Muskurane Meaning
What is the meaning of Muskurane ? Find the Meaning of Muskurane ?
is Smiling. The Song of Arijit singh Muskurane ki wajah tum mention that ki you are the reason why i am smiling.
Muskurane Meaning
Lyrics of Muskurane Citylights Arijit Singh
Muskurane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Gungunane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Jiya Jaye Na
Jaye Na
O re Piya Re
Oh Re Lamhe Tu Kahi Mat Ja
Ho Sake Toh Umar Bhar Tham Ja
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Dooph Aaye Toh
Chao Tum Laana
Khwaiyishoo ki Baarishoo Mai
Bheeg Sang Jana
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Jo Mile Usme
Kaat Lege Hum
Thodi Khushiya Thode Aasu Baat Lege Hum
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Muskurane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Gungunane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Gungunane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Jiya Jaye Na
Jaye Na
O re Piya Re
Oh Re Lamhe Tu Kahi Mat Ja
Ho Sake Toh Umar Bhar Tham Ja
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Dooph Aaye Toh
Chao Tum Laana
Khwaiyishoo ki Baarishoo Mai
Bheeg Sang Jana
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Jo Mile Usme
Kaat Lege Hum
Thodi Khushiya Thode Aasu Baat Lege Hum
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Muskurane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Gungunane Ki Wajha Tum Ho
Jiya Jaye Na Jaye Na
Oh Re Piya Re
Piya Re
Banjaara Ek Villain Lyrics
Lyrics Banjaara Ek Villain Lyrics
Jise Zindgi Doond Rahi Hai
Kya Yeh Wo Makaam Mera Hai
Yaha Chain Se Bas Ruk Jau
Kyu Dil Yeh Mujeh Kehta Hai
Zazzbaat Naye Se Mile Hai
Jane Kya Asar Yeh Hua Hai
Ek Aas Mili Phir Mujko
Jo Kabool Kisi Neh Kiya Hai
Kisi Shayar Ki Gazal
Jo De Rooh Ko Sukoon Ke Pal
Koi Mujehko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Naye Mausam ki Sehar
Ya Sard Mai Do Pehar
Koi Mujko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Jese Koi Kinaara
Det Ho Sahara
Mujeh Wo Mila Kissi Mod Par
Koi Raat Ka Tara
Karta Ho Uzala
Wese Hi Roshan Kare Wo Shehar
Dard Mere Wo Bhula Hi Gaya
Kuch Aesa Asar Hua
Jeena Mujeh Phir Se Wo Sikha Raha
Jese Baarish Kar De Tar
Ya Marham Dard Par
Koi Mujko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Naye Mausam Ki Sehar
Ya Sard Mai Do Pehar
Koi Mujko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Muskata Yeh Chehra
Deta Hai Jo Pehra
Jane Chupata Kya Dil Ka Samundar
Auro Ko Toh Har Dam Saya Deta Hai
Wo Dooph Mai Hai Khada Khud Magar
Choot Lagi Hai Usse Kyu Mehsoos Mujeh Ho Raha
Dil Tu Bata De Kya Hai Irada Tera
Mai Parinda Besabr
Tha Uda Tha Dar-b-Dar
Koi Mujko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Naye Mausam Ki Sehar
Ya Sard Mai Do Pehar
Koi Mujko Yu Mila Hai
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Jese Banjaare Ko Ghar
Galliyan Lyrics
Galliyan Lyrics
Yahi Doobe Dil Mere
Yahi Hoote Hai Saweere
Yahi Marna Aur Jeena
Yahi Mandir Aur Madeena
---Repeat -----
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhaave Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpaave Teri Galliyan
Tu Meri Neendo Mai Sota Hai
Tu Mere Ashko Mai Rota Hai
Sargoshi Si Hai Khayalo Mai
Tu Na Ho Phir Bhi Tu Hota Hai
Hai Silaa Tu Mere Dard Ka
Mere Dil Ki Duae Hai
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhavve Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpavee Teri Galliyan
Kese Hai Rishta Tera Mera
Be Chehra Phir Bhi Kitna Gehra
Yeh Lamhe Lamhe Yeh Resham Se
Kho Jae Kho Na jae Hamse
Kaafila Waqt Ka
Rook lE Ab Dil Se Judaa Na Ho
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhavve Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpaave Teri Galliyan
Galliyan Lyrics Ek Villain Movie
Lyrics Of Teri Galliyan Full Lyrics
Movie: Ek Villain
Yahi Hoote Hai Saweere
Yahi Marna Aur Jeena
Yahi Mandir Aur Madeena
Galliyan Lyrics Video Song - Ek Villain ft. Shraddha Kapoor, Siddharth Malhotra | HD 1080p
---Repeat -----
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhaave Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpaave Teri Galliyan
Tu Meri Neendo Mai Sota Hai
Tu Mere Ashko Mai Rota Hai
Sargoshi Si Hai Khayalo Mai
Tu Na Ho Phir Bhi Tu Hota Hai
Hai Silaa Tu Mere Dard Ka
Mere Dil Ki Duae Hai
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhavve Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpavee Teri Galliyan
Kese Hai Rishta Tera Mera
Be Chehra Phir Bhi Kitna Gehra
Yeh Lamhe Lamhe Yeh Resham Se
Kho Jae Kho Na jae Hamse
Kaafila Waqt Ka
Rook lE Ab Dil Se Judaa Na Ho
Teri Galliyan
Teri Galliyan
Mujko Bhavve Teri Galliyan
Yu Hi Tadpaave Teri Galliyan
Watch Full Video Song Of " Teri Galliyan On Youtube "
The Lonely Island feat E-40 - Santana DVX Lyrics
The Lonely Island feat E-40 - Santana DVX Lyrics
{*bottle pops*}
[Intro]
What is that, Cristal? (No!)
Dom P? (Hell no!)
(This is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint!
(Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it)
WELL LET'S TELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS~!
[The Lonely Island]
As a kid, I used to lay awake and think
When was Santana gonna make a drink?
But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
Santana champagne, from here to you
From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing
Yo it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana
I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana
What's the first name in cham - it's Carlos
And to that man I propose a toast
In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's gettin down with the DVX
[Interlude]
Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
(That's right motherfucker! Here, try it)
Alright {*pops bottle*} AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~!
[The Lonely Island]
I feel alive for the first time
Each sip hits my lips like a landmine
Without Carlos in my life I was livin a lie
He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries
He's a Southwest, tie wearin bolo champ
Comin straight out the box with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin
Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was said God rest
But on the 8th day he made the DVX
[E-40]
Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about?
(Carlos Santana!) That's right
I see bitches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine
(We certainly are) Well be careful
cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!
I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (OOOOH)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks - uhh
Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties
I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy
I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya
A legend, a boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin the guitar
Old enough to know better but young enough to not care
I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair {*WHIP*}
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop Cristal on her lip
Cain't stop, won't stop gettin my bread
Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred
{*guitar solo*}
Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh
[The Lonely Island]
A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
A queer drank a bottle and became a freak
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
[E-40]
A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~!
{*bottle pops*}
[Intro]
What is that, Cristal? (No!)
Dom P? (Hell no!)
(This is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana DVX? That's my joint!
(Mine too, but a lot of these busters don't know about it)
WELL LET'S TELL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS~!
[The Lonely Island]
As a kid, I used to lay awake and think
When was Santana gonna make a drink?
But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
Santana champagne, from here to you
From the heart of Napa Valley and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing
Yo it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana
I can't stand a flute with anything but Santana
What's the first name in cham - it's Carlos
And to that man I propose a toast
In the 60's, he had lots of freebie sex
But now he's gettin down with the DVX
[Interlude]
Excuse me fellas!
Am I to understand that Carlos Santana has made a champagne?
(That's right motherfucker! Here, try it)
Alright {*pops bottle*} AWWWWWWWWW SHIT~!
[The Lonely Island]
I feel alive for the first time
Each sip hits my lips like a landmine
Without Carlos in my life I was livin a lie
He makes his guitar weep, but his champagne cries
He's a Southwest, tie wearin bolo champ
Comin straight out the box with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin
Plus he teamed with Rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was said God rest
But on the 8th day he made the DVX
[E-40]
Gentlemen, gentlemen, what is all the hubbub about?
(Carlos Santana!) That's right
I see bitches-is enjoyin my sparkling wine
(We certainly are) Well be careful
cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!
I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling wine
Santana DVX make you wanna have sex (OOOOH)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks - uhh
Won hella Grammies, batches throw me they panties
I'm probably your daddy, I probably nutted in your mammy
I'm a Bay boy, city life, been around the corner
Try to play me foul and my vatos gon' run up on ya
A legend, a boss, that's what I are
Ask about me pimp, 'tana be killin the guitar
Old enough to know better but young enough to not care
I get active - might slap a bitch with my hair {*WHIP*}
Left coast up top I bang that shit
My sparkling wine'll pop Cristal on her lip
Cain't stop, won't stop gettin my bread
Pack arenas and coliseums now watch me shred
{*guitar solo*}
Ohhhh, San-tan-tan-tan-ahhhh
[The Lonely Island]
A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak
A queer drank a bottle and became a freak
A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl
[E-40]
A horse drank a bottle, and fucked a cow~!
SHAKIRA - Lo Hecho Está Hecho Lyrics
SHAKIRA - Lo Hecho Está Hecho Lyrics
En la suite 16
Lo que empieza no termina
Del mini bar al eden
Y en muy mala companía
Era ese sabor en tu piel
A azufre revuelto con miel
Asi que me llene de coraje y me fui a caminar por el lado salvaje
Pense "no me mires asi"
Ya se lo que quieres de mi
Que no hay que ser vidente aquí
Para un mal como tu no hay cuerpo que aguante
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Como fue
Que paso
Esa noche
Impaciente
Fueron a llamar
La de recepción
Cuando se quejaban de la 17
No puede ser nada normal
Acabar eligiendo tan mal
En materia de hombres soy toda una experta siempre en repetir mis errores
No hay ceguera peor
Que no querer mirar
Cuando te guardabas el anillo dentro del bolsillo y dejarlo pasar
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Nunca me senti tan fuera de lugar
Nunca tanto se escapo de mi control
Pero todo en este mundo es temporal
Lo eres tu y lo soy yo
Nunca me senti tan fuera de lugar
Nunca tanto se escapo de mi control
Pero todo en este mundo es temporal
En eso no decido yo
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
En la suite 16
Lo que empieza no termina
Del mini bar al eden
Y en muy mala companía
Era ese sabor en tu piel
A azufre revuelto con miel
Asi que me llene de coraje y me fui a caminar por el lado salvaje
Pense "no me mires asi"
Ya se lo que quieres de mi
Que no hay que ser vidente aquí
Para un mal como tu no hay cuerpo que aguante
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Como fue
Que paso
Esa noche
Impaciente
Fueron a llamar
La de recepción
Cuando se quejaban de la 17
No puede ser nada normal
Acabar eligiendo tan mal
En materia de hombres soy toda una experta siempre en repetir mis errores
No hay ceguera peor
Que no querer mirar
Cuando te guardabas el anillo dentro del bolsillo y dejarlo pasar
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Nunca me senti tan fuera de lugar
Nunca tanto se escapo de mi control
Pero todo en este mundo es temporal
Lo eres tu y lo soy yo
Nunca me senti tan fuera de lugar
Nunca tanto se escapo de mi control
Pero todo en este mundo es temporal
En eso no decido yo
Coro:
Lo hecho está hecho
Volvi a tropezar
Con la misma piedra que hubo siempre
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
Y contigo nunca es suficiente
Se siente tan bien todo lo que hace mal
SHAKIRA - La Tortura Lyrics
SHAKIRA - La Tortura Lyrics
Alejandro: Ay! payita mÃa guárdate la poesÃa,
guárdate la alegrÃa pa’ ti!
dame, dame, damelo.(Shakira says: ah!..)
Shakira: No pido que todo los dÃas sean de sol,
no pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta...
Y tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón,
si lloras con dos ojos secos y hablando de ella!
Shakira: Ay! Amor me duele tanto...
Alejandro: Me duele tanto!
Shakira: Que te fueras sin decir a donde. Ay! Amor fue una tortura...
Alejandro&Shakira:...perderte!
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo, pero lo puedo arreglar, amor.
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusa vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Mejor te guardas todo eso. A otro perro con ese hueso y nos decimos adiós!
