit it!}x16
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 5:56 pm
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