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 Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:14 pm
Songs and lyrics
Please request songs and we will try to find the song and the words
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:15 pm
Bow Wow - Fresh AzimizLink: http://tinyurl.com/jmryc[BOW WOW - Verse 1]
When I was 8 I was rhymin not back yard game playin
Watchin Snoop anxiously and waitin for my chance man
Ridin cocky wit it cause I kno that I am man
I'm goin down in history like American Band Stand
I stay fresh to def like the neighborhood dope man
I stay on the top cause I keep comin wit dough man
U steady watchin steady but there ain't no hope man
U dealin wit somethin bigger than the US oh man
And ain't no jokin
Fresh like fatlaces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin
Young but I'm ready so that means I'm strokin
Look at me now days girl a dawg is soakin
Addicted to it Jd say I got it bad
18 ***** makin more than yo dad
They think they doin it but I'ma out do em
If you know somebody like that walk up and say to em
[Chorus:]
[JD]
Ye ain't ridin (ye ain't ridin)
Ye ain't bumpin like I'm bumpin
Ye ain't sayin nuthin homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it thuggin like I keep it thuggin
Lil buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
[J-KWON]
Ye ain't big (big) whipping
Ye ain't steady ti tippin
No girl getting homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
You think you is (Think ya is) but you ain't
Think u can get it crunk like me but u can't
[BOW WOW - Verse 2]
Now every record that I make I'm tryin to get up out the store man
Every car I drive I'm tryin have u sayin whoa man
Fourth album comeback power like rogaine
Records say Columbia but I'm So So man
I stay on my grind bringin in that dough man
From records to movies now a tv show man
Anything given to me I'm gon rep man
Big house, big cars what u expect man
Just to get a glimpse girls breakin they neck man
Blinded by the light glistenin off the ? lane
Bow hot as ever I ain't lost no step
Straight t-shirt, sneaker I ain't tryin to go prep
Like these lil r and b groups that need my help
Wish they had my style wish they had my rep
But oh no, u'll never have it like me man
And if u can't understand this is what I'm sayin
[Chorus:]
[JD]
Ye ain't ridin (ye ain't ridin)
Ye ain't bumpin like I'm bumpin
Ye ain't sayin nuthin homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it thuggin like I keep it thuggin
Lil buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
[J-KWON]
Ye ain't big (big) whipping
Ye ain't steady ti tippin
No girl getting homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
You think you is (Think ya is) but you ain't
Think u can get it crunk like me but u can't
[BOW WOW - Verse 3]
I got a spot in MIA to get away from the cold weather
Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara
Bow fall off ***** that'll b never
I'm rich (yea I'm rich) I can do whatever
I get a kick outta shuttin suckas down in the parkin lot
Especially when they tryin to stunt thinking they hot
All out the window talking loud like they runnin my block
That's when I come through (come through) and all that stop
And ain't another young'n keep it fresh like dis man
Every year, same time come wit them hits man
Tired of makin girls fall out wit a kiss man
Well listen and you're stuck music just like quick sand
Older people say that lil young dude sick man
Young AI and we cool thick man
Difference between you and me is u b bricklin
And I ain't never did that before (no)
[Chorus:]
[JD - repeat 2]
Ye ain't ridin (ye ain't ridin)
Ye ain't bumpin like I'm bumpin
Ye ain't sayin nuthin homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it thuggin like I keep it thuggin
Lil buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
[J-KWON]
Ye ain't big (big) whipping
Ye ain't steady ti tippin
No girl getting homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
You think you is (Think ya is) but you ain't
Think u can get it crunk like me but u can't
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Frankalicious__xOx Vice Captain
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Frankalicious__xOx Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:16 pm
Lil' Bow Wow, Take Ya Home
Link:
http://tinyurl.com/qp8tp
From the C-O to across the seas
I'm guaranteed to everybody bounce w/ me
Been known to put it down anyplace I be
You can copy but it's only gon' be one me
I don't ride in no cars till a man come wit me
14 and i started up a whole epidemic
Look, ya'll know what I'm talkin about
Ever since I hooked up with the homie down south
TV shows, magazine covers
Girls in groups sayin, "We go w/ each other."
Sold out shows, pocket full of cake
What you know about selling tres mil out the gate?