Alejandro: Pues otra vez, pues otra vez, No.
pues otra vez, pues otra vez, No.
Shakira: No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone un rosal.
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras.
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas!
Alejandro: Ay! Amor me duele tanto, me duele tanto! Que no creas más en mis promesas.
Shakira: Ay! Amor...
Alejandro: Es una tortura...
Shakira:...perderte!
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo, pero lo puedo arreglar, amor.
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusas vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Mejor te guardas todo eso. A otro perro con ese hueso y nos decimos adiós!
Alejandro: dame, dame, damelo. (shakira says: ah!..)
No te bajes, no te bajes, oye negrita mira, no te rajes.
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor, déjame sábado a mi que es mejor!
Oye mi negra no me castigues más, porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz!
Yo sólo soy un hombre arrepentido y como el ave que vuelve a su nido.
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo y es que no estoy hecho de cartón
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusas vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Ay!... Ay!... ay, ay, ay, Ay! Todo lo que he hecho por ti.
Fue una tortura perderte y me duele tanto que sea asÃ.
Sigue llorando perdón. Yo...(A: Oye mira no te rajes!) yo no voy...a llorar hoy por ti!
Alejandro: Ay! payita mÃa guárdate la poesÃa,
guárdate la alegrÃa pa’ ti!
dame, dame, damelo.(Shakira says: ah!..)
Shakira: No pido que todo los dÃas sean de sol,
no pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta...
Y tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón,
si lloras con dos ojos secos y hablando de ella!
Shakira: Ay! Amor me duele tanto...
Alejandro: Me duele tanto!
Shakira: Que te fueras sin decir a donde. Ay! Amor fue una tortura...
Alejandro&Shakira:...perderte!
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo, pero lo puedo arreglar, amor.
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusa vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Mejor te guardas todo eso. A otro perro con ese hueso y nos decimos adiós!
Alejandro: Pues otra vez, pues otra vez, No.
pues otra vez, pues otra vez, No.
Shakira: No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone un rosal.
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras.
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas!
Alejandro: Ay! Amor me duele tanto, me duele tanto! Que no creas más en mis promesas.
Shakira: Ay! Amor...
Alejandro: Es una tortura...
Shakira:...perderte!
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo, pero lo puedo arreglar, amor.
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusas vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Mejor te guardas todo eso. A otro perro con ese hueso y nos decimos adiós!
Alejandro: dame, dame, damelo. (shakira says: ah!..)
No te bajes, no te bajes, oye negrita mira, no te rajes.
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor, déjame sábado a mi que es mejor!
Oye mi negra no me castigues más, porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz!
Yo sólo soy un hombre arrepentido y como el ave que vuelve a su nido.
Alejandro: Yo sé que no he sido un santo y es que no estoy hecho de cartón
Shakira: No sólo de pan vive el hombre y no de excusas vivo yo!
Alejandro: Sólo de errores se aprende y hoy sé que es tuyo mi corazón.
Shakira: Ay!... Ay!... ay, ay, ay, Ay! Todo lo que he hecho por ti.
Fue una tortura perderte y me duele tanto que sea asÃ.
Sigue llorando perdón. Yo...(A: Oye mira no te rajes!) yo no voy...a llorar hoy por ti!
SHAKIRA - La Loba Lyrics
SHAKIRA - La Loba Lyrics
Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala, caminar caminar
Quién no ha querido a una diosa licántropa
En el ardor de una noche romantica
Mis aullidos son el llamado
Yo quiero un lobo domesticado
Por fin he encontrado un remedio infalible que borre del todo la culpa
No pienso quedarme a tu lado mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas
La vida me ha dado un hambre voráz y tu apenas me das caramelos
Me voy con mis piernas y mi juventúd por ahí aunque te maten los celos
Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
Tengo tacones de aguja magnetica
Para dejar a la manada frenetica
La luna llena como una fruta
No da consejos ni los escucha
Llevo conmigo un radar especial para localizar solteros
Si acaso me meto en aprietos tambien llevo el número de los bomberos
Ni tipos muy lindos ni divos ni niños ricos yo se lo que quiero
Pasarla muy bien y portarme muy mal en los brazos de algún caballero
Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
Cuando son casi la una la loba en celo saluda a la luna
Duda si andar por la calle o entrar en un bar a probar fortuna
Ya está sentada en su mesa y pone la mira en su proxima presa
Pobre del desprevenido que no se esperaba una de esas
Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala caminar, caminar
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala, caminar caminar
Quién no ha querido a una diosa licántropa
En el ardor de una noche romantica
Mis aullidos son el llamado
Yo quiero un lobo domesticado
Por fin he encontrado un remedio infalible que borre del todo la culpa
No pienso quedarme a tu lado mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas
La vida me ha dado un hambre voráz y tu apenas me das caramelos
Me voy con mis piernas y mi juventúd por ahí aunque te maten los celos
Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
Tengo tacones de aguja magnetica
Para dejar a la manada frenetica
La luna llena como una fruta
No da consejos ni los escucha
Llevo conmigo un radar especial para localizar solteros
Si acaso me meto en aprietos tambien llevo el número de los bomberos
Ni tipos muy lindos ni divos ni niños ricos yo se lo que quiero
Pasarla muy bien y portarme muy mal en los brazos de algún caballero
Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
Cuando son casi la una la loba en celo saluda a la luna
Duda si andar por la calle o entrar en un bar a probar fortuna
Ya está sentada en su mesa y pone la mira en su proxima presa
Pobre del desprevenido que no se esperaba una de esas
Sigilosa al pasar
Sigilosa al pasar
Esa loba es especial
Mirala caminar, caminar
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
SHAKIRA - La Despedida Lyrics
SHAKIRA - La Despedida Lyrics
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas lluvia, no hay
No hay mas brisa, no hay
No hay mas risa, no hay
No hay mas llanto, no hay
No hay mas miedo, no hay
No hay mas canto, no hay
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
No hay mas cielo , no hay
No hay mas viento, no hay
No hay mas hielo, no hay
No hay mas fuego, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas rabia, no hay
No hay mas sue?o, no hay
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s...
Sufre m?s....
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas lluvia, no hay
No hay mas brisa, no hay
No hay mas risa, no hay
No hay mas llanto, no hay
No hay mas miedo, no hay
No hay mas canto, no hay
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
No hay mas cielo , no hay
No hay mas viento, no hay
No hay mas hielo, no hay
No hay mas fuego, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas vida, no hay
No hay mas rabia, no hay
No hay mas sue?o, no hay
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Ll?vame donde est?s, ll?vame
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s
Cuando alguien se va, ?l que se queda
Sufre m?s...
Sufre m?s....
SHAKIRA - El Ultimo Adios Lyrics
SHAKIRA - El Ultimo Adios Lyrics
Ricky Martin:
Se quebró la calma
Y el silencio en ruido se volvió
Alejandro Sanz:
Quedaron desnudos
Nuestra imagen y nuestro dolor
Thalia:
Se mezclaba el cielo
Juan Luis Guerra, Gloria Estefan:
Junto con la calle y el rencor
Celia Cruz:
Nos llenó de miedo
Juan Luis Guerra, Gloria Estefan, Olga Tañon:
Dónde fue el amor
Ricardo Montaner:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Ana Gabriel:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Jorge Hernandez, Alicia Villareal:
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza
Alejandro Fernandez:
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Carlos Vives:
Dime si el dolor abre una puerta
Jaci Velasquez:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Jose Luis Rodriguez:
Juzga tú Señor a quién tú quieras
Marco Antonio Solis:
Quién iba a pensar
Que esa mañana era el último
José José, Lucia Mendez:
Adios
Jennifer Lopez:
Nadie va a cambiarnos
Emanuelle:
Nadie nos va hacer perder la fé
Chayanne:
Nadie va a callarnos
Chayanne, Gliberto Santarosa:
Nuestra fuerza vuelve a renacer
Paulina Rubio:
Hoy me siento libre
Beto Cuevas:
Y estamos unidos por amor
Ana Barbara:
Hoy todo ha cambiado
Carlos Ponce:
Creo más en ti
Jon Secada:
Señor
Shakira:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Gian Marco:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Luis Fonsi:
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza
Yuri, Miguel Bosé:
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
Wilkins, Giselle, Melina Leon, Ramiro:
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Christina Aguilera:
Ohh oh, dime
All:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza (oh yeah)
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Dime si el dolor abre una puerta
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
(Despertar el corazón)
Juzga tú Señor a quién tú quieras
José Feliciano:
Quién iba a pensar
Alejandro Sanz:
Quién iba a pensar
José Feliciano:
Que esa mañana era el último adios
Ricky Martin:
Se quebró la calma
Y el silencio en ruido se volvió
Alejandro Sanz:
Quedaron desnudos
Nuestra imagen y nuestro dolor
Thalia:
Se mezclaba el cielo
Juan Luis Guerra, Gloria Estefan:
Junto con la calle y el rencor
Celia Cruz:
Nos llenó de miedo
Juan Luis Guerra, Gloria Estefan, Olga Tañon:
Dónde fue el amor
Ricardo Montaner:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Ana Gabriel:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Jorge Hernandez, Alicia Villareal:
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza
Alejandro Fernandez:
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Carlos Vives:
Dime si el dolor abre una puerta
Jaci Velasquez:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Jose Luis Rodriguez:
Juzga tú Señor a quién tú quieras
Marco Antonio Solis:
Quién iba a pensar
Que esa mañana era el último
José José, Lucia Mendez:
Adios
Jennifer Lopez:
Nadie va a cambiarnos
Emanuelle:
Nadie nos va hacer perder la fé
Chayanne:
Nadie va a callarnos
Chayanne, Gliberto Santarosa:
Nuestra fuerza vuelve a renacer
Paulina Rubio:
Hoy me siento libre
Beto Cuevas:
Y estamos unidos por amor
Ana Barbara:
Hoy todo ha cambiado
Carlos Ponce:
Creo más en ti
Jon Secada:
Señor
Shakira:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Gian Marco:
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Luis Fonsi:
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza
Yuri, Miguel Bosé:
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
Wilkins, Giselle, Melina Leon, Ramiro:
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Christina Aguilera:
Ohh oh, dime
All:
Dime si el dolor despierta el alma
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
Ni todo el rencor, ni la venganza (oh yeah)
Nos va a poder calmar las ganas
De ver de nuevo aquellas caras
Dime si el dolor abre una puerta
Dime si es capaz de despertar el corazón
(Despertar el corazón)
Juzga tú Señor a quién tú quieras
José Feliciano:
Quién iba a pensar
Alejandro Sanz:
Quién iba a pensar
José Feliciano:
Que esa mañana era el último adios
Omar Cruz feat Volume 10 - I Hang With My Dawgs Lyrics
Omar Cruz feat Volume 10 - I Hang With My Dawgs Lyrics
Chorus: Javie Lopez (Omar Cruz)
"I hang with my dawgs" --> Volume 10
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my" (WOOF!)
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my" (WOOF!)
"I hang with my dawgs, man"
(Verse 1)
[Omar Cruz] I'm from where bullets took the life
Of B.I.G.
God rest his soul, homey
R.I.P.
I'm from where Pac threw up that Thug L-I-F-E
And he said it wouldn't be
L.A. without me
So what that make me, hun?
A Mexicano
Mixed in with the crazy half of Columbiano
I know
I know
I know you love my style
Every record label out there tryin' to sign my style
But I'm the
[Volume 10] O! O!
[Omar Cruz] C-R-U-Z
Big guns and bad bitches, holmes, is all you see
Plus a little money, you know how I do my thang
[Javie Lopez] Talk to 'em, Cruz
[Omar Cruz] Rap's Carlos
Santana with hard flows
Come try, holmes
Ask your mans
Flip grams in the grands with my first advance
I'm the chance most rappers wished but never had
I'm the reason why you stay in the lab
Don't be mad cause I
Repeat Chorus
[Omar Cruz (Volume 10 in background)]
(Verse 2)
I
Hang with my dawgs cause my compas deep
Rep for the side of the game you ain't heard speak
I mean we speak
But we ain't known to speak on the streets
We the real muh'fuckers known to bust that heat
Riders
Keep something loaded right beside us
Ready for whoever's driving real slow behind us
You don't want us on your bad side, you bound to lose
If you got love for the westside, then holla Cruz (CRUZ!)
