 Vol. 2 - How You Love That » Չունիս [+ Ավելացնել +] |
1. _ Drop It Like It's Hot
[Baby] Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra?) All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes, ballin till we fallin Drankin too much, but its all good (all good) Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out [Baby] Thugged out, when i met the president Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch! And i wouldnt fuck foxy with another nigga dick Been slick doin this shit since 86 Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist And my motto is i'll fuck a bitch Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap shit Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw shit That brown layed down shit Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick And bees like butter fresh got 'em runnin to the store quick And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick And sure 'nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch! And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit [Juvenile] I aint givin up shit, everything i got i earned Nuthin for free, up in this world is what i learned Backdown for what, i know them playas up in that cut And they tapin us, my shot they cant wait to bust So all you niggaz slow down, you drawin more heat I read it in the paper already , they say they gonna sweep A brother doin 10-9, im fuckin with you clownz Nigga done take his charge, so mah people went down Get some were you aint got nuthin to do? I'm ballin now, i dont time to be fuckin witch you Me and chilly ride hod , ready to ball like a dog Get full of that hen and that dro' until we fall Dont answer the phone , cuase they got us under survalliance Look in the real b , You dont know them people tralin? [Chorus] Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot [M. Fresh] Who the only nigga you know that'll hassle a bitch Who the only nigga you know that'll Harass a bitch Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity You done seen me, got the super weeny Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini Muggin while she between me Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks Suckin till she catch the Hizucks When i shoot the rizzucks, I like 'em i love and i smash I hit 'em qiuck in a mash, till the kat K Robbin,Weebon and Bobbin Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa) The pickle has no heart, in the middle of the dark If u cant finish this shit you shouldt have start, with a big-dick birdie man 23 year old dirty man, pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand And let you insert, Da Man [Chorus] [Cadillac] Baby im'a ctach my cut from saratoga unravelin Tryin to twist 'em with the shit, with brite gangsta unravelin Runnin of on mah shit, Tryin to take what was mine But im'a gip with mah shit from 6 figures to the last dime Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout If i was runnin with them niggaz then i'd be crossed up I'm'a ball till i fall, What you think i was playin? I like cars and broads, but im real with this rap thing I still got mah buildins, still gonna make a million I'm'a slang these rocks, from all the way up, They killin 'em Take it how you want it, I aint got shit for the doubt Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt [Baby] How you luv that?, Bitch! [Chorus] more free lyrics |
2. _ Big Ballin'
[Manny Fresh] I told ya fuckin' ass I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the drows Seven days a week seven brand new cars Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator You not a hata Then press second floor So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s And up top niggas drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin [Baby] News cars Pretty broads Neighborhood superstars Going far Goin' to the super bowl In the hole And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice With new heights Hoes got my name right Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight Dirt digga Hoe go-getta Nigga outta line Playboy I got ten on ya feet Car shinna Rim blinda 20 inch rida Nigga and you can ride right beside me Titty watcha Hoe stoppa VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide shit And playa you can believe that shit [Chorus: repeat 4X] Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby [Manny Fresh] I see you jockin' Baby cuz he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies And all his babies [Baby] I know what they like Them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die nigga We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die nigga [Manny Fresh] Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pass yo bitch all outta control [Baby] Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The 4-7 the big pipe user Hoe abuser [Manny Fresh] Its the project sticker man Full of liquor man Ridin' with cha bitch with the tymers playin' [Baby] Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto Flashy cars Pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars