Hood Hop

"Morning Light"

[Intro]

Father, forgive me for I have sinned
You know, we all fall short in the glory of God ya know
But uh, true life is just so har you know
Espically when you tryin to find a way out
All I need is a sign
Lord just give me a sign
Can you just, just show me a sign

[Verse 1]

Dig it I dug it, some hate it some love it
Politic in the game, I'm just a puppet for the public
If I, spit it you can quote it
If you, read it then I wrote it
Knew it's dirty in this bitch yall let me in it so I sold it
Niggas pussy (why)
Cuz they givin they clothes up
Sayin that they pimpin'
But really givin they hoes up
(?)sake exactly from takin care of the family
Carry a scar on my nose, that came from my granny
A major player in this game
Knew it since day one
Lookin for shit to be the same
Nigga keep waitin
I done done, all I can do for the streets
Humble now I'm waitin to see what the streets do for me
Got a child, so I'm like payin support
Still a child, now who the hell paiyn support
I can slang and bang on St.Louis streets
Better yet keep it grimey till I'm 6 feet deep, come on

[Chorus]

We love gettin high to the morning light
We gettin high till the morning light
Gettin high till the morning light
We gettin high like da,da,da
Gettin high like da,da,da
Da,da,da,da,da,da
We gettin high till the morning light
We gettin high till the morning light
Till the mornig light
We gettin high like da,da,da
We gettin high like da,da,da
Da,da,da,da,da,da

[Bridge]

Forgive me father I have sinned on this one
Hail Mary 10 times but this aint the last one
[2x]

[Verse 2]

Feelin strange, cuz deaths upon me
Damn I should of knew man was not gone warn me
Still rappin, while watchin my papers stackin
Tryin to leave coke alone
But the streets callin me back in
And I ain't actin
Watchin homie subtracting
Check the murder rate
I ain't lyin thats a fact and
I'm from a city where they want they corners back
Body bags whole tag
If you don't know how to act
Picture that, niggas straight scrambling for crack
Baby mamas keep up drama
But I love where I'm at
If you ain't never been to the Lou
This here lyrical too
And if you thinkin bout comin then you best be good come on

[Chorus]

[Hook]

We nobody until somebody kills you
Gettin high till the morning light
(We gettin high till the morning light)
[2x]

[Bridge]

"IC IC"
(feat. St. Lunatics)

[Intro - Murphy Lee - talking]

I-I-I-I-I-I see some hoes..
In herrrre..

[J-Kwon - talking]

Ayo TrackBoyz..
Its cool if I bring my other cats
From St. Louis on this one?
Come on..

[Verse - Nelly]

Girl as you came through the door, you heard it before
Errbody in this bitch better hit the floor
Your man got some money, but I bet I got more
I heard he got a Bentley, but I bet it ain't a Zoure
She braggin' bout his Cadillac, bitch I got four
She keep runnin' his mouth I might go climb in four more

[Verse - J-Kwon]

I like 'em heavily beated, conceited, you can't beat it
Bust some pussy like a cookie wit no milk I can't-can't eat it
Okay you love me? no lie, but watch it my charm bright
That don't mean that you can kick it, from grippin' my arm tight
Plus you lookin good, that-that I can't perform right
In a U.S. club, down the lot p-p-pourin' right
Jamaica born, I don't mean to toot your horn right
But ya ass super fat, w-w-was you b-born right?
And right now, I'm just chillin' with MURPH DERT!
Your girl's in the club, but feelin' on MURPH DERT!
And half of these hoes be askin' for Nelly team
I don't know where Nelly team, but I know where my ding-a-ling
Kwon the new cat, who on the scene of things
And I'm pimpin' HOOES! you really ain't seen a thing
Maybe a moon ring or maybe some jelly beans
I mention the Four Seasons, I'm hittin' by any means
Cause..

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]

I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

[Verse - Murphy Lee]

Ayo I'm Murphy Lee +The Ladies' Man+, I'm Leon Phelps the go-getter
I've been pimpin' since pimpin', even was pimpin' my babysitter (You not no pimp!)
I beg yo pardon I've been pimpin' since Kindygarten
She had the nicest boobies and remind me of Dolly Parton (Tits)
My First grade teacher bought my first set of markers
My Second grade teacher, she kind of favor Ms. Parker
Third grade: I switched schools, then my teacher was a dude
He taught me how to pimp the teachers into breakin' the rules, shoo.
My Fourth grade teacher man she had a badunkadunk
If I would shot from a 'A', she would give me a couple points
Fifth grade: I exposed my first ass, Sixth grade: I skipped my first class
Seventh grade: is when I first smashed, Eight grade: I smoked my first grass
Uh, I'm not a bad dude been on more backs then tattoos
Girl's scarred to say "Hi" so they just blush and just ask you
To ask me, autograph, pictures and hugs
I see a whole lot of women on the parking lot but more in the club
What up..