Yes, homey is sickest with every lyric
He spit it like it was written by Jesus delivery
The holy scripture ghetto commandments
The first, which is
Thou shall not
SNITCH!
You bitches make me laugh
Funny, how your whole attitude change
Now that everybody sayin' my name
You
Figure me this
Haters
Figure me that
Hands down, the sickest Latin kid alive in this rap shit
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
We posted up, twenty deep, white T's
Yeah, homey
You ain't built for this like me
I get 'em on all levels, the lyrical sole rebel
So stand up
PUT YOUR MUH'FUCKIN' HANDS UP
This ain't no muh'fuckin' entourage
No turtles, no zygotes, just gangstas and guys
We
Hustle hard
And we
Bust on y'all, whether
Paid security
Or bodyguards
We hit up spots where we don't no ID
And whoever my dawgs at is V.I.P.
3 A-D
Keep it right next to me
Who's flyer than this Latin P.I.M.P. (Ha ha)
Yes, homey is sick with the mic instrument
Intricate flow bigger since Punisher left the buildin'
When
You see a gang of fools deep in the fog (WATCH OUT...)
It's just me and my dawgs
Repeat Chorus
[Volume 10]
What
Real G-O-D's in the house
Javie Lopez
Omar Cruz
Volume 10
That's in them shout this out
Bitches
AH!
West coast is in the house
Chorus: Javie Lopez (Omar Cruz)
"I hang with my dawgs" --> Volume 10
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my" (WOOF!)
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
{*scratching*}
"Hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my dawgs"
"I hang with my" (WOOF!)
"I hang with my dawgs, man"
(Verse 1)
[Omar Cruz] I'm from where bullets took the life
Of B.I.G.
God rest his soul, homey
R.I.P.
I'm from where Pac threw up that Thug L-I-F-E
And he said it wouldn't be
L.A. without me
So what that make me, hun?
A Mexicano
Mixed in with the crazy half of Columbiano
I know
I know
I know you love my style
Every record label out there tryin' to sign my style
But I'm the
[Volume 10] O! O!
[Omar Cruz] C-R-U-Z
Big guns and bad bitches, holmes, is all you see
Plus a little money, you know how I do my thang
[Javie Lopez] Talk to 'em, Cruz
[Omar Cruz] Rap's Carlos
Santana with hard flows
Come try, holmes
Ask your mans
Flip grams in the grands with my first advance
I'm the chance most rappers wished but never had
I'm the reason why you stay in the lab
Don't be mad cause I
Repeat Chorus
[Omar Cruz (Volume 10 in background)]
(Verse 2)
I
Hang with my dawgs cause my compas deep
Rep for the side of the game you ain't heard speak
I mean we speak
But we ain't known to speak on the streets
We the real muh'fuckers known to bust that heat
Riders
Keep something loaded right beside us
Ready for whoever's driving real slow behind us
You don't want us on your bad side, you bound to lose
If you got love for the westside, then holla Cruz (CRUZ!)
Yes, homey is sickest with every lyric
He spit it like it was written by Jesus delivery
The holy scripture ghetto commandments
The first, which is
Thou shall not
SNITCH!
You bitches make me laugh
Funny, how your whole attitude change
Now that everybody sayin' my name
You
Figure me this
Haters
Figure me that
Hands down, the sickest Latin kid alive in this rap shit
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
We posted up, twenty deep, white T's
Yeah, homey
You ain't built for this like me
I get 'em on all levels, the lyrical sole rebel
So stand up
PUT YOUR MUH'FUCKIN' HANDS UP
This ain't no muh'fuckin' entourage
No turtles, no zygotes, just gangstas and guys
We
Hustle hard
And we
Bust on y'all, whether
Paid security
Or bodyguards
We hit up spots where we don't no ID
And whoever my dawgs at is V.I.P.
3 A-D
Keep it right next to me
Who's flyer than this Latin P.I.M.P. (Ha ha)
Yes, homey is sick with the mic instrument
Intricate flow bigger since Punisher left the buildin'
When
You see a gang of fools deep in the fog (WATCH OUT...)
It's just me and my dawgs
Repeat Chorus
[Volume 10]
What
Real G-O-D's in the house
Javie Lopez
Omar Cruz
Volume 10
That's in them shout this out
Bitches
AH!
West coast is in the house
Omar Cruz feat The Game - Gangsta Music Lyrics
Omar Cruz feat The Game - Gangsta Music Lyrics
[Omar Cruz]
Welcome to the west coast, motherfucker
Bomb trees and bomb bitches, ha ha
You have no fucking idea, man
(Verse 1)
Come fuck with a rider
The west coast messiah named O. Cruz
Ridin' with them chrome tools, bald-headed all fools
A Latin kid bringin' L.A. back
Bringin' gully back
Homie, the streets is back (Yeah)
And I'm a take a little pressure off Game
If he's the face, I'm the voice of L.A
Cause ever since
I came, the whole west side ain't been the same
Even Snoop Dogg sayin' my name
Let me spell it out
O, M, A, R
Cruz, muh'fucker, I'm a shootin' star
Cause I shoot these bars like I'm shootin' cars
On the 405 freeway
Cut me off
I came from the land of the pull up and spray
Where they pull up and say
"Where you from, ESE!?"
Yeah
Only the sickest of my vocals get laid
And if it ain't the good doctor/+Dr.+, must be Cool & +Dre+
Chorus:
[The Game] Give me a 6-4 and some hydro, watch the low low
Jump around
[Omar Cruz] Homie, what's that sound
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Uh huh
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Yeah
[The Game] Let the top down, homie, pop the trunk
Let the speakers go
[Omar Cruz] BOOM
[The Game] The whole world know that sound
Cause it ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Uh huh
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Yeah
(Verse 2)
I spit for everyday hustlers, 9-to-5'ers jugglin'
Green and white, just to make them things right
Customers fiend tonight
The ghetto bird flies above us
Heard a couple shots, just another day, on my L.A. block
Police harass me cause my Cadillacs blastin' up
And in my stash, have the .44, hidden in the back
They couldn't find a damn thing, nothin' on me
It's why it always been, and still is, "MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE!"
That's how we livin', I done spit on how I see it
For every Blood, they killin', another Crip
Deleted
Another homie is seein' consecutive life sentences
Even if they breathin', ain't no sunshine, believe it
See, I keep it hood cause I gots to
Whole style is mobster
He's a (???), I destroy your whole Rockstar
Try and stop us
These Latin kings on the rise
Any questions, ask my smif-n-wesson, it's B.Y.I
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
It's like a new change of armor, the God is up for the slaughter
We riders, ride in the storm, when it's flooded, walkin' on water
You wildin', homie, we wildin' you, wallin' up on the side of you
Never knew he was there, homie, surprise on you
Cause on the west side, we ain't got a test drive
6-4, went to shop
Roll the 6-45
Or the Double-R
All suede, head lock
Don't fuck with dimes no more
Shoot for twenty fives
That's under twenty five
We roll on 25
Inch chrome rims, hollow tips in my 25
Baby wanna ride, one day, twenty times
She and a friend sayin' "Omar, you a nasty guy"
I know this, ma, just another day in the life
Bullets, broads, beats and plenty dollar signs
Cause if it don't make sense, then it's a waste of time
O. Cruz, cut the check, bitch
This is B.Y.I
Repeat Chorus
[The Game]
Got two words for the coast..
For the world..
Omar Cruz..
Yeah..
Black and brown pride equals..
The Game and O.C...
We don't need you..
Cause we got us..
West coast..
For life
[Omar Cruz]
Welcome to the west coast, motherfucker
Bomb trees and bomb bitches, ha ha
You have no fucking idea, man
(Verse 1)
Come fuck with a rider
The west coast messiah named O. Cruz
Ridin' with them chrome tools, bald-headed all fools
A Latin kid bringin' L.A. back
Bringin' gully back
Homie, the streets is back (Yeah)
And I'm a take a little pressure off Game
If he's the face, I'm the voice of L.A
Cause ever since
I came, the whole west side ain't been the same
Even Snoop Dogg sayin' my name
Let me spell it out
O, M, A, R
Cruz, muh'fucker, I'm a shootin' star
Cause I shoot these bars like I'm shootin' cars
On the 405 freeway
Cut me off
I came from the land of the pull up and spray
Where they pull up and say
"Where you from, ESE!?"
Yeah
Only the sickest of my vocals get laid
And if it ain't the good doctor/+Dr.+, must be Cool & +Dre+
Chorus:
[The Game] Give me a 6-4 and some hydro, watch the low low
Jump around
[Omar Cruz] Homie, what's that sound
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Uh huh
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Yeah
[The Game] Let the top down, homie, pop the trunk
Let the speakers go
[Omar Cruz] BOOM
[The Game] The whole world know that sound
Cause it ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Uh huh
[The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music
[Omar Cruz] Yeah
(Verse 2)
I spit for everyday hustlers, 9-to-5'ers jugglin'
Green and white, just to make them things right
Customers fiend tonight
The ghetto bird flies above us
Heard a couple shots, just another day, on my L.A. block
Police harass me cause my Cadillacs blastin' up
And in my stash, have the .44, hidden in the back
They couldn't find a damn thing, nothin' on me
It's why it always been, and still is, "MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE!"
That's how we livin', I done spit on how I see it
For every Blood, they killin', another Crip
Deleted
Another homie is seein' consecutive life sentences
Even if they breathin', ain't no sunshine, believe it
See, I keep it hood cause I gots to
Whole style is mobster
He's a (???), I destroy your whole Rockstar
Try and stop us
These Latin kings on the rise
Any questions, ask my smif-n-wesson, it's B.Y.I
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
It's like a new change of armor, the God is up for the slaughter
We riders, ride in the storm, when it's flooded, walkin' on water
You wildin', homie, we wildin' you, wallin' up on the side of you
Never knew he was there, homie, surprise on you
Cause on the west side, we ain't got a test drive
6-4, went to shop
Roll the 6-45
Or the Double-R
All suede, head lock
Don't fuck with dimes no more
Shoot for twenty fives
That's under twenty five
We roll on 25
Inch chrome rims, hollow tips in my 25
Baby wanna ride, one day, twenty times
She and a friend sayin' "Omar, you a nasty guy"
I know this, ma, just another day in the life
Bullets, broads, beats and plenty dollar signs
Cause if it don't make sense, then it's a waste of time
O. Cruz, cut the check, bitch
This is B.Y.I
Repeat Chorus
[The Game]
Got two words for the coast..
For the world..
Omar Cruz..
Yeah..
Black and brown pride equals..
The Game and O.C...
We don't need you..
Cause we got us..
West coast..
For life
Omar Cruz feat Pitbull - Where the Booty At Lyrics
Omar Cruz feat Pitbull - Where the Booty At Lyrics
[Frank E.]
"Frank E. baby (Baby...)"
"Hey"
"Where the booty at"
[Pitbull]
Mr. 305 (Yeah)
Omar Cruz (This is for the ladies)
Chorus: Pitbull (Omar Cruz)
I'll be in the club with some bad ones with me (Yeah)
And it's plain to see, I am where they wanna be (Oh, oh)
Anytime they see me, let me tell you what they ask (What they ask, Pit)
They ask "Where them hoes at, and where the booty at" (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Omar Cruz]
Yeah
Little mama, what it do
Love the way they move it up and down for Pit and Cruz
And you can keep sippin' the booze
I don't know how that booty takin' so much abuse
Ha
Weight droppin' on the floor
Man, not from Oakland, but tell me, "What it do"
40 Water told me
You already know
She a superfreak slash nympho
They know
They know
Quarter past four
Almost like a movie, movin' in slow-mo
If she got no booty, it's a no-go
We gon' take this back to the mo
Let's go
Don't stop
Shake it like that
I'm a make it purrier that little putty cat
Grooves with the fur, when I'm caught up with the strap
On the west, where they show y'all
Where the booty at
Repeat Chorus
Break: Omar Cruz
Uh, uh
Yeah, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh
Drop, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh
Yeah, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh, yeah
LET'S GO
[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Go 'head, little mama
Back that thang up
Standin' ovation
Clap that thang up
Two chicos, O.C., Pitbull
Straight G code, don't mess with no fools
I'm a dance go-go
And she bounce that
Thang like a six-four low-low, oh
From L.A., straight down to Coco's
Wanna act loco, foe, from the .44
My women
Off the chain
Your's Jermaine Dupri, you know, So So (So So...)