For girls I bought Pretty jewels With new shoes With tatoos A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do [Manny Fresh] Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do [Chorus] [Manny Fresh] Ten years ago a friend of mine Brought me to uptown second line Met meatball, nair, anglin mets Want you do a D.J. in the jets Bought two trigger mans and brown beat Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel Put up the mic cuz I got a fuckin' story ta tell Teresa [Baby:] Yous a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch [Manny:] I say lil Lisa [Baby:] You still a Ca$h Money bitch say what you still a Ca$h Money bitch [Manny:] My nigga Baby ya wit me [Baby:] Fa sho [Manny:] Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope [Baby] Niggas livin for the Sunday On the lake bakin cake watchin niggaz ridin round with they honey (Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin, white folks actin Givin tickets nigga for the jackin Niggaz feudin, game losin Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin to abuse me Joe Casey, goin crazy My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin feds Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name killa Told me he gon' kill him a nigga Suga Slim, all in, game tight And we just about to start this all night flight more free lyrics |
3. _ Ballin'
[Baby] Now since I live in these motherfucking projects Police don't want to see us in cadillacs I bought a woman on gold to match my goals And I don't have to drop one of my hoes I got a Lexus and a Benz Expedition on chrome partner With 20 inch rims A hummer and a rose royce I got a candy helicopter in the lake front nigga I'm a ball till I fall Talk shit till I fuck I'ma fly till I die Shake till I break I'ma bake these cakes and drink alizate And fuck a different bitch every night of the week I'ma shop till pop and keep a high price partner Range and rove, got a mouth full a gold And I love these hoes Niggas wearing Rolexes Spendin 50 or better till coming back from Texas Bustin leafs and leather Got a hummer full of bricks Cuz I know I'm the shit, you can believe that nigga Got diamonds and golds so I can blind these hoes I'ma ball till fall, spending g's at the mall Have a big ballin party, inviting all y'all 10 G's around my neck, 50 g's on my rolex 100 G's on my Benz, 20 G's on my rims 5 G's just laying on the floor I party, hit the dope and give you 5 G's son The old man never seen that much cash before 700 G's stashed away for my son I hit it harder and get some cold rum Downstairs has 2 million just in case I die Baby we ain't gonna ride The little BC gonna ball till I die Playboy, tell me how you luv that? [Mannie Fresh] I got so many cars I don't know what to do I got so many hoes I'll give one to you Lexus laying wit the TV playin, that my CO Projects swallow me, cuz I'm negro The cornrolls don't got a hummer man The broads too I keep the hurricane Nigga raw street, thats the bubblied Benz Nigga raw folks, wit the Batman Benz, come on Put your eyes on this nigga Baby Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram Out of state hoes wit diamond rings 7 nigga teens Look at the fuckin karats on your triple beam How you luv that? Lexus wit the blue stripe Can you take that Apollo with the white ass pipes 100's, 1000's, millions, damn Like from 6 till noon, I buy a whole building man [Bun B] Bitch we top of the line Never fuck wit niggas that drop a dime Thinking we ballin I'll fuck if you mine Your talks is too high. there's some diamonds bout to be blind Stop some time, then you can possibly climb I got Cash Money to prove it Walking and talking like I'm all cute and Refreshen and reuse it With cars you can't purchase While you strugglin for 2 g's at churches Nobody searchin, they just find and drop the bitch Probably looking for the boy, so we can get out this bitch Now the drink is on us, for the fights no fuck I'm visiting a whore, hoes only got butts, get naked and show cunts I need fucking sucking ass blowing Now just back up and show us your butt Blow up when you see us Go down the beach and get some Reeses If don't believe it, ask Jesus Bitch we ballin more free lyrics |
4. _ How U Luv That (Vol. 2 version)
[Juvenile:] Aw, man Man I sho' need this one here man It's gon' be so huge I know everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me [Manny Fresh:] Now, who the fuck got cars for days Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 inch blades Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin' kisses Chrome struck bitches, wood grain witches Leather seats, la la look, anything else itches I don' done it, the bubble-eyed GS 300 Anything else around me playboy I run it Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a fouton She not white, uh uh, she cuban Karats on my fingers Fuckin' R&B Singers 1998 Lexus, Dick slangers Nuts Hangers, from South Americon Don Peringion Me a peasant, move on Can you top a, nigga with a candy coated helicopter Move, shake, shove that Ask