[Hook - J-Kwon x2]

I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

[Verse - Ali]

Now in the V.I.P. I see so many hoes its hard for a playa to make a decision
One in therre with an ass so fat I seen it with my pimp view vision (OOH!)
You ain't got no panties on, my rep name: The Panic Zone
(Ali, is you a pimp?) Till I die, and I'm standin' on
It's nothin' to a boss, you'll fuck on what it costs
I'm the type to lose at dice and rob for what I lost
God Glory Hallelujahs, you miss a call I knew ya
And what's ya name? My name Ali, I wanna stick it to ya
Now as I sit therre and check ya, ya lookin' kind of tight but you act too fly to me.
Push this thing in ya mouth and right before I nut I pull it out and get ya E-Y-E.
Now you know I go hard on them know, got a pimp card that I show
And a bourgeois bitch, I dump cigars on that ho
Give a model something to swallow, send her back on the runway
Day off bitch? please we gon' double up on Sunday..

[Hook - J-Kwon]
[Repeat until fade out]

I.....I see some hoes in herrrrre
And I.......I see some hoes..
In herrrrrrrrrrre

Teen drinkning is very bad
yo i got a fake id though
yeeah, yeeah,yo, 2 step wit me, 2 step wit me

1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4
everybody drunk out on the dance floor
babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
like she a groupie and i aint even on tour
maybe cause she heard that i rhyme hard core
or maybe cause she heard that i buy out the stores
bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score
if i gotta move on to the next floor
here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1
somebody trippin he dont know i gotta gun
when it comes to pop man do this for fun
you ant got one nigga you betta run
now im in the back gettin head from a hun
while she goin down i breakin down what i done
she smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun
chick give it back now you aint gettin none

[chorus]
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy, everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy

2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
now im lookin at shorty right in the eye
couple seconds passed now im lookin at her thighs
while she tellin me how much she hated her guy
she said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
if you 21 girl thats all right
i wonder if a shake comin with them fries
if so baby can i get em super sized

here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2
she started feelin on my johnson right out the blue
girl you super thick so im thinkin that koo
bit instead of one lifestyle i need 2
her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels
expression on her face like she aint got a clue
and she told told me she dont run with a crew
you know how i do but i guess why i gotta do

[chorus]

3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6
self explanatory i aint gotta say im rich
this single man aint tryna get hitched
nigga waste it on me man son o f a bitch
brushed it all off now im back to gettin lit
grisa orange juice man this is some good ish
homebody trippin cause im starin at his chick
now he on the side line starin at my clique
here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3
hands in the air if you cats drunk as me
club on the set kwon cut out them trees
dude i dont care im a p.i.m.p

[chorus]

everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy
everybody in this bitch gettin tipsy

"My Enemies"
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Jermaine Dupri chorus]
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Dick ridin thinkin I don't know
They my enemies
Dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind door

[J.D Bridge]
I wake up, knowin' I'm bout to see em' all in my face
Like what up, these mutha fuckers all over the place
I'm fed up, Homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck, wit all that thinkin' you goin take my place

It's alot of niggas in this club popin' bub thats foney
Actin like they got nothing but love for the homie
Straight 2 faced like them niggas at Sony
(now ain't you the mayor)
I'm the one and only
For the longest me and my niggas
Been hittin this town like a storm
And now you gotta see me and Penny arm to arm
One day you'll get it
Keep tryin nigga
Yeah right you ballin, keep tryin nigga
I know alot of ballers
Half of em' hate me
Bankrupt, bitch you must ain't see my moms lately
Be damned if you like me
Give a fuck what you rate me
I only know 2 words
And nigga thats pay me
Now we finna stop talkin shit about J.D
Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me
Yall aint my friends nigga I ain't crazy