Soon as I touch down on the map
First thing I ask is "Where the booty at"
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Break
[Verse 3: Omar Cruz]
Yeah
You already know my team
That's why they salute me from here to NYC
Yeah
ATL messin' with me
Get love in H-Town, Pimp C, R.I.P.
Ah
And I'm only schoolin' bad mami
You got no booty love, baby, that's too bad mami
Haul in my face, booty spillin' the vodka
The rock pourin' from L.A. to Opa-Locka (Whoo!)
Yeah
She got it from her mama
She wanna meet the president, the Mexican Obama
Love when you move it like that
You with Pit and O. Cruz, you know where the booty at
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Break
[Frank E.]
"Hey"
"Where the booty at"
[Frank E.]
"Frank E. baby (Baby...)"
"Hey"
"Where the booty at"
[Pitbull]
Mr. 305 (Yeah)
Omar Cruz (This is for the ladies)
Chorus: Pitbull (Omar Cruz)
I'll be in the club with some bad ones with me (Yeah)
And it's plain to see, I am where they wanna be (Oh, oh)
Anytime they see me, let me tell you what they ask (What they ask, Pit)
They ask "Where them hoes at, and where the booty at" (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Omar Cruz]
Yeah
Little mama, what it do
Love the way they move it up and down for Pit and Cruz
And you can keep sippin' the booze
I don't know how that booty takin' so much abuse
Ha
Weight droppin' on the floor
Man, not from Oakland, but tell me, "What it do"
40 Water told me
You already know
She a superfreak slash nympho
They know
They know
Quarter past four
Almost like a movie, movin' in slow-mo
If she got no booty, it's a no-go
We gon' take this back to the mo
Let's go
Don't stop
Shake it like that
I'm a make it purrier that little putty cat
Grooves with the fur, when I'm caught up with the strap
On the west, where they show y'all
Where the booty at
Repeat Chorus
Break: Omar Cruz
Uh, uh
Yeah, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh
Drop, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh
Yeah, drop it on the floor
Uh, uh, yeah
LET'S GO
[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Go 'head, little mama
Back that thang up
Standin' ovation
Clap that thang up
Two chicos, O.C., Pitbull
Straight G code, don't mess with no fools
I'm a dance go-go
And she bounce that
Thang like a six-four low-low, oh
From L.A., straight down to Coco's
Wanna act loco, foe, from the .44
My women
Off the chain
Your's Jermaine Dupri, you know, So So (So So...)
Soon as I touch down on the map
First thing I ask is "Where the booty at"
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Break
[Verse 3: Omar Cruz]
Yeah
You already know my team
That's why they salute me from here to NYC
Yeah
ATL messin' with me
Get love in H-Town, Pimp C, R.I.P.
Ah
And I'm only schoolin' bad mami
You got no booty love, baby, that's too bad mami
Haul in my face, booty spillin' the vodka
The rock pourin' from L.A. to Opa-Locka (Whoo!)
Yeah
She got it from her mama
She wanna meet the president, the Mexican Obama
Love when you move it like that
You with Pit and O. Cruz, you know where the booty at
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Break
[Frank E.]
"Hey"
"Where the booty at"
Kool Keith - Mane Lyrics
Kool Keith - Mane Lyrics
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, when I drop the cross
When I show you the boss
When I show you the off
M.A.N.E., spells mane
[Kool Keith]
You know the bass is out, you comin thick mane
I'm droppin words on beats, they comin sick mane
That little cadence you use, that ain't shit mane
Long-face or not, you be a big mane
Sweet on my feet, flow like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, to the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did "Tha Hall of Game"
Girls walk the stage, while the speakers bang
Pretty titties that hang, when you droppin them thangs
Non-stop rocka rocka rocka
When I get up and spot her
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
M.A.N.E., spells mane - Yeah that's me, don't forget it
F.A.M.E., spells fame - Whatever it takes, yo I'ma get it
G.A.M.E., spells game - Since it started, I've been in it
M.A.N.E., spells mane - The way I start it, I'ma finish
[Kool Keith]
Peter Piper picked pickles, and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around, get away, you need to split mane
You can't spit mane, make it tick mane
Still I flip a brain, in the powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name leave you out in the rain
Let my foes remain, like a key yo
Stuck to a keychain
Matinee, I'm the lord of rings
Chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, bobbala-bang-bang
Shockin the waves, rockin them days
Sparkin them pays, yo
B's, turn to C's, turn to B's
A+ turn to A's
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
I'm down to slick slang, girls check yo' phone rang
Smooth as oodles of noodles and chow mein
If you go out late, I'll hang
And sweat like jheri curls on Pootie Tang
Don't get jealous, stop messin with Pootie mane
I'm out here with sharp eyes and a booty aim
Watchin the booty frame
That blouse show nipples, got me insane
Fire that burn, leave you in flame
2000 iron freight train
Little mane or big mane
Who drive a rig mane, light up a cig mane
Quarter to eight, mane, don't be late mane
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, when I drop the cross
When I show you the boss
When I show you the off
M.A.N.E., spells mane
[Kool Keith]
You know the bass is out, you comin thick mane
I'm droppin words on beats, they comin sick mane
That little cadence you use, that ain't shit mane
Long-face or not, you be a big mane
Sweet on my feet, flow like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, to the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did "Tha Hall of Game"
Girls walk the stage, while the speakers bang
Pretty titties that hang, when you droppin them thangs
Non-stop rocka rocka rocka
When I get up and spot her
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
M.A.N.E., spells mane - Yeah that's me, don't forget it
F.A.M.E., spells fame - Whatever it takes, yo I'ma get it
G.A.M.E., spells game - Since it started, I've been in it
M.A.N.E., spells mane - The way I start it, I'ma finish
[Kool Keith]
Peter Piper picked pickles, and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around, get away, you need to split mane
You can't spit mane, make it tick mane
Still I flip a brain, in the powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name leave you out in the rain
Let my foes remain, like a key yo
Stuck to a keychain
Matinee, I'm the lord of rings
Chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, bobbala-bang-bang
Shockin the waves, rockin them days
Sparkin them pays, yo
B's, turn to C's, turn to B's
A+ turn to A's
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
I'm down to slick slang, girls check yo' phone rang
Smooth as oodles of noodles and chow mein
If you go out late, I'll hang
And sweat like jheri curls on Pootie Tang
Don't get jealous, stop messin with Pootie mane
I'm out here with sharp eyes and a booty aim
Watchin the booty frame
That blouse show nipples, got me insane
Fire that burn, leave you in flame
2000 iron freight train
Little mane or big mane
Who drive a rig mane, light up a cig mane
Quarter to eight, mane, don't be late mane
[Chorus]
Gucci Mane - I Might Be Lyrics
Gucci Mane - I Might Be Lyrics
Is you rollin? [x4]
Bitch I might be [x2]
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be [x4]
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin
On two eighty five I keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice
Cause I'm really really trippin
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we ain't slept in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
Take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
[Chorus]
Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa.
You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't
(K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum.
What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here
Is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress.
So do what you do iight. I'm a give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin.
Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices
And we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be
Is you rollin? [x4]
Bitch I might be [x2]
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be [x4]
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin
On two eighty five I keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice
Cause I'm really really trippin
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we ain't slept in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
Take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
[Chorus]
Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin a playa.
You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't
(K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum.
What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here
Is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress.
So do what you do iight. I'm a give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin.
Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices
And we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be, Bitch I might be
E-40 feat J. Valentine - Fuck You Right Lyrics
E-40 feat J. Valentine - Fuck You Right Lyrics
[E-40]
My lil' chocolate chip cookie
Every time I look at you darlin I get a woody
I'm tryin not to look but I can't get over your booty
Let me reiterate, excuse me, I meant your beauty
(Her beauty? Her booty)
If he don't wanna fuck you, then I might as well!
If he don't wanna eat you, then I probably will!
You suck me 'til I spill, I like you 'til you squirt
You say your dude lazy and he don't wanna work? (Beitch)
[Chorus: J. Valentine]
You know I'm runnin these streets
Still need a late night freak
Baby girl come give it to me... I'll fuck you right
Let me get you off that 'dro
Lick you down from head to toe
I'ma have you screamin for mo'...
[E-40]
Uhh! I had to speak, you're lookin good enough to eat
Caramel skin, she got that whip cream
Ass softer than Fruit of the Loom
All night make the bed go ba-boom ba-boom
Have you ever been touched by a tycoon?
Have your panties wetter than a typhoon
Coochie poppin bubbles, got that good gush gush
Keep it nice and shaved, not a 70's bush (beitch)
[Chorus]
[Interlude: J. Valentine]
Girl you better give it to me now, cause I'll be gone later
Ain't a fuckin game, I keep it true player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player!!!
Oh-hoeeeeee
[E-40]
Ain't nobody gotta know, we can keep it on the tuck
Keep it on the hush, on the slush when we touch
Keep it on the tucked on the hush when we cut
Girl (I'll fuck you right)
Drink a little Landy, smoke a little kush
Take my time, do it right, we ain't gotta rush
I've been waitin months for the puss
Yup I was right - your pussy A+ (beitch!)
[Chorus]
[J. Valentine]
I'll fuck you right
[E-40]
My lil' chocolate chip cookie
Every time I look at you darlin I get a woody
I'm tryin not to look but I can't get over your booty
Let me reiterate, excuse me, I meant your beauty
(Her beauty? Her booty)
If he don't wanna fuck you, then I might as well!
If he don't wanna eat you, then I probably will!
You suck me 'til I spill, I like you 'til you squirt
You say your dude lazy and he don't wanna work? (Beitch)
[Chorus: J. Valentine]
You know I'm runnin these streets
Still need a late night freak
Baby girl come give it to me... I'll fuck you right
Let me get you off that 'dro
Lick you down from head to toe
I'ma have you screamin for mo'...
[E-40]
Uhh! I had to speak, you're lookin good enough to eat
Caramel skin, she got that whip cream
Ass softer than Fruit of the Loom
All night make the bed go ba-boom ba-boom
Have you ever been touched by a tycoon?
Have your panties wetter than a typhoon
Coochie poppin bubbles, got that good gush gush
Keep it nice and shaved, not a 70's bush (beitch)
[Chorus]
[Interlude: J. Valentine]
Girl you better give it to me now, cause I'll be gone later
Ain't a fuckin game, I keep it true player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player
Ain't a fuckin game, now give it to a player!!!
Oh-hoeeeeee
[E-40]
Ain't nobody gotta know, we can keep it on the tuck
Keep it on the hush, on the slush when we touch
Keep it on the tucked on the hush when we cut
Girl (I'll fuck you right)
Drink a little Landy, smoke a little kush
Take my time, do it right, we ain't gotta rush
I've been waitin months for the puss
Yup I was right - your pussy A+ (beitch!)
[Chorus]
[J. Valentine]
I'll fuck you right
E-40 - Things’ll Never Change Lyrics
E-40 - Things’ll Never Change Lyrics
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs,
homeless, the world is crazy bwoy
it's like this
it's the way it is
Heavy out there.. it's heavy.
Verse 1
Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards
and whooped with extension cords?
did you forget that I was your creation,
and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation?
son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back,
get out my face, kicked me out the house
and wouldn't even let me plead my case.
now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue,
the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord
needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then
drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans
can I come back home, huh could I?
Son, you're on your own, why should I?
Chorus
Things'll never change, that's just the way it is
Nobody's even concerned
Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is
when will we ever learn?
Verse 2
Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight)
I put my name on the list for section 8
tried out for the army but I was flat footed,
didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it
if I apply for some work, let's make a bet,
I'll get the nine
cuz I don't know about the internet
What do you think we need to do to change about this nation?
need to provide more jobs and better education
nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes,
already got enough to blow the world up
a thousand times
the birds and the bees, deadly disease,
teenage pregnancies, std's
Chorus
Verse 3
A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens
Oh that's the couple down the street
domestic violence
either them or the little girl in 306
she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists
I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin
where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen
but my family ain't no better than the next
my auntie brenda turned her own sister in
for writing bad checks
and save folks try to hit you where it hurts
knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church
we need to give our minds a bath and
do some scrubbin'
stop the hate and start the lovin'
Chorus (4x)
Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs,
homeless, the world is crazy bwoy
it's like this
it's the way it is
Heavy out there.. it's heavy.