I'm the hottest thang around
Neck full of bling, bling like the neptune sound
I got it locked on the left, right, front & rear
When I step up in the spot this is all I hear
I said Lil' Bow Wow you just don't know
The way you move so fast across the floor
I mean you run through my mind like all the time
To the point that I just wanna take ya home
Right now, when I'm old, where I'm gonna be
How I flow, homie you can bet the house on me
I'ma forever be up under the scope
I ain't tryin' to go out like Todd Bridges off Different Strokes
I was born to rock, born to rhyme
What you lookin' at is somethin' that's before their time
Like the number 2-3 in the red and black
Mr. 106 & Park is back...HOLLA!
I do it like no other
And attract mo' family than Ringling Brothers
I got 'em scattered, covered, smothered like hash browns
See I'm the best just ask around
I'm here now, and ain't nobody takin' mine
It's a waste of time if you thinkin' you can
You betta off gettin' a shirt, makin' a sign that reads
"Shad Moss, I'm yo number 1 fan!"
I said Lil' Bow Wow you just don't know
The way you move so fast across the floor
I mean you run through my mind like all the time
To the point that I just wanna take ya home
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:32 pm
Chamillionaire - RidinLink: http://tinyurl.com/kmcd6They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrollin' And 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 slangin. 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. Police think they can see me lean; I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen. They 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 controlla There's a full clip in my pistola; send 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. Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies. Law's on patrol; you know they hate me. Music turned all the way up and to 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 I'm tippin' slow. Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough; Police Pull up from behind and im sittin low. Windows down, gotta stop pollution. CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?" This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' Got warrants in every city except Houston But I still ain't losin'. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. Patrollin' And 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. I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' s**t 'Cause I really can't focus. I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope This big ol Excursion Swervin', All up in the curve, man. ***** been sippin' on that Hennessey And the gin again Is in again; We in to win. Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt And rollin another one up; We livin' like we ain't givin' a ******** got a revolver in my right hand; 40 oz on my lap, freezing my balls Roll anotha tree, green leaves and all. Comin' up pretty deep, me and my dogs, yo. I gotta get to backstreets; Wanted by the six-pounds 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 regard for the law, We dodge 'em like ******** 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, Run up if you want, *****,poppin'you dark. Ready or not, we gon' bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. Patrollin' And 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. Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go. Turn on my blinker light And then I swang it slow. And they upset for sure 'Cause they think they know That they catchin me with plenty of the drank n' dro. 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; keep tryin' steady denyin' it's racial profilin'. 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'll try to come up fast. And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them, Givin' 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'ma laugh at you And then I have to cruise. You're a number two On some old DJ Screw. You can't arrest me plus you can't sue. This a message to the law; tells 'em "We hate you." I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known. Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome. Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone. Like they couldn't stop me I'm a bout to pull up at your home And it's on. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. Patrollin' And 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.
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Frankalicious__xOx Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:37 pm
Lil Jon - Snap Yo FingersLink: http://tinyurl.com/zoz3aWhat's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik What's up 40? What's happenin'? What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'? Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time To turn this thang on out Now let me see everybody do this Hey! Let's go! Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! You can do it all by yo self! Let me see you do it! Ay! Let me see you do it! Ay! Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it You can't do like me, I'm by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin', what's up Got da purk fired up What's happenin', what's up Got Patrone in my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrone and purk, I can't thank I'm blowed, to tha do' don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A' Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day Drinkin' some ??, dyin' off Patrone VIP style, strapped wit my chrome Look around tha club, what do I see Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove All by they self, that's tha new move ***** where I'm from, we like to go ?? I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it Do what cha do, you and ya crew They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha s**t too Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here Brand new shoes, brand new tool Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock b***h! Reppin' my block b***h!, straight from tha deck When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck Smokin' on tha best, we don't ******** wit dat mess I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap 1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town' (and if you ain't know) this how it go down Hey! Hey!