yourself nigga How You Luv That [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)] How You Luv That 20 Cars on chrome Nigga, How You Luv That 20 show in the dome Nigga, How You Luv That 20 Hot Girls to bone Nigga, How You Luv That Brrrr, 20 PrimeCo phones [Baby:] Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't changed When nigga used to play curls now they playin' braids And in my crib I got a elevator fuckin' with these hoes heads With alligator pillow cases in my bed I got a screen TV so big Playboy I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead Cause I'm gon' ball 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall And Playboy you could tell me How You Luv That I bought my son a Rolex with diamonds and bezzel at nine months And a Cash Money medallion with 20 diamonds in each letter son So peeps this, nigga a got I million dollars worth of cars all on chrome can you compete wit' this, that's beautiful These six tires with that Range Rover Ear rings costin' 15 G's, wit' TV's Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the hood of the Humvee And put my face on top nigga can you see me I got so much money I'll never do time I play them white bitches like they play me at all times I got 20 G's to put on they leather seat But, for open court charges three time felony on one rap sheet What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and pickin' cotton When I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin' I'm a Big Tymer ask 'Lac you could believe that Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv That [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)] [Juvenile:] Baby what you mean that Juvenile ain't bout matin' Best get yo' mind right and go head with that hatin' What, you must think that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha All of this shoutin' gon' get me killed for nothin', ha Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall From Calton by the levy, to General DeGaul So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the jewels Give your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's Rolex with diamond bezzels with 20 G cells My floor shinin' from marble from across the canal In my position we make nothin but G's Your jewelery say you belong to CMB Don't hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please You think I'm stuntin' know just wait 'til I come back with them ki's Niggaz fear this, they hate but they don't come near this I don' wrote a song bout these bitches you wanna hear this They say, "Juvenile you muthafucka you off the heezy" I got these hoes pussy poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy Can't you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That Can't you see me in that BMW-ah, How You Luv That [Chorus: Lil Wayne (2x)] Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Wha, How You Luv That Nigga, How You Luv That Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv That Ha ha, Big Tymers Diamonds that'll [Bling] blind ya Ha ha, Big Tymers Better act like ya know more free lyrics |
5. _ Playboy (Don't Hate Me) (Vol. 2 version)
[Lil Wayne] I be comin with it If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition I'm on chrome 20 inches You'd know who I be Oh yes you'd know me Hoes see millionaire that's h-o-t Wodie slow down you might be ahead To slip and tell all your broads we already Coleon me a mobsta regular And you can call me on my ce-elier (cellular) (What) Celebrate and pop the Don-p (beep) That's Re that drop the bomb beats (uh-uh) Middle name's Rabbits Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin' (huh) Nigga lil shorty bout paper Bedroom, second floor in a bater ?? I'm a superstar (star) Money makin' pimp Up in the double-R (R) Just me and Slim I'm gettin cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful How you love that playboy [Bun B] We go lights, action, camera We here to hammer ya Go ask Pamela or your baby mama lil Tamera Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomarrow Look at your sorrow Heads gotta meet Kids gotta eat Why don't we make a mil (million) Rhymin' in and out of beat In mydazeep ?? Shit don't even look for it it's way off Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs So stay off the ground cuz it's dangerous wodie Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us wodie It's a gang of us wodie You see one everywhere you go Ain't no thing with this wodie You get it any ear for sure We go to the bank So much bitch we got a bedroom What else count money and give a nigga head room So when you hear the leg boom Bitch you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere But on the west start some shit somewhere [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me [Baby] I got these niggas talkin' bout this black on black hummer I scored that last summer But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn Pictures of other niggas' old ladies suckin' my shit While you be lovin' this stupid bitch Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin' Goin' to