Verse 1
Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards
and whooped with extension cords?
did you forget that I was your creation,
and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation?
son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back,
get out my face, kicked me out the house
and wouldn't even let me plead my case.
now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue,
the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord
needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then
drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans
can I come back home, huh could I?
Son, you're on your own, why should I?
Chorus
Things'll never change, that's just the way it is
Nobody's even concerned
Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is
when will we ever learn?
Verse 2
Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight)
I put my name on the list for section 8
tried out for the army but I was flat footed,
didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it
if I apply for some work, let's make a bet,
I'll get the nine
cuz I don't know about the internet
What do you think we need to do to change about this nation?
need to provide more jobs and better education
nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes,
already got enough to blow the world up
a thousand times
the birds and the bees, deadly disease,
teenage pregnancies, std's
Chorus
Verse 3
A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens
Oh that's the couple down the street
domestic violence
either them or the little girl in 306
she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists
I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin
where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen
but my family ain't no better than the next
my auntie brenda turned her own sister in
for writing bad checks
and save folks try to hit you where it hurts
knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church
we need to give our minds a bath and
do some scrubbin'
stop the hate and start the lovin'
Chorus (4x)
E-40 - Spittin’ Lyrics
E-40 - Spittin’ Lyrics
[E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium
Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 broom handle
Hangin half-way out my drawers
You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve
Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve
Fuck my trunk against my medley
An' ya might do dirt, fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey
Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me
She likes to go ah, downtown
She likes it when I, pound pound
Here's a whoppin' bitch
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
Make way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit til your tape busts (Buck the shit til ya tape busts)
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit)
Chorus: E-40
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
[E-40]
High rank, nigga poor
Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11
ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)
1-Luv to my niggaz in the Youth yo
Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau
Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
The LAPD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudiced motherfuckers!
What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now
Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it)
Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy
to be converted to Mack-1
Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us
Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome
Chorus
[E-40]
I ain't no guide (I ain't no guide)
so don't call me hostess (hostess)
Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode)
Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light
Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night
When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk)
Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator
(terminator instant trader)
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
you better get somewhere where they love you at
your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka
I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh)
Pacin back and forth (uh)
Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California beat
I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
My shit ain't nothin humble
Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team
Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green
(motherfuckin Green)
Chorus
[E-40]
Woke up in the A.M., toasted out of my cranium
Gotta take a shit, took a dump in the Mediterranean
Flushed the toilet, hit the shower
Snatched a fit up out the clos'
Miles of a '96 broom handle
Hangin half-way out my drawers
You niggas better feel me I got patrons to serve
Nigga got to starts pay props will deserve
Fuck my trunk against my medley
An' ya might do dirt, fuck you on my way to see Miss Chiminey
Cause since Chiminey is a good friend of me
She likes to go ah, downtown
She likes it when I, pound pound
Here's a whoppin' bitch
Call me uh-Bah uh-Barney Rubble stick the beast down, so duck
Had the pussy poppin bubbles
Scratchin the paint off up of the walls
Pickin off in them drawers, rebel without a pause
She could feel a gnat sting, swimmin' in Niagara Falls
Now no matter extra meal, managin the place
All up in the motherfuckin' tall can face
Streets make you broke, Forty Water ain't no joke
Make way, say hey, check my display
Buck the shit til your tape busts (Buck the shit til ya tape busts)
And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit
(And youse a bitch if you ain't got no clit)
Chorus: E-40
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone...
40 took a forty to the fuckin dome
And now they got me spittin on the microphone, beeitch!
Drunker than a motherfucker spittin that shit
[E-40]
High rank, nigga poor
Scratch scratch taller than Manute Bol
Cash rules everything around me
40 why they why they get the money
Oh tell me baby gon' be no catchin', bet ya catch before 40 7-11
ah big Danz said a step man, can't win (uh)
1-Luv to my niggaz in the Youth yo
Gettin' swoll, bulkin' up, drinkin' pruneau
Y'all stay the same, got some extra whoop I think I need a drink
The waiter got me fuckin like me right in here
bitches sooner than I think
The LAPD's on crack man
They shot my nigga Tone Tucker in the back man
Prejudiced motherfuckers!
What niggaz need to do is fuck a-lo a-lo key now
Squash the fuh-ah fuckin' spot, ain't nothin' wrong? (Squash it)
Hang with tactical edged (staple?) highly easy
to be converted to Mack-1
Twice as righteous (righteous), make them po-po's like us
Drink with me, second base, and I'm gone for home
I drunk a 40 to the fuckin dome
Chorus
[E-40]
I ain't no guide (I ain't no guide)
so don't call me hostess (hostess)
Nigga don't you know I'm all open to explosives (I'ma explode)
Let tha bed bugs bite, sleep light
Be ready for the tip-toein phantoms at night
When I open em for risk (when I open it for risk)
Smokin somethin for the hatest terminator instigator
(terminator instant trader)
Nigga just bought from Traders
Tyler lookin for all some of that fit, ya gotta admit
nigglet your life is set why you ungreatful motherfuckas
you better get somewhere where they love you at
your life is set why you ungrateful motherfucka
I've been strugglin strivin so hard to make my shit obese (uh)
Pacin back and forth (uh)
Bear to grit my teeth, C-C-L-L-I-I-C-K, Northern California beat
I feed your ass, with my ambitiousness about the fuckin bumble
Lookin ambitious as the motherfuckin bumble
Soundin' off car alarms
My shit ain't nothin humble
Gotta say wassup (gotta say wassup) to some niggaz on my team
Niggaz like Rec-Street and Nicky motherfuckin Green
(motherfuckin Green)
Chorus
E-40 - Rapper’s Ball Lyrics
E-40 - Rapper’s Ball Lyrics
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house
They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
Chorus
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area
I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin
Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin
Chorus
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!
(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That's right)
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man? Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.
Beotch!
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been town
Thought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'member
Earl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from Vallel
At every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrate
Like a lot of these fools I see on TV
With the Armani Chanel Versus Versacci
Why motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?
Sometimes it's cool to floss
But don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar car
Before you buy a house
They always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitch
I guess the bitch, made me rich
And now you wanna call me hardcore
While I be steppin out the shower on a marble floor
I paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxes
This industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitches
All work and no play, I do it everyday
anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40
Chorus
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paper
Ultrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego Jamaica
Front row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severin
Long expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavens
Fat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribs
Smokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribs
The more scrilla, the merrier
I represent the Ya area
I walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthur
To Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnah
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
it's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch, and everybody read my lips
I got rich, suckin up the game from the O
and even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flow
I survived cuz I got mo', game than them
It came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimps
It was my destiny, I came the same every time
So don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymes
I'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free main
It's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money main
Landrovers and Toyota, Lexuses
Six-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor Mercedeses
We don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin us
Bitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the bus
I keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlin
Ain't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin
Chorus
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal tickets
Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that
For the right scratch, I be the last mack
So stick yaself Pretty Tony
You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony
Not like AT&T but like ET
You can't be me, so would you please see
If you can keep my name out your mouth
Cause you don't really know what the game's all about
It's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz
Instead of rentin, pay for that roof on your head
And stop pimpin in your mind knowin you a trick
Put your hustle down playa go an hit you a lick
Bitch!
(That's writ, Too Scheezi, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli, K-Ci)
Damn is that right?
(That's right)
E-40 - Keep Pimpin’ Lyrics
E-40 - Keep Pimpin’ Lyrics
[D-Shot]
Ay 40 mayne
I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm)
she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne!
Whatchu gon' do? (Aight, I'ma tell you like this)
[E-40]
It's like dis
Just point out the target and I'll bet some cash I can't miss
This nigga done started cause I got some ass from his bitch
More broken than hearted, fool on the HILL over this
but I'm just as retarded, I act a FOOL UP IN THIS BITCH
The reason why she departed, cause she was tired of gettin dissed
Dotted and darted all in her eyes like this
But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal
and leave that ol' (??) around shit up to them squares like Urkel
It's too many lobsters up in the ocean, big pimps
but not enough mobsters breakin them in, big pimps
Tellin 40 done taught us how to beginnnnnn
Pull a bitch off the streets and real her innnnnnn
to my sable, but e'rybody ain't able
Now she's a call girl, dancin on the table
Sound like somethin Icerberg Slim woulda said (tell me)
The bigger the pimp (the bigger) the longer the bread (the longer)
Chorus: Eboni Foster, (E-40)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin..
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin (yes your honor)
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
[E-40]
She looked at her reflection in the mirror (in the mirror)
Told herself,
[Eboni Foster]
"From this day here ain't NAR a nigga pumpin fear
Took all I can, but I can't take no mo', enough
Yesternight I got my ass slapped up kinda tough
Got me lookin like a rainbow (a rainbow)
Black eyes, aches and pains, bruises purple and yellow
But I forgive and forget cause it's all gravy (that's right)
I used to fuck for free but now I'm gettin money lately"
[E-40]
Big-ass dookie mayne, big-ass breasts
but the bitch got more miles on her, than Southwest
You can HAVE that hoe mayne, but nigga please
is that any kind of broad you want to make yo' main squeeze?
The mental, be timin and thinkin hairy
All kind of cracks and crevice
Makin cranny, man the bitch don't even wear no panties
Sound like somethin Dolemite woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, beotch!
Chorus
[E-40]
I take seven switch-a-bitches put 'em in a line
Put 'em on the hoe stroll and make 'em work for mine
Take a mud duck, turn her into gold
Make her sell her ass up in the North Pole
From Lebanon, to Yugoslavia
From Petersberg, to Nova Scot-ia
I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin big
Timers in 'gator boots, givin in
Justice, corporate executives
Athletes, cause they respect a bitch
Man you'd be surprised how many niggaz love to pay for pussy
Niggaz cheat on they wives and jack up all they fuckin money man
I be givin my hoes, bonuses and benefits
Boat cruises and Kamal outfits
Latex to keep their health a good
Checkups at Planned Parenthood (that's it)
Best run witcha pimp, yes your honor
Practice your profession keep your head above water
Sound like somethin Felix Mitchell woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, BEOTCH!
Chorus
[E-40]
BEOTCH!
C'mon
[Eboni Foster]
Do do dooo, do do dooo
Do do dooo do, do do dooo (pimp)
Anything (that's right) that you want me to (BEOTCH)
Anything, that you want me to do
(The bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Anything yeah, that you want me to..
I'll do it {*fades out*}
[D-Shot]
Ay 40 mayne
I seen one of yo' hoes last night mayne, she was just uhh.. (mm-hmm)
she was tryin to give that ass away for free mayne!
Whatchu gon' do? (Aight, I'ma tell you like this)
[E-40]
It's like dis
Just point out the target and I'll bet some cash I can't miss
This nigga done started cause I got some ass from his bitch
More broken than hearted, fool on the HILL over this
but I'm just as retarded, I act a FOOL UP IN THIS BITCH
The reason why she departed, cause she was tired of gettin dissed
Dotted and darted all in her eyes like this
But that ain't my business, I keep my game universal
and leave that ol' (??) around shit up to them squares like Urkel
It's too many lobsters up in the ocean, big pimps
but not enough mobsters breakin them in, big pimps
Tellin 40 done taught us how to beginnnnnn
Pull a bitch off the streets and real her innnnnnn
to my sable, but e'rybody ain't able
Now she's a call girl, dancin on the table
Sound like somethin Icerberg Slim woulda said (tell me)
The bigger the pimp (the bigger) the longer the bread (the longer)
Chorus: Eboni Foster, (E-40)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin..
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Keep pimpin (40-Water) keep pimpin (yes your honor)
Keep pimpin, keep pimpin (the bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
[E-40]
She looked at her reflection in the mirror (in the mirror)
Told herself,
[Eboni Foster]
"From this day here ain't NAR a nigga pumpin fear
Took all I can, but I can't take no mo', enough
Yesternight I got my ass slapped up kinda tough
Got me lookin like a rainbow (a rainbow)
Black eyes, aches and pains, bruises purple and yellow
But I forgive and forget cause it's all gravy (that's right)
I used to fuck for free but now I'm gettin money lately"
[E-40]
Big-ass dookie mayne, big-ass breasts
but the bitch got more miles on her, than Southwest
You can HAVE that hoe mayne, but nigga please
is that any kind of broad you want to make yo' main squeeze?