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:43 pm
50 cent - Just A Lil Bit
Link:
http://tinyurl.com/ozv2u
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this s**t
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a ***** from the old school
On the dance floor, a ***** doin' old moves
I don't give a ********, I do what I wan' do
I hit your a** up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, ***** don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this b***h
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a ***** really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on ??? cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya b***h, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a ***** really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna (*edited*) tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon
[Chorus x2]
All a really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:47 pm
50 Cent - In Da ClubLink: http://tinyurl.com/mmfugGo, shawty- is yo birthday we gon party like is yo birthday We gon sip bacardy like is yo birthday and u noe we dun give a ******** if that's yo birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed When i pull out up front u see the benz on dub's When i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club Niggas heard i ******** with dre now they wanna show me love When you sound like eminem and the hugs they wanna ******** But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up i see xzibit in the cut that nicca roll the weed up If you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp in the hood the ladys saying 50 you hot they like me, i want them to love me like they love popa but how them new york, niggas tell ya im lo-co when the plan is to put the rap game in a chock-hold im feelin focus man, my money on my mind got a mill out the deal and im still on the grind Now shorty said she feelin my style she feeling my flow He girlfriend with it get ride and we ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed Mah flow, Mah show, brought me the doh, that bought me all my fancey things, Mah Crib, mah cars, Mah pools, Mah jewls, look nicca i got kmart and i aint change And you should love it, way more then you hate it nicca you mad, i thought that you'd be happy i made it Im that cat by the bar, toasting to the good light You that fagget a** nicca trying to pull me back ride When it dark, Well be pumping in the club, its on i wit my eyes on my b***h, if she smiles, she gone if the roof on fire, let that ******** burn if u talken bout money homie, i aint concern imma tell you banks homie cause go ahead switch the style up if figgas hit the letta make watch the money pile up or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub you know where we ******** be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in 165 there gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the extacey in to taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:50 pm
Chris Brown - Gimme That Link:
http://tinyurl.com/hlhzx
Storch (oh)
S. Dot (Yea)
Ooh Ohh.
The dynamic duo.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.....its what your body sayin.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo.....
Chris Brown is in the building.
The young boy just turned 16 and I got
64's and hot bikes that I rock
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
But all that swinging in that bikini just might convince him.
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,
Cause you speaking that slang that I talk.
That sassy tempo with that walk,
Maybe the reason that all these teenies may never see me.
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Ma take a break let me explain to you
What yo body got a young boy ready to do
If you take a chance and let me put them thangs on you
I can show you why I make them straight "A's" in school
Cuz I'm a HUSTLER(HUSTLLER) trust my frame and age
Got you thinkin that I'm just too young to turn your page
I can PICTURE us switchin lanes
In the coupe with you on the phone screamin my name
CHRIS
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo..girl you serious
and I been watchin you.
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo....its what your body sayin.
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo....heyyyyyyyyy.
woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo....its what your body sayin(OOH!).
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme
(Chris Brown Speaking):
Yea MA
Dont be frontin like you dont know whats goin on, aiight
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:10 pm
T.i. - What You Know Lyrics
Link:
http://tinyurl.com/r3nkx
[Chorus]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
What you know about that {*3X*}
Ay, don't you know I gotta key by the three
When that chirp shawty chirp back
Louie nap sack where I'm holding all the work at
What you know about that {*3X*}
Hey I know all about that
Loaded 44 on the low where the cheese at
Fresh off the jet to the jets where the G's at
What you know about that {*2X*}
Hey what you know about that
Hey I know all about that
[Verse 1]
See me in your city sitting pretty know I'm shining dog
I ride with a couple lamb broads in the china doll
And you know how we ball
Riding in shiny cars
Walking inside a mall
Buy everything he saw
You know about me dog
Don't talk about me dog
And if you doubt me dog
You better out me dog
I'm throwed off slightly bro
Don't wanna fight me bro
I'm fast as lightening bro
You better use your Nike's bro
Know you don't like me cause
Your b***h most likely does
She see me on them dubs
In front of every club
I be on dro I'm buzzed
Gave every hoe a hug
Niggaz don't show me mugz
Cause you don't know me cuz
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Candy on the six four
Love the guts and fish bowl
Fifty on my pinky ring just to make my fist glow
Your bitches get low
Because I get dough
So what I'm rich hoe
I'll still pull a kick though
What you talking s**t for
You gotta run and hit for
Got you yelling and I thought you put out a gun hit for
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just keep it very cool
Or we will bury you
See all that attitude's, unnecessary dude
Cause you never carry 2's not even sweary q's
you got the people fooled, who see me on the tube
Whatever try the crew, they'll see you on the news
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Fresh off the jet to the block
Burn a rubber with a top-pop
I'll pop and bust a shot and make the block hot
LA will ga ga
Cuz you are not hot
I got the top spot
And it will not stop
A video or not that will bust it to the glock stop
drag you out that Bentley Coupe and take it to the chop shop
I know we not y'all
If it may pop off
I'll answer the question "Will I get your block knocked off?"