the club with 10 G's And the bar tab that's all on Baby Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing That shit all on Cash Money Well here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face Cause I wouldn't give this hoe no play Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink Cause I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus and a penthouse that say "hoe hater" With tattos with number 1 stunter With billionaire on my left arm And millionaire on my right arm Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey Nigga I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like Fresh And I ain't met a nigga tha can out shine me See I got a clip that's called "pussy go-getters" Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money niggas [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These flashy cars ain't new to y'all Playboy, don't hate me don't hate me don't hate me [Mannie Fresh (talking)] What's happenin' this the gator shoe man Fresh and Vic a new man Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah This is a, this is a uhmm Cash Money/Big Tymers production This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin' And Lil Wayne, and me myself, The Beautiful one It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful baby, it's truly beautiful baby Now what we playin this year One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four Y'all just got to you know, hang in there and see what we gonna do this summer What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin' What we gonna buy It's beautiful I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig We thinkin' about buyin' a city I ain't gonna say what city Just a city more free lyrics |
6. _ Beautiful (Vol. 2 version)
[Mannie] Now I'm feelin good and fine Smokin green and drinkin wine Ten thousand dollars at the bar (all on Baby) I guess this makes me a super-duper star Drinkin ripple and tanquerae A brand new drink, I call it ripple-rae [Chorus 2x] My life is beautiful (Livin that good life) It's just beautiful (Livin that good life) [Mannie] Baby take me to the motel When we finished you can go tell Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn How we got butt-naked and go it on How I split ya, hit ya and brung ya home Stole ya chains and rings and herenbone [Chorus] [Mannie] Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These fancy cars aint new to ya'll Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful These fancy cars aint new to ya'll [Spoken] How you love that 1998 That's Big Tymer style There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin Standin in the way Cause I'm gon' shine All the time How you love that (yeah) On the bass Funky Fingaz, can I get a wodie On the keys, just wodie (wooday) Just wodie (wooday) Big wodie (wooday) Take it to the bridge, take it to the bridge [Bridge 2x] Just rollerskate, rollerskate Don't player hate, player hate [Chorus] [Spoken] This here is platinum material Just light, light-weight interlude How you luv that It's gorgeous out chea I'm a neighborhood superstar I'd rather be young rich and local Than nation-wide and broke, bro All the time (all the time) All the time Ya'll can say what you want about me I got this man Drinks is on me Everybody order somethin, drinks on me Everything on me (Moet, Moet) I love myself I love myself, I love myself Shouts out to the whole city The broads alright, but the niggas pretty more free lyrics |
7. _ How Should I Ride
[Manny Fresh:] Everything on me, my skills pay the bills Buy my momma a house and buy my daddy some hot wheels I'm the number one pepper star, look at y'all Hat to the back, make my way to the bar When I'm in your town, bling, I'm gon' shine Gimme the best bottle of your best (glub, glub, glub) wine Can I have your attention, couple of things I'd like to mention I stay in a big ass house wit' a big gold fence and Wit' the Beemer, Benz, and a Trooper Living room Supa-Dupa Size, Suprose This a big ass diamond, y'all go ahead and cover y'all eyes Look out here I come, stunt man number one I'm makin' airplanes outta fifties just for fun The boat, the plane, the Viper man The 4 TV's in the black Range A black boy havin' all these thangs Now how should I ride man [Baby:] Captin stunter, I ride with a Mack 11 Cause I'm a Uptown hunter, a big dope fronter And 10 a ki still a number I ride Rolls Royce Canisus I took my main hoe out a Yukon and put her in a drop top Benzie I got these bitches trailin' me nigga, cause I got a little money Got these hoes wanna give me pussy cause I got a little money But I got 10 hoes, all with golds Wiot' my name tatooed on the back of they assholes Wit' 20 inch rims, that's how I ride nigga If you ridin' 16's don't ride beside me nigga I'll give to my niggaz, before I give to these broads My block on fire, my niggaz in heat We clockin' a hundred G's a week I boat the yacht, and a screen TV And put my face on the hood of the muthafuckin' Humvee So you niggaz could see me