The mental, be timin and thinkin hairy
All kind of cracks and crevice
Makin cranny, man the bitch don't even wear no panties
Sound like somethin Dolemite woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, beotch!
Chorus
[E-40]
I take seven switch-a-bitches put 'em in a line
Put 'em on the hoe stroll and make 'em work for mine
Take a mud duck, turn her into gold
Make her sell her ass up in the North Pole
From Lebanon, to Yugoslavia
From Petersberg, to Nova Scot-ia
I got niggaz in 'Sace suits, trickin big
Timers in 'gator boots, givin in
Justice, corporate executives
Athletes, cause they respect a bitch
Man you'd be surprised how many niggaz love to pay for pussy
Niggaz cheat on they wives and jack up all they fuckin money man
I be givin my hoes, bonuses and benefits
Boat cruises and Kamal outfits
Latex to keep their health a good
Checkups at Planned Parenthood (that's it)
Best run witcha pimp, yes your honor
Practice your profession keep your head above water
Sound like somethin Felix Mitchell woulda said
The bigger the pimpin, the longer the bread, BEOTCH!
Chorus
[E-40]
BEOTCH!
C'mon
[Eboni Foster]
Do do dooo, do do dooo
Do do dooo do, do do dooo (pimp)
Anything (that's right) that you want me to (BEOTCH)
Anything, that you want me to do
(The bigger the pimp, the longer the bread)
Anything yeah, that you want me to..
I'll do it {*fades out*}
E-40 - I’ll Be Yo Huckleberry Lyrics
E-40 - I’ll Be Yo Huckleberry Lyrics
[D-Shot]
Hey now baby, how you be doin?
You been doin fine?
You know you called me last week
I got your message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I comes through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, til Renee humming my tune)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an attitude, I'm just her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(She needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
(I had to hit her, I'm never stairy I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
*chorus*
If you need some lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under, under
[E-40]
Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour
Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin
Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin
Demonstratin, new and improved moves
Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze
But when you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
It was seven years, and G is faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo huckleberry
*chorus*
[D-Shot]
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
When you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beach and pain n all
Rub you down to the canvasol
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should I hit him
I turn him around, then from the back that's when I kill him
But hittin it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
That that boy Shot knows how to... tuck
He got you givin it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years
*chorus*
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
It's between me and you, take my pager number
You can call me, call me, all times of the day...
[D-Shot]
Hey now baby, how you be doin?
You been doin fine?
You know you called me last week
I got your message but I was outta state, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(Now I comes through, just like the hog I am)
It seems you need a little bit of excitement in your life
(All up in her bedroom, til Renee humming my tune)
I'm here for you, don't sweat it
(She's got an attitude, I'm just her man)
How your man be treatin you?
(She needs me to get her in the mood)
I know
(I had to hit her, I'm never stairy I'll be yo huckleberry!)
See you can call me any hour, that's how we do it
I'm in and out, and partner you ain't knowin this
She loves you goodly but she's all on a player's tip
Cause you ain't givin, somethin that she really needs
And that's that good ass lovin, partner can't you see
She's bored no trust, she sits in the house all day
While you out there ballin, tryin to have it the kingpin way
She gets no time, your schedule way too deep
You leaves out the house everytime you get a beep
To all you ladies, sweet dark and lovely
See players like me, I likes to taste the Easter bunny
I likes to lick you down, give you self esteem
I'm the playboy you want, on your under team
Yo' huckleberry, mackin fast Shot-ty
One of them type of ballers on the same level as Gotti
So all you tenders, it's all to the good
So page me on the under and I'll creep through yo' hood
*chorus*
If you need some lovin, lovin girl
I'll be yo' huckleberry, berry
And if you need someone to talk to girl, talk to girl
You can call me on the under, under
[E-40]
Lookin at my oyster perpetual Rolex, browsin through my Rolodex
Baby done left a verbal, want me to hit that girdle
Come through on a tuck, while he's in the shower
Get in on the ease with robbin him, after hour
Slumpin gen-a-talia, regulatin
Cheatin in next room, fun-a-catin
Demonstratin, new and improved moves
Legislatin, perkin drinkin booze
But when you plug it, baby see you soon
You say one day, we gon' jump the broom
It was seven years, and G is faithful for ya
But did she love ya, or was she used to ya
It ain't my fault you got too attached
But don't check me partner, check yo baitch
Wanna know my name, call me 40 Pop Cherry
I'll be yo huckleberry
*chorus*
[D-Shot]
I'm on yo mind, twenty-four seven
When you at work, you calls me at eleven
And that's cool, cause my number won't be on yo' bill
Ohh baby girl all we wanna do is keep it real
No hesitation, we wanna play this game right
But if you feel me, we gots to have our game tight
So we can smob to the beach and pain n all
Rub you down to the canvasol
One hundred miles away, while your man think you at work
That boy Shot, is all up in these skirts
If there's a bluebird on my shoulder should I hit him
I turn him around, then from the back that's when I kill him
But hittin it from the back ain't always what I wanna do
I got ta do you hard, so you can tell your crew
That that boy Shot knows how to... tuck
He got you givin it up
And you ain't done that in years
That's right
And you ain't done that in years
*chorus*
Keep it on the under, on the under, no one has to know
It's between me and you, take my pager number
You can call me, call me, all times of the day...
E-40 - Hope I Don’t Go Back Lyrics
E-40 - Hope I Don’t Go Back Lyrics
[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!
Thought you though, nigga
And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister
Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse One: E-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
choppin it up like true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
*Chorus*
Verse Two: E-40
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
but now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
*Chorus*
Verse Three: E-40
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
until he sit up there and he look and he say
"Hold on man, hold on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on
let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
I ain't bullshittin niggaz!
[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit!
I ain't bullshittin nigga!
*Chorus*
[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine
*Chorus*
[Singer] Get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!
[E-40 having a playalistic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, SHE was so damn sprung
she used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin SAC nigga!
Thought you though, nigga
And a motherfuckin.. V.H.S., uhh motherfuckin cannister
Nigga, yeah ay, I promise you nigga this game been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be..)
*Chorus: repeat 2X*
Hope I don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll
Verse One: E-40
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause I used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
hands free car telephone lookin like I'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
choppin it up like true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley
Or maybe next door in Gary Payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and Banks
Or on the golf course, with Merton Hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
with a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on Port, watchin my kids play basketball
in the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court
*Chorus*
Verse Two: E-40
Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
to be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, I got the game from my Uncle Saint Char-les
Used to bank across the street at Wells Fargo
but now it's Merrill Lynch
And just think, I used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of Vallejo Kaiser Permanente
emergency room with glocks, ready to Rodney King me to death
Somehow I managed to make my escape through
the back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the Friendship Apartment Complex
over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's Continuation High School
Somewhere off in Lofas, behind Je-nai's Liquor ooh
*Chorus*
Verse Three: E-40
Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"Charlie Hustle, I got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should I go with Phunky Phat Graph-X?
I tell them, "Hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide Sick-Wid-It shit, independent chips
BEYOOOOOOOOOTCH!
Ay see ay, I'ma tell you nigga
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
until he sit up there and he look and he say
"Hold on man, hold on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
or you can be gone with this shit
and you look at it and then he say, "Man hold on
let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
You understand what I'm sayin? 40-Water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
that goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
I ain't bullshittin niggaz!
[overlaps chorus]
.. I don't bullshit!
I ain't bullshittin nigga!
*Chorus*
[Singer] There's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... I gotta get mine
*Chorus*
[Singer] Get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy
[E-40] To get your mail, BEYOOOOOOOTCH!
E-40 - Fuckin’ They Nose Lyrics
E-40 - Fuckin’ They Nose Lyrics
[E-40]
Let's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in VOLUMES
Y'know like CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(Fuckin with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, BEOTCH!
Chorus: {all}
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this! (Weeee, beeee)
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this!
[B-Legit]
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
(??) broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
and I'll be fuckin they nose, like this (BEEOTCH!)
Chorus w/ minor variations
[Suga T]
These bitches in competition (what what)
but ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
and nigga, you blowin hot air
I don't care, I keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up I dare you
Suga T the boss bitch, hittin switches
Mobbin old school then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, let these haters know
[D-Shot]
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So I hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose like this
Chorus w/ variations
FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
Aowwww, aowwww, I can feel it when you talk
[E-40] When you talk
Even when you walk
[E-40] Whenever I walk
Won't you sprinkle me
[E-40] Sprinkle me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40] Just what? Sprinkle me mayne
FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
[E-40] Uh-huh
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40]
BEOTCH! Remember me?
From "I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
down (??) Boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel'
but I got this mack game, comin from Oakland
Niggaz love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I should lease
but see I'm ethnic, FUCK A TAX WRITE-OFF
I'm off that St. Ide's, I got that Charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit BEOTCH, fuck, Elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power cause I got out within a month
Chorus w/ variations
[ad libs to fade]
[E-40]
Let's make it happen
Mmmhmm.. I mean it can't get mo' mobber
Y'know, we like to buy our shit in bulk
Y'know in VOLUMES
Y'know like CostCo? We fuck with Bosco
(Fuckin with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Sssshit, BEOTCH!
Chorus: {all}
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this! (Weeee, beeee)
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] Your nose, fuckin your nose like this
[E] Like that? [T] It's like that
[E] Like this!
Fuckin they nose like this
[T] It's like this
[E] Like that? [T] Like that
[E] Like this!
[B-Legit]
I be the first out, nigga shady bring the worst out
Black beretta put the thirst out
See I'm rollin in my truck, dick hardest to fuck
Hit a block, and let the bitch blow on my sock
I got bass rock tips, red-nose tits
Las Vegas chips better dub out here (uh-huh)
Spend G's overseas got 'em sprung on the game (sprung on the game)
And all in Amsterdam you was hearin my name
I move raps over beats, tales from the street
Concrete walker, straight male stalker
(??) broken temple of hemp, I keep it simple
Money all mine, I give a fuck if you fine
My crew, doggish, Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
and I'll be fuckin they nose, like this (BEEOTCH!)
Chorus w/ minor variations
[Suga T]
These bitches in competition (what what)
but ain't gon' bust a grape in a food fight
and nigga, you blowin hot air
I don't care, I keep a spare square
Bitches better beware, run up I dare you
Suga T the boss bitch, hittin switches
Mobbin old school then beatin down bitches
I'm struttin my tools, fool; give it up or shut up
Been done mess around and got stuck-up, set up
I still ride with yola copped in my cot
Impulse with chops and still be a top notch
Fuckin your nose, and yo' dome (and yo' dome)
Man Shot, let these haters know
[D-Shot]
I was intrigued by the way things ran
How it was done (what else) how a bitches mind was run
So I hollered at the master pimp, who was dressed in mink
I asked him could I buy him a drink
He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp
I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp
I want my mail to be as long as yours
Sport big cars and breakin all the whores
Load me up with your finest disk
I'm only fifteen and I'm ready to pimp
I want my hoes to pull in all the tricks
I'm fuckin they nose like this
Chorus w/ variations
FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
Aowwww, aowwww, I can feel it when you talk
[E-40] When you talk
Even when you walk
[E-40] Whenever I walk
Won't you sprinkle me
[E-40] Sprinkle me mayne
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40] Just what? Sprinkle me mayne
FUCKIN THEY NOSE LIKE THIS
[E-40] Uh-huh
Just thank you, thank you
[E-40]
BEOTCH! Remember me?
From "I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard"
I'm in the traffic pervin ridin on about a buck-oh-fever
down (??) Boulevard
I does the thing to do peddle to the metal
Punchin on the gas, great dipped Caddy showin my ass
Flamboastin, straight out of Vallel'
but I got this mack game, comin from Oakland
Niggaz love me, I'm a boss *I'm a boss)
My accountant Keith say that I should lease
but see I'm ethnic, FUCK A TAX WRITE-OFF
I'm off that St. Ide's, I got that Charlie in my deck
I'm dang near paralyzed, runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
A sack of broccoli and a bunch of bottles, I'm grounded
Fuck around and got my vehicle impounded
Shit BEOTCH, fuck, Elroy's roughed me up
Them bitches knew I had power cause I got out within a month
Chorus w/ variations
[ad libs to fade]
E-40 - Fallin’ Rain Lyrics
E-40 - Fallin’ Rain Lyrics
From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps
You think you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine
From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps
You think you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine
E-40 - Doin’ Dirt Bad Lyrics
E-40 - Doin’ Dirt Bad Lyrics
(B-Legit)
Mobb shit biatch.