And what it is bro
Look out the kid bro
I'm in your hood if you a gangsta what you here for
Somebody better get bro before he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it what you still talking s**t for
[Chorus]
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:16 pm
Lil' Wayne - Fireman Lyrics
http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Lil-Wayne/Fireman.html
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody ******** with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember the name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot
[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:17 pm
Lil Wayne - Go Dj LyricsLink: http://tinyurl.com/mgsgnYea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh step up to the mic dude do watcha do, ya heard [Lil Wayne talking] Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you Courtesy of the young man young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want yall out there to do for me is say this [Hook] Say go DJ, cuz that’s my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that’s my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that’s my DJ Say go DJ, cuz that’s my cuz that’s my [Lil Wayne] Murder one on one, the hottest ***** under the sun I come from under the tummy, bustin a tommy Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit Pow, one to the head now you know he dead Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game Naw better yet a veteran a hall of fame I got that medicine, I’m better than all the names Ay its Cash Money Records man a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his frame Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain Cuz the flow is spasmatic what they call insane That aint even a ******** aim I get dough boy And you already know that pimpin 18 how I’m livin young’n show that Bentley Stunna my Pa so you know that’s in me Gotti my mentor so don’t go there wit me [Hook] [Repeat X2] [Lil Wayne] And I move like the Coupe thru traffic Rush hour GT Bent’ roof is absent Ya b***h present wit the music blastin And she keep askin how it shoot if its plastic I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back and cut the Carter back up, oh fa sho Ay Big Mike they betta step thangs its already up Before they step to a sergeant’s son, I got army guns You niggas never harmin young, fly wizzy my opponents done, I’m done talking And I aint just begun, I been runnin my city like Diddy ya chump I fly by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony b***h Paraphony tips, her hair is long and s**t, to her thong and s**t Well here we go so hold on to this, uh lets go [Lil Wayne talking] Hold on let me hit the blunt So go, so go This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is the Carter [Hook X1] [Lil Wayne] Birdman put them niggas in a trash can Leave em outside of your door I’m your trash man I’m steady lightin another hash and ridin in my jag You will need a gas mask man You snakes, stop hidin in the grass Sooner or later I’ll cut it knock the blades in yo a** You homo niggas getting Aids in the a** While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I’m stayin on my grizzy I’ma bonafide hustler Play me or play wit me then I’m goin find your mother Niggas wanna eat cuz they aint ate nothin But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I’ma walk into the restaurant alone, leavin out Leavin behind just residue and bones In your residents with Rugers to your dome Like where the ******** you holdin the coke, holdin your throat, choke This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this This is the Carter [Hook X1] Go DJ, DJ, DJ
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 6:50 am
50 cent - Disco InfernoLink: http://tinyurl.com/n66nf1, 2, 3, LETS GO little mama show me how you move it, go head-putcha back into it, Do your thing like there aint nothin to it, Shake...shh..shh..shake that a** girl (x2) [Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. tha flow sounds sick over Dre' drums *****, I ain't stupid - I see Doc then ma dope come quicker. Whoa! Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that a** girl. I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh. I'm so gutta, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good? Outside the benz on Dubs, I'm in the club wit the snubs don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh. [Hook x2] little mama show me how you move it, go head-putcha back into it, Do your thing like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. ..shh..shh..shake that a** girl. [Verse 2] Let's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce with me. Sip champagne, and burn a little greenery. This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin with a pro. I get told to flip dough to get more, fo sho'. Get my drink on then get on the dance floor. Look homie I don't dance all I do is this. It's the same 2-step with a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this s**t. You mix a lil' green with a little Don Perignon. And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on. Hollerin' at this b***h in da club tryin' to get right, we gonna be up in this b***h 'til we break daylight. [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go head- putcha back into it, Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it, Shake...shh..shh..shake that a** girl. [Verse 3] You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds cos I stay grindin'. Uh-huh. Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe switchin lanes.[Ha Ha] U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah. N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain. G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch. Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot. Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco. Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go! [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, go head-putcha back into it, Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it, Shake...Shake..shh..shh..shake that a** girl.
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