I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous I wear 2 pair of drawers, wit' 2 Rolex watches Wit' 22 bitches on my log nigga I guess that's the thug in me I lie to these bitches 7 days a week I put that on my lil brother LD restin' in peace [B.G.:] They wan' know how I ride Still get high Wan' know how I cross and front the feds, still floss I'm the B.G., in ya car, shit rangin' I'm playin' cheddar cheese, Hot Boy$ ain't fakin' Wanna hang wit' B and Slim gotta have 10 G's Cause them niggaz spend money like it grow on trees We ballin' got cars from every company Expedition, Rams, even a Humvee Ain't that somethin' none of us over 25 Daog you think they really rapped and got Q thangs for 5 Now lil daddy you got a nigga fucked up You could live for 'Burbs but nothin' but speakers on that truck Ah hah, we floss all week man Every night I got a different bitch under my sheet man They see me in the drop Jag and get out the way They know who it is when they see me in the Rover the next day [Cadillac:] Call it ghetto wrist nigga, wear filled with bagettes Crushed out on my neck with the matchin' bracelet Uh, cocked to the side in my 98 bubble eye Put on your shades cause you can't stand it with the naked eye Why, cause I'm a shinda I got diamonds and golds that'll blind ya, blind ya Get out my way cause I'm comin' through Man that' 'lac in the Jag, yeah and I'm sittin' on 20's too Livin' my life like I'm a millionaire How many young black niggaz you know wit' Rollies and Carliare Wrist wear, niggafilled with jew-els Now everybody wanna shine like CMR Cartel Uh, Wodie, Put on your 'boks and your 'bauds Uh, and put some 20's on your Benz so you can shine when you roll We got the finest cars and the finest broads Buyin' mansions on Washingtoners we take our garage Uh, now you see now we ride, how we ride Wit' VCR's and Playstations, wit' the wood inside For sheezy boy How you luv that Done it again BGeezy off the heezy more free lyrics |
8. _ Millionaire Dream
Whazzup This the life nigga Check [Verse 1] I got ten round my neck, twenty on my wrist Million dollar luck ah, million dollar kiss Pull up in my Lexus, sippin on Dom P Call me lil' baby but you ain't know it was C.M.B. I floss everyday wootay Knowin to shine like a crushed wined face Roley What the deal on the real it's all about scrill Pretty grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah Ridin to myself up in my baby benz Playin tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends Flyin to Nashville, me and bob splittin eighty Then I chill on Washatona with Slim and Baby See the $ on my back symbolize my click See the $ around my neck symbolize we rich Always wonderful, but Baby gotta see it to believe it All this ice and rich heights man it's off the heezy Fifteen and I'm workin wit a hundred and better And you can put that on my diamond Gucci bezel What [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got ten around my neck (mm mm) And baguettes on my wrist [Bling] See we ball till we fall (la la) Livin a millionaires dream (wootay) [Verse 2] Since I done hit me a lick, I done got some shit That most niggas out chere can't fuck wit Sixty- Five on rims to get they mind right Then took the Cash Money piece and put twenty all night Now I'ma ball till I fall if it kills a bitch Check the crown of the Roley from the flick to the wrist Six figures ain't enough for this game that I'm in If I can make a hundred G's then I can make a million Rice and Baby in a loader fuckin around with them hoes Me and Slim was parlaying makin deals in the rose Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n game to a bitch B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it's nothing nice I ain't sellin for shit If it's a Bentley that I want, it's a Bentley I get Drop-top, CD changer, come equipped with the phone Cash Money Big Tymers and we ride on chrome Playa Haters want to picture me fallin' If you could picture 'Pac rollin, then you can picture me ballin Living good, lookin good, playin cards with the ??? CMR Hot Boys Big Tymers for life, nigga Yeah we drinkin diamonds and gold For the nine scrilla, biatch [echo] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga I got million stashed so I can buy these buildings And duck these killings And tipping these niggas tryina have billions I just wanna raise my two children Going to these white folks and demandin millions Havin 'em saying Cash Money worth figures And tippin 'em just like Suge Knight did 'em And I done did my dirt in the process tryna' make millions See I done did a lot of shit in my lifetime Like, makin money, committing these stupid crimes But I still got my ghetto stripes When I'm pimp in the game Cuz, I love to hustle all through the night Cuz, when I hit my block it's like the Pope done stopped I have them lil' children sayin, "Baby please don't stop" Worth six figures and I'm rich and these hoes and right Hustlin all night so Lil' Bryan can eat right I'm going holla at my people in Melph to make sure shit right ??? so I'ma cruise to the next