(E-40)
Biatch!! Biatch!!
(B-Legit)
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's like, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
it don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out.
(E-40)
I took a, I took a, whole thang of ice cream,
a kilogram of birdie a unit,
put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
like a muthafucka would supposed to
when there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
that way I could get em off like hot cakes,
an you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
you see I know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
for you tardy unaware troopers
now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
yola, yola, ice cream candy,
man that shit be comin in handy,
but anyway,
dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
that's why me an my side went ahead
an pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
on his 'ol, move the show room,
show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his,
put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
don't you know I'm all off pullin licks
on busta brown ass zarks like you,
scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience
(B-Legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep,
six or seven g's everytime I beep,
hit the streets like I can't, plot fo the bank,
fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
a nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
we ride Fleetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and all cash I claim
a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.
Chorus- *(E-40 & B-Legit)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt.
(E-40)
B-Legit from what I understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was sellin mo wolf tickets
than a sold out Lennox Lewis an Evander Holyfield fight, shit
we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
that crazy ass muthafucka named Steve,
who caught me doin' dirt, cuz I'm dirt cheap,
an I like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep
down an dirty, 'specialy when I'm doin' dirt bad,
pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.
(B-Legit)
I been it down from day uno,
baby bottle full of pruno,
knew I was the shit named B-Legit,
had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a telephone, my communicator,
on the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
fuck a playa hata, see he cheats to win
an me, I be the B-Soft Gin,
cuz I'm the man wit it,
got the taste of blood,
so dirty when I'm wet that I turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
an make a hit hurt bad,
ain't no tellin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.
*(chorus)*
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIATCH!!
(B-Legit)
We doin' dirt bad, me and Charlie Hustle,
niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
got they yay sewed up
an you gonna have to see us,
either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
keep my burners on,
ain't no peace out here,
a good place to leave yo whole fuckin career,
so keep yo game near,
an don't cross game,
until the list have your own fuckin name.
(E-40)
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
them batches,
the got my faulty tapped,
but the po-po's hate it,
cuz I be talkin in code,
street slang, so they can't interpretate it,
an the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
it is if they go out and get a reliable source,
which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
one that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
a rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
*(chorus)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA-TCH!!
(B-Legit)
Mobb shit biatch.
(E-40)
Biatch!! Biatch!!
(B-Legit)
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's like, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
it don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out.
(E-40)
I took a, I took a, whole thang of ice cream,
a kilogram of birdie a unit,
put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
like a muthafucka would supposed to
when there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
that way I could get em off like hot cakes,
an you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
you see I know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
for you tardy unaware troopers
now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
yola, yola, ice cream candy,
man that shit be comin in handy,
but anyway,
dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
that's why me an my side went ahead
an pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
on his 'ol, move the show room,
show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his,
put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
don't you know I'm all off pullin licks
on busta brown ass zarks like you,
scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience
(B-Legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep,
six or seven g's everytime I beep,
hit the streets like I can't, plot fo the bank,
fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
a nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
we ride Fleetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and all cash I claim
a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.
Chorus- *(E-40 & B-Legit)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt.
(E-40)
B-Legit from what I understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was sellin mo wolf tickets
than a sold out Lennox Lewis an Evander Holyfield fight, shit
we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
that crazy ass muthafucka named Steve,
who caught me doin' dirt, cuz I'm dirt cheap,
an I like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep
down an dirty, 'specialy when I'm doin' dirt bad,
pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.
(B-Legit)
I been it down from day uno,
baby bottle full of pruno,
knew I was the shit named B-Legit,
had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a telephone, my communicator,
on the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
fuck a playa hata, see he cheats to win
an me, I be the B-Soft Gin,
cuz I'm the man wit it,
got the taste of blood,
so dirty when I'm wet that I turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
an make a hit hurt bad,
ain't no tellin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.
*(chorus)*
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIATCH!!
(B-Legit)
We doin' dirt bad, me and Charlie Hustle,
niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
got they yay sewed up
an you gonna have to see us,
either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
keep my burners on,
ain't no peace out here,
a good place to leave yo whole fuckin career,
so keep yo game near,
an don't cross game,
until the list have your own fuckin name.
(E-40)
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
them batches,
the got my faulty tapped,
but the po-po's hate it,
cuz I be talkin in code,
street slang, so they can't interpretate it,
an the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
it is if they go out and get a reliable source,
which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
one that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
a rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
*(chorus)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA-TCH!!
E-40 - Borrow Yo’ Broad Lyrics
E-40 - Borrow Yo’ Broad Lyrics
[E-40] Beeyatch!
It's a fool cause I'm in Texas-Arkana right?
I seen baby girl, she say, look ah uh you know what I say to myself
I say, she look like Baby Dattaway! (Dattaway!)
You smell that? I say look here
I been lookin for you in the broad daylight with a flashlight baby
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Yeah, like my nigga Pimpin' Ken
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[E-40]
I hear fetti (petty) callin (callin)
Callin (callin) yeah the bitch subject again
Broke and reckless eyeballin, fuckin around with Charlie Hustle main
It's in my spine (it's in my spine)
And what's deeply and hella obvious that what the broad think
is her business, must be mine
I put the tick in the time, I thought you knew (I thought you knew)
Retire (retire) - tsh, BEEYATCH (BEEYTACH!)
Through with it before most of these square dancers
even had any kind of idea what to with it, get tired (get tired)
He ain't gon' bust a girl, that ain't you toughest (that ain't you toughest)
Dude I cain't play a fool, potnah I'm a solid nigga dig this (dig that)
Suspension (suspension)
Bitch got to pay me hoe, or pay me no attention!
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[B-Legit]
Pay attention, this one with extension, big boots with the gloves
Seems she's lookin for love
Spent a dub at the bar with her, see I promised not to hit her
long as I can get her
to the floor fashion show, short skirt and high heels
so the ass can show, satisfaction
Action make her ask for mo', gettin dough
Don't need no hoe that's po', you know?
You'd rather blow fo' with the snowbunny, well I ain't mad
cause the hoe money mo' money, sweet as snow money
Bring it to a pimp so he maintain wealth
Forty G's on the yacht, I got cock for sale
Might bail to Miami, nine hoes deep
Red Bull and my bad hoes get no sleep
Gators on my feet, I talk shit you know
on how everything here is a hoe
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[E-40] Beeyatch!
Smell, smell, Char-lie
Smell, smell, smell me
Smell, smell, the cheezie
Smell, smell, smell away
You can't make a tramp a champ even if you put her on a stamp
That bitch still wouldn't be worth a cryin dime
a blue nickel, or a screamin quarter
40-Water put it in order
Bitch it's about CB&H and I ain't talkin about pure cane sugar
I'm talkin about cock a butt and HEAD
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
[E-40] Beeyatch!
[Roger Troutman voice]
What you need to do is put that hoe on the track baby
Right now, or let me borrow that broad
Let me borrow that batch
Let me borrow that bootch
Let me borrow that hoe
[E-40] Beeyatch!
It's a fool cause I'm in Texas-Arkana right?
I seen baby girl, she say, look ah uh you know what I say to myself
I say, she look like Baby Dattaway! (Dattaway!)
You smell that? I say look here
I been lookin for you in the broad daylight with a flashlight baby
Where you been? (Where you been?)
Yeah, like my nigga Pimpin' Ken
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[E-40]
I hear fetti (petty) callin (callin)
Callin (callin) yeah the bitch subject again
Broke and reckless eyeballin, fuckin around with Charlie Hustle main
It's in my spine (it's in my spine)
And what's deeply and hella obvious that what the broad think
is her business, must be mine
I put the tick in the time, I thought you knew (I thought you knew)
Retire (retire) - tsh, BEEYATCH (BEEYTACH!)
Through with it before most of these square dancers
even had any kind of idea what to with it, get tired (get tired)
He ain't gon' bust a girl, that ain't you toughest (that ain't you toughest)
Dude I cain't play a fool, potnah I'm a solid nigga dig this (dig that)
Suspension (suspension)
Bitch got to pay me hoe, or pay me no attention!
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[B-Legit]
Pay attention, this one with extension, big boots with the gloves
Seems she's lookin for love
Spent a dub at the bar with her, see I promised not to hit her
long as I can get her
to the floor fashion show, short skirt and high heels
so the ass can show, satisfaction
Action make her ask for mo', gettin dough
Don't need no hoe that's po', you know?
You'd rather blow fo' with the snowbunny, well I ain't mad
cause the hoe money mo' money, sweet as snow money
Bring it to a pimp so he maintain wealth
Forty G's on the yacht, I got cock for sale
Might bail to Miami, nine hoes deep
Red Bull and my bad hoes get no sleep
Gators on my feet, I talk shit you know
on how everything here is a hoe
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow yo' broad)
Let me borrow yo' batch (let me borrow yo' batch)
Let me borrow yo' bootch (let me borrow yo' bootch)
Let me borrow that hoe! (let me borrow that hoe!)
[E-40] Beeyatch!
Smell, smell, Char-lie
Smell, smell, smell me
Smell, smell, the cheezie
Smell, smell, smell away
You can't make a tramp a champ even if you put her on a stamp
That bitch still wouldn't be worth a cryin dime
a blue nickel, or a screamin quarter
40-Water put it in order
Bitch it's about CB&H and I ain't talkin about pure cane sugar
I'm talkin about cock a butt and HEAD
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
Cock, butt, and head
[E-40] Beeyatch!
[Roger Troutman voice]
What you need to do is put that hoe on the track baby
Right now, or let me borrow that broad
Let me borrow that batch
Let me borrow that bootch
Let me borrow that hoe
E-40 - 360 Degrees Lyrics
E-40 - 360 Degrees Lyrics
Weeble-lations!!
(*E-40*)
Weeble-lations testin, testin.
Testin, testin,
hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha
fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell
me? It's E-feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this, I
cuss a mutha fucka out.
(*Eightball*)
Niggaz gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin,
tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million,
vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze,
hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage,
kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo,
three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco,
bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,
me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.
(*Rappin 4-Tay*)
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe,
none of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof,
choppin major game on the strength,
man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin major paper roll,
first at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,
went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,
they whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis,
born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us,
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay,
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool.
(*Eightball*)
Fuckin off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz,
gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya nigga,
from the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian,
in the "O" straight clownin,
talkin bout whats goin down an,
these niggaz feelin me,
soakin up the love I give,
nigga all of us got kids, an only got one life to live,
but sometimes that shit don't matta,
animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,
splatta,
all over shit, an leave tricks motionless,
drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss,
the only nigga sick as this,
behind me,
is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E.
(*Spice-1*)
Yeah smell me,
yo five albums in the game,
500 Benzo in my name,
five niggaz in a bucket,
five zig-zags to the brain,
to the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news,
I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues,
I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian,
but my crew run like the Mafia,
Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water,
an me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit,
met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me,
juss a part of the game,
jelous niggaz out fo fame,
when steady bustin at me,
is to give no names,
but when they runnin up on this muthafuckin Don
they catchin pieces of hell,
hot slugs from a nigga that's fresh out on bail.
(*Eightball*)
Long time comin baby,
somewhere off in the hills,
me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or kill,
on the real about this underground lifestyle,
intoxicated,
an always heavily sedated,
Bank's rocks the beat,
I grab the mic an bust,
turn into a monster,
eatin weak mc's up,
smokin trees up,
pinnin hoes knees up,
feds wouldn't ease up,
had to put the keys up,
findin Jesus prayin fo the weak,
hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me,
in the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs,
in a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was.
(*E-40*)
They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92),
I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who,
if I knew who, what, when, where an how,
if I knew back then, would I know now?
the rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin,
the only thing the rap game
gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin),
there will be no over-night sensations,
them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip
we been layin it down since trout season,
now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,
in a white house wit toys of traction,
uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look,
you can find me in the Florida designs book,
the hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day),
parked up on ???,
nigga this ain't none of that,
only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is cuz I want they region
recognize game, game recognize game.
Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga.
(chorus x2)
360 degrees of game,
talkin bout game,
talkin bout game,
360 degrees of game,
wit hella bomb on the brain.
Weeble-lations!!
(*E-40*)
Weeble-lations testin, testin.
Testin, testin,
hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha
fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell
me? It's E-feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this, I
cuss a mutha fucka out.
(*Eightball*)
Niggaz gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin,
tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million,
vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze,
hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage,
kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo,
three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco,
bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,
me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.
(*Rappin 4-Tay*)
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe,
none of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof,
choppin major game on the strength,
man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin major paper roll,
first at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,
went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,
they whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis,
born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us,
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay,
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool.
(*Eightball*)
Fuckin off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz,
gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya nigga,
from the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian,
in the "O" straight clownin,
talkin bout whats goin down an,
these niggaz feelin me,
soakin up the love I give,
nigga all of us got kids, an only got one life to live,
but sometimes that shit don't matta,
animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,
splatta,
all over shit, an leave tricks motionless,
drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss,
the only nigga sick as this,
behind me,
is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E.
(*Spice-1*)
Yeah smell me,
yo five albums in the game,
500 Benzo in my name,
five niggaz in a bucket,
five zig-zags to the brain,
to the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news,
I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues,
I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian,
but my crew run like the Mafia,
Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water,
an me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit,
met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me,
juss a part of the game,
jelous niggaz out fo fame,
when steady bustin at me,
is to give no names,
but when they runnin up on this muthafuckin Don
they catchin pieces of hell,
hot slugs from a nigga that's fresh out on bail.
(*Eightball*)
Long time comin baby,
somewhere off in the hills,
me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or kill,
on the real about this underground lifestyle,
intoxicated,
an always heavily sedated,
Bank's rocks the beat,
I grab the mic an bust,
turn into a monster,
eatin weak mc's up,
smokin trees up,
pinnin hoes knees up,
feds wouldn't ease up,
had to put the keys up,
findin Jesus prayin fo the weak,
hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me,
in the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs,
in a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was.
(*E-40*)
They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92),
I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who,
if I knew who, what, when, where an how,
if I knew back then, would I know now?
the rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin,
the only thing the rap game
gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin),
there will be no over-night sensations,
them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip
we been layin it down since trout season,
now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,
in a white house wit toys of traction,
uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look,
you can find me in the Florida designs book,
the hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day),
parked up on ???,
nigga this ain't none of that,
only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is cuz I want they region
recognize game, game recognize game.
Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga.
(chorus x2)
360 degrees of game,
talkin bout game,
talkin bout game,
360 degrees of game,
wit hella bomb on the brain.
Brooke Hogan feat E-40 - About Us Remix Lyrics
Brooke Hogan feat E-40 - About Us Remix Lyrics
Brooke Hogan:Chorus]
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really wanna know about us
But they don't know nothing about us
[Brooke Hogan:Breakdown]
I'm just trying to live but your all up in my grill
How's a girl to breathe with all the media starring down my mouth
With a four inch lenz I just wanna hit the mall with some of my friends
[E:40:Verse 1]
Niggas be gold killin
(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?)
How bout Atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch)
See I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre"
I spit tha (?) from tha job
My nigga Baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
[Brooke Hogan Verse 2]
Picture yourself up in my shoes
Top story in the news
Everyday its something new
Everybody's watching you
But they ain't seen nothing
They Ain't heard nothing
Everybody's just fronting its what they do
[Brooke Hogan Chorus]
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
Brooke Hogan:Chorus]
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really wanna know about us
But they don't know nothing about us
[Brooke Hogan:Breakdown]
I'm just trying to live but your all up in my grill
How's a girl to breathe with all the media starring down my mouth
With a four inch lenz I just wanna hit the mall with some of my friends
[E:40:Verse 1]
Niggas be gold killin
(?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla
Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?)
How bout Atlanta you know
We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch)
See I just look like this
Project English left and plain
We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre"
I spit tha (?) from tha job
My nigga Baby and them law
Tha block controller just seen it all
From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
Pineapple y'all
Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
[Brooke Hogan Verse 2]
Picture yourself up in my shoes
Top story in the news
Everyday its something new
Everybody's watching you
But they ain't seen nothing
They Ain't heard nothing
Everybody's just fronting its what they do
[Brooke Hogan Chorus]
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
I see your lips moving but I don't hear nothing
Everybody talking like they really wanna know something about us
But they don't know nothing about us
Brooke Hogan - Strip Lyrics
Brooke Hogan - Strip Lyrics
I just... I just wanna see you Strip
Would you strip for me?
Welcome to the freak show thanks for commin' joining me
I'll just show you what I want then just repeat after me
If your feelin' kinda kinky I can really turn you on
All I need is your co-operation come and play along
You know that I love you but come on lets take our clothes off
We can be together baby after we can doze off
If you get freaky with me there's nothing wrong with that
It's beautiful naturally but first you gotta
Strip for me take all of honey
Wanna see your body cause it's only for me
I wanna see you rip it off your body baby
Put a show on for me come and put it on me
I wanna see you Strip
I wanna see you Strip
Baby would you Strip?
I wanna see you Strip
Getting down to nothing I can see it coming
I have waited for you so long that I'm turning blue
Spiritual a connection deeper than the ocean
I'm twenty thousand leagues in heaven under the sea
You know that I love you but come on lets take our clothes off
We can be together baby after we can doze off
If you get freaky with me there's nothing wrong with that
It's beautiful naturally but first you gotta
Strip for me take all of honey
Wanna see your body cause it's only for me
I wanna see you rip it off your body baby
Put a show on for me come and put it on me
I wanna see you Strip
I wanna see you Strip
Oh baby please let me strip
Baby I can barely handle that
Show me just a little and I'll show you more
Stripper is my alter name and stripping is the goal
I just... I just wanna see you Strip
Would you strip for me?
Welcome to the freak show thanks for commin' joining me
I'll just show you what I want then just repeat after me
If your feelin' kinda kinky I can really turn you on
All I need is your co-operation come and play along
You know that I love you but come on lets take our clothes off
We can be together baby after we can doze off
If you get freaky with me there's nothing wrong with that
It's beautiful naturally but first you gotta
Strip for me take all of honey
Wanna see your body cause it's only for me
I wanna see you rip it off your body baby
Put a show on for me come and put it on me
I wanna see you Strip
I wanna see you Strip
Baby would you Strip?
I wanna see you Strip
Getting down to nothing I can see it coming
I have waited for you so long that I'm turning blue
Spiritual a connection deeper than the ocean
I'm twenty thousand leagues in heaven under the sea
You know that I love you but come on lets take our clothes off
We can be together baby after we can doze off
If you get freaky with me there's nothing wrong with that
It's beautiful naturally but first you gotta
Strip for me take all of honey
Wanna see your body cause it's only for me
I wanna see you rip it off your body baby
Put a show on for me come and put it on me
I wanna see you Strip
I wanna see you Strip
Oh baby please let me strip
Baby I can barely handle that
Show me just a little and I'll show you more
Stripper is my alter name and stripping is the goal
Brooke Hogan - Ruff Me Up Lyrics
Brooke Hogan - Ruff Me Up Lyrics
Yeah, Woah
Baby you don't know the girl that's comin out of me
I don't recognize this love, I want it ruff you see
Boy you know we love each other, always pleasin' one another
But I have just one request
Pull my hair and make me sweat
Do it baby baby, fill the curiosity,
Hold me down so I'm feelin' the strong velocity
Throw me up against the wall
Roll around until we fall
Boy I'm bout to shut you up,
Just want you to ruff me up.
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
I don't wanna be sweet cause I know that it's mediocrity
You're the one that I want and I need so baby explore me
Pull my hair go down my back
Arch me up and make me crack
Honey you know that I'm fallin' for you
Let it release somethin I wanna do
I can't wait to later baby want you more and more
I'm about to jump you when your walking through the door.
Pushin forward, first a fight,
Keep me up till mornin' light
Boy I'm about to shut you up
Just want you to rough me up.
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
[Flo Rida]
Hey hey, hey shorty what's your ingredients
Wet my appetite like I'm rollin stones
Tongue hangin' out of my mouth every time my taste buds get in that zone
Lookin' for flavor I need that recipe
Whoa a playa leavin' my legacy
Lickin that plate up, she's a delicacy.
After I cater, date her, oops I ate her.
Such a lovable hurt
Strawberry topping lets make it dessert
Play with the moneybags under your skirt
I heard they got cash there I said it first
I'm trying to bag all those calories
Tickle miss kitty that's above your knees
L.I.C. licky whatchu like in me
Leave a hickey where nobody can see
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Yeah, Woah
Baby you don't know the girl that's comin out of me
I don't recognize this love, I want it ruff you see
Boy you know we love each other, always pleasin' one another
But I have just one request
Pull my hair and make me sweat
Do it baby baby, fill the curiosity,
Hold me down so I'm feelin' the strong velocity
Throw me up against the wall
Roll around until we fall
Boy I'm bout to shut you up,
Just want you to ruff me up.
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
I don't wanna be sweet cause I know that it's mediocrity
You're the one that I want and I need so baby explore me
Pull my hair go down my back
Arch me up and make me crack
Honey you know that I'm fallin' for you
Let it release somethin I wanna do
I can't wait to later baby want you more and more
I'm about to jump you when your walking through the door.
Pushin forward, first a fight,
Keep me up till mornin' light
Boy I'm about to shut you up
Just want you to rough me up.
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
[Flo Rida]
Hey hey, hey shorty what's your ingredients
Wet my appetite like I'm rollin stones
Tongue hangin' out of my mouth every time my taste buds get in that zone
Lookin' for flavor I need that recipe
Whoa a playa leavin' my legacy
Lickin that plate up, she's a delicacy.
After I cater, date her, oops I ate her.
Such a lovable hurt
Strawberry topping lets make it dessert
Play with the moneybags under your skirt
I heard they got cash there I said it first
I'm trying to bag all those calories
Tickle miss kitty that's above your knees
L.I.C. licky whatchu like in me
Leave a hickey where nobody can see
[Chorus]
So ruff me up, up baby
Cause I'm so tough baby
And your so hot I don't wanna stop, stop
So ruff me up up baby
Cause your so tough baby
And I'm ready to go
So get me down on the floor
Baby ruff me up, up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Baby ruff me up up up up up up up
Ruff me up up up up up
Brooke Hogan - Handcuffed Lyrics
Brooke Hogan - Handcuffed Lyrics
Oh baby tie me up
Cuz I'm in love with you
Hancuffed
Tie me up
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
I've been around just a couple of times
But not enough to know what's really "right"
And I've been hurt just a couple of more
Yes it's happened to me more than twice
So I lost all my hope and I finnaly figured out
Would have to be left on my own
But then you came around and showed me what it's like
To be enforced by love (oh)
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
I'm so releived that I'm finnaly caught
Boy your free to "force me" just so you know
Just tie me up and secure the lock
Please don't ever think of letting me go
So just swallow the key
And neverlettin go of me
And I'll never let go of you
I'm your prisner now
So don't ever let me out
And keep an extra eye on me too (ohh)
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
Baby got your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Get out your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Handcuffed
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
Baby got your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Get out your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up (locked up)
You got your handcuffs (I'm in love with you)
Go head and tie me up
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
Handcuffs
Get out your handcuffs
Oh baby tie me up
Cuz I'm in love with you
Hancuffed
Tie me up
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
I've been around just a couple of times
But not enough to know what's really "right"
And I've been hurt just a couple of more
Yes it's happened to me more than twice
So I lost all my hope and I finnaly figured out
Would have to be left on my own
But then you came around and showed me what it's like
To be enforced by love (oh)
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
I'm so releived that I'm finnaly caught
Boy your free to "force me" just so you know
Just tie me up and secure the lock
Please don't ever think of letting me go
So just swallow the key
And neverlettin go of me
And I'll never let go of you
I'm your prisner now
So don't ever let me out
And keep an extra eye on me too (ohh)
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
Baby got your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Get out your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Handcuffed
You got me handcuffed
Locked up cardiac arrest baby
Cuz I'm in love with you
You got me handcuffed
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
That's all I wanna do
Baby got your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up
Get out your handcuffs
Go head and tie me up (locked up)
You got your handcuffs (I'm in love with you)
Go head and tie me up
Don't stop tie me up right now baby
Handcuffs
Get out your handcuffs
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