life Me and Bryan got to bitches we goin fuck tonight If they don't give up the pussy hotel they get left tonight That's how it be worth some G's Man you can play them hoes like they ain't worth shit You dig [Baby Talking] [Chorus] [Verse 4] Young niggas wearin cracka gators All my life eatin steak and potatoes Valet please get the beige Mercedes It's beautiful, la la, don't hate us Back up for the most spectacular, cake stackular Performance like Acura, got these stayin like Dracula Vroom, how you like that diamond bezel Blindin everything up in this bitch when I hit the shiny pedal It's marvelous, the life I live Smile pretty child got plenty Crystal to give Rolex's for everyday of the week Blowin gars in all kinds of cars will my brother Keith Steaks and fetuccini, lil' girls in bikinis Maybe Baby might let me use his beige Lamborghini Givin all these project hoes the weenie On radios and videos y'all hoes seen me Life styles of the rich and richer Look on any bad bitch wall you goin see my picture Wildlife on my feet everyday of the week Now how that shit hit you Look here Baby I'ma get wit you more free lyrics |
9. _ Top Of Tha Line Nigga (Vol. 2 version)
[Lil' Wayne] Top of the line nigga Check [Verse 1:] Excuse me, let me introduce me La, la uptown top of the line HB See i'm a million dollar nigga Rolex on my wrist crushed Ain't too many can touch Baby i'm too much I'm fifteen with fifteen karats and fifteen figures with fifteen niggers and fifteen hummers with triggers I'm way at the top Up the million dollar spot Want to flex what I got Make niggas sick like a drop Every show I get You can give a quarter key Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six-five to see me While we be goin shows Baby transporting keys Findin' out always to beat the N.O.P.D But uh-uh Can't stop me from shinin', no uh-uh Can't stop my rolie from windin, yeah I (Sniff) I-I blow niggas minds Me and Prime up in the five Dog it's top of the line [Chorus (Lil' Wayne & Baby) 2x] Say Whotay La la need have diamonds like me Whotay Need to see the leather in the Humvee Whotay Us niggas six figures Whotay Top of the line niggas [Verse 2:] Nigga I just ordered me something new Some six generation technology that's only made for movies Comin' from Tennessee and I'm in Lousiville on 23rd street Hangin with this hot boy chillin Tryna find a way to drop a hundred keys on these niggas And I peep in this shit that be shinin like me , nigga Ridin on twentys and be playin these hoes These niggas in Lousiville gotta a mouth full of gold But see playboy I be bout that shinin These niggas bout that reppin' While I be bout "BIG Tymin" Nigga, i'm so tru ?? whatever I do I just bought new cars for the whole crew I'm so top of the line nigga I don't what to do I bought Fresh a Lamborghini and me a loaders, fool [Verse 3:] I got the jucuzzi nigga in the back of the truck Runnin' water for your daughter when she want to get buck Cable satelleite dish, sony remote ?? sold me a truck ?? sold me the boat I got some shit on my finger that'll blind the crowd I got some shit in my truck that's way too loud I'm the most looked back in the year '98 Y'all got to love me baby Don't I look great Dog, gave me the gift so I could share it y'all Like Michael Jordan y'all goin' see me ball [Verse 4:] One million, two million, three Oh! it's my part That lil' nigga whole heart Lexus automatic start I shine like eighteen And sparkle like a bezzel Ridin' up yo' block In the fully loaded ledger And the navigator on ?? But that's for tommorrow though Shaggin' up for hundred With ?? and Mario That slut that's me In the GS 3 So play the backseat Suck on me watch yo' teeth And um wipe yo feet 'Fore you step under my bell Ding dong ?? bell worth a mill so what the hell What like my smile Three million dollar grin What this me playin introduce me to your friend It's all gravy baby hot boy you should know it In a mercedes baby mm hmm that's beatiful Look i'm large bro Be flyin up and down the lake on CBR's bro In my garage ?? my place I got 4 cars bro I swear me and my brothers we superstars bro La la it's marvelous You see I "bloop" bust like a bottle i'm all wet Go cash bout four checks Yo' wife ?? till' get more wet I sticks to the cool Reeboks and Girbauds It's all about a mill These hoes, diamonds and golds [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne talking] Yeah Playboy it's like this Hey, get the shovel man Let's go bubble all this ice It's wonderful Baby [Manny Talking] Truly marvelous Y'all tryin to rub me like jeans But y'all need to wear y'all own, man Come on man you can't fit me, man more free lyrics |
10. _ Money & Power
[Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)] If you could be me for an hour Have Money and Power Stand tall and ball and send your records to Tower You Would love that (Hot, Hot) You Would love that (Hot, Hot) [Baby:] Nugga ge yo shit together Tell the homeboys, we gone shine in the rainy weather Strap up we gon' ride tonight Cause all I wan' do is play with hoes tonight And my Rollies with my bezzel speak through the ice Let my Jag drop top speak through the gold head lights Man, I'm on an all night flight Worth about a millie on a silly night On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night Playboy and my game be tight I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace Or my momma Gladys or my sister Noreese Man half of my family already deceased But this baller life don't mean nothin' to me Playa if I can't share it with my muthafuckin' family I'ma roll with my heat and ride with my H.B.'s And make all my hoes say the love me Fitted hats, stayin' strap, Ree's on my feet Ask 'Lac playboy if you don't believe me You better stay straped rollin' in the UPT Besides all these cars and all these broads Holla at me playa thangs for 10 a ki Playboy you could believe me [Chorus: Manny Fresh (2x)] [Manny Fresh:] It was one summer night in the middle of June Me and Belle blowin' blunts up under the moon When this nigga croos the street start talkin' shit Tellin' all his jive niggas that my music don't hit See I payed it no matter Every album gets hotter, than the last one partner What's ya real reason nigga, for hatin' me man Cause the bitch that ya wit', was datin' me man You bout hoe shit Keep it on the down low shit Hoe broke and lonely don't know shit Usually Captain Kirk a bitch I'll rough a bitch 'Til she say, "I had enough shit" I know ya bumpin' Cash Money, ya like Manny tracks Got ya Sony CD pumped up to the max You should be on Jerry Springer, 'cause nigga you the king of Hatin' on niggaz that's keepin' it real Big Tymers had money before the record deal Uh, If fuckin' music don't work nigga then I still got the wheels Hmm, How you diggin' that How you diggin' that How you diggin' that [Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)] [Baby:] I owe my dedication to my homeboy Manny Cause I'd probably still be in a penitentiery Or still sellin' yey on these dark city streets Or duckin' these haters tryin' to visit me Or the feds, want me to face 4 to 40 for conspiracy Playboy this life is real to me I'm rollin' Uptown wit' automatic artillery All I can say s Fresh kept it real wit' me But I know my lil B.G. could feel me That's why I'm hollin' Chopper City in my song nigga And you wearin' earings with bezzels 'cause I bought 'em nigga But you the reason why I keep it real with niggaz Juvenile came and formed this Hot Boy Clique And Lil Weezy I know you planted the seed And when it come I know you gon' name it after me I owe it all to the Lord and to Suga Slim for savin' me From these guns, round the white And puttin' that ron on another nigga son And tellin' me that I can be all gravy And tellin' me that I could save this nigga baby And if you don't believe me playa I put it on that 99 big body Benz And the Lord and My friends cause Cash Money out to win Playboy you could believe that How You Luv That Boy Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa Tell Me nigga, How You Luv That Playa Hah Nigga, How You Luv That Playa It's all gravy baby Nigga been havin' shit nigga Ridin' flossin' before we did all this shit nigga Million dollar homes nigga Everybody in my clique ride on chrome nigga I don't make nah nigga wait for shit Once we want it we gon' get that shit Playboy you could believe that more free lyrics |
11. _ On Top Of The World
[Mannie] I know you wish you could find a Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer, tymer I ride on chrome givin bitches the blues Got the brand new Mo-Moes, twenty inch shoes Every city I go, these hoes know Dick slingin contest after the show Shootin off like a cannon, nuts landin Right up in va-gana, dick still standin Hard like a mack test, mega mess I love it when you walk around showin ya breast Load music got us shinin, drinkin wine Bustin out rubbers like it's 1999 Diamonds like street lights, racin bikes Candy paint, chromed out, dual pipes I wish I could love every broad the same Have kids all over with my last name Ya'll niggas don't think I'm serious, huh Ya'll think it's a game But I'm bout the money, the bitches, the cars, and the fame [Chorus] Ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world) Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world) Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world) Ya ride 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world) Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg Everyday, all day, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world) Everybody in the clique, ball like a dawg (We on top of da world) Ya got diamonds round ya neck, ball like a dawg (I'm on top of da world) Ya ride on 20 inch flats, ball like a dawg (Top of da world) Aw aw, ball like a dawg, aw aw, ball like a dawg [Baby] Nigga, know me as a big wheeler, nigga call me a car dealer I'm gon' floss 'til the lord steal me I'm gon ball like a dawg, nigga feel me Lamborgini's bullet proof, nigga you can't kill me Vacationin at Las Vegas casinoes Wit about 100 G's worth of c-notes Lookin at all these pretty hoes Gettin beeps from my niggas 'bout some cash flow I gotta head back to the motherfuckin N.O. And clique up wit my motherfuckin negroes And tell Stank get the Lexus cruise 4 doors And beep the clique, tell 'em strap we 'bout to roll Go and eat fetticini with the main hoes And where trillionaire earrings how the game go Billionaire status from this fuckin rap flow Tattoed and I'm dealin with them white folks [Chorus] [Mannie] I got a brand new rubber Tell ya bitch I love her Meet me at the hotel so I could shove a Big ass [blanked] in her back How you luv that? Big dick down in the drawers is what I pack Gold Roleys full of gems Twenty inch rims Big screen TV showin porno films Rover, Jag, and a boat Dinosaur boots wit the motherfuckin matchin coat I'm dynamite like J.J. Me and Baby Damn, Damn, Damn is what the bitches say [Baby] I visit my mama grave 3 days a week I ride Jag drop tops so she can see me She shouts son be all that you can be Stay on ya feet and keep duckin these white sheets And play a different broad 7 days out the week And I'll be watchin when you be on your all-night creep Or rollin wit ya Rolex bezel on the city streets Or when ya clubbin and ya huntin for a new freak Ridin everyday on chrome and ya packin heat Mama, I know you lookin down on me But I'ma ball 'til I fall, fuck the industry And cash million dollar checks wit my real peeps And I'ma sag Uptown on this battlefield And aint gon' let no nigga take no food out my grill And we gon' ball 'til we fall as we keep it real Wit gold choppers, nigga you know the deal [Cadillac] Baby (ball like a dawg) Mannie (ball like a dawg) B-Geezy (ball like a dawg) Lil Weezy (ball like a dawg) Juvey (ball like a dawg) Turkey (ball like a dawg) Lil Chilly (ball like a dawg) Stanky (ball like a dawg) Joe Casey (ball like a dawg) The whole family (ball like a dawg) Ball like a dawg, ball like a dawg more free lyrics |
12. _ Tear It Up
[B.G.] Baby gangsta got an A.K. With 50 shots for that ass We play it raw on V.L. If you lame you can't last No hesitation in my ??? is to blast Any false move will leave a nigga on their back Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita You kill me it really don't matter to lil B.Geezy It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to Any other I put a slug above their shoulder It ain't no secret I represent uptown soldiers [Lil Wayne] Now I be gettin' down and dirty from the U.P.T. Nigga try to test bless his soul he rest in peace You mess with me and you will see how messy it be Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet I done went a lot of places The same nigga that be jumpin' out some cases Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm) You seen me earlier in the Lexus That's how we do it What, got something against me and my cash money brothers Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster I come to tear this mother...Don't say that I keep it real like a mamasita don't play that What's happenin' Shipa (???) Hot Boy gangsta rap writer I write your crew when you spit but my beats tighter My nigga Fresh come with tracks that'll move you He hit you with the *erre-check-erre-check* One-Two (Ha Ha) Now wait what where my guns at Where all my niggas who ready to bust back Now check this look: I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring 20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame This h-o-t-b-o-y-u-p-t be where I'm found *inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your neighborhood down Look here neggey you think you really ready? No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What [Mannie Fresh] Whoa Kemosabe, Big ballin is my hobby 2 bitches in the room 2 bitches in the lobby Baby what!? Tear this motherfucker up You don't want it in your mouth put it in your butt Breathe it up like town I represent down 7 ward nigga with a mean-mug frown Knock a bitch out, then wake a bitch up Then knock a bitch out again Y'all pick the bitch up I ask a bitch like Mia How the fuck you gonna see a Bad ass mad ass captain bitch beater (MMMM) What's the difference between me and your pipes Please, 20 G's you dick suckin' morphodites I got the brand new car the Downtown Superstar Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are Project pecker, scatter site wrecker Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second How the fuck you gonna kill this These bitches love the willist (realist) Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice) I ain't gonna lie, he the realist [Lil Wayne] Y'all niggas ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) Y'all niggas ain't ready for us Get your guns up We come and tear it up (what) These niggas ain't ready for us (huh) Y'all niggas ain't ready for us (what) These niggas ain't ready for us 6 figures hot boys cash money brothers (uh-uh) These niggas ain't ready for us (what) These niggas ain't ready for us We come to (what) Put your guns up We come to (what) Tear this mother up (huh) more free lyrics |
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