[J.D Chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

[J-kwon]
Now I'm what can chill
Till the moment I lose mine
And when I lose mines
Gun stores gone lose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep 8 on the waist line
I'm from the Lou
Kwon flip H to waist time
I spit it, for niggas who don't fee my shit
She a whore I don't like her
You can get on my bitch
She want a war, what for I'll peel this bitch
Body lifted gun wit it I don't need this shit
You my enemie
Dressed in my friends clothes
But when I shoot I do better
Than Shaq doin free throws
A bunch of niggas trippin
That got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas fealin like me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evil, why you think you goin take my spot
Waitin till my album drop quit thinkin you pop
And you rappin hard core
When oyu knowin you pop
And you sayin you a realla when you knowin you not

[J.D chorus]

[J.D Bridge]

"Parking Lot"

RRR, RRR, RRR, RRR

[J-Kwon]
Hey I can do it, too
RRR RRR RRR RRR

RRR RRR RRR RRR

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 1]

I can do it
RRR RRR RRR
Now everybody in this place is as high as me, so why the hell is you over there eyein' me?
Peace with me, I know you ain't tryin me, if you is I'll show you how loud I'll be. My bad, did
I pull your freight? Where my burn at, go hide, I see. Yeah I'm sign, don't get caught, if you
do watch how quick I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 2]

Seriously, we can be real with the flow. J-Kwon, deal with the flow. Kwon P, cuz I make money,
all cuz my wide face is shaped funny. Look ya'll, watch what you're saying, I put that on my
mama, and I'm not playin. Trip, get hit when the time right, it's a round trip clock, I don't
know if the time right. Yo, why your boy hoggin me, hell girls, quit buggin me, wouldn't of
been hollared if you weren't ugly, that douf get hit, niggas buggin me. Whoa, you niggas gettin
ugly!
Jigga wit me, and you in my spotlight, nah, I'll be like...

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
(Dirty)

[J-Kwon]
[Verse 3]

Now I don't like talkin alot, I got two words for you, parking lot. He mad, cuz the way we
renting the spot, Our sidekicks came out tending the spot. Open Hands, bringin the spot, that
make them wrong or right, right or wrong? You hatin cuz our haters ain't finished the song.
Motherfuckers, oh I supposed the heat gone? Baby we all know the album droppin, I'm for real
with the clips I got them on the poppin. You, I get your daughter to like me, just bought a gun
it's a new artist, like me. We gonna get you chucked cuz your step wrong. You wanna bang, we
don't even gotta fight. If we do..watch how quick it be like.....

[Chorus]
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
Lets get high in the parking lot
and go
put your hands in the parking lot
Mother fuck this,
Mother fuck that,
Fuck that bitch,
Fuck that cat,
(Dirty)
This is high in the parking lot
put your hands in the parking lot

"Underwear"

[Intro]

Ladies and Gentlemen
Oh,oh, we like

[Chorus]

Got pussy everywhere
Weed in the air
I'm in my underwear
My under the underwear
Liquor everywhere
Condoms over their
I'm in my underwear
My under the underwear

[Verse 1]

Come on ma, I'm ready to get naughty
Don't act like you ain't know this a house party
Gangsta boo, and I know you ain't try to harm me
But don't worry bout it cuz I got the condom on me
Live in effect, yeah affect and live
I like ya style, mama I'll just take it in stride
Look in my eyes
Do I look like the type of guy
That run up on you and tell you a damn lie
Ooh boo I'm tryin to get it
Now tell me is you wit it
And if it's simple as that
Then tell me can I hit it
I don't go it it
do you go it it
You don't go it it
Thenn act a bull wit it

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]

You 17, wit the ass of a women
I know you gettin Tipsy cuz the liquor keep on comin'
Lookin' right in ya tank tops and underwear
But ma I'm tryin to see whats under their
Oh, you like the crib
You diggin the gold shower
In the gold shower I'm handin out gold showers
Right now, I'm thinkin lets do this
17 dude, ready to ram I'm St.Louis
You wanna smoke a little
I always got a bag
But don't tell my mama cuz she always say I'm bad
Country wit my boxers and sneakers on
Right now my third leg need a sneaker on

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talkin over music]

Oh, now why is you
The only mutha fucker in here wit yo, pants on
Ain't no other ga' got they pants on ma
I'm sayin naw I mean I'm not tryin to offend you or nothing
I'm just sayin' I-I'm tryin' to amend you or somethin
Man quit playin and take ya clothes off NOW!!!!!

[Verse 3]

Girl quit playin the party almost over
Ain't nobody old enough to drink
But ain't nobody sober
Finna take my whities off
You wanna match this thug
We can on the floor, or the mattress rug
In the bed I don't play
In em' in trains
She said she wanted me to be gentle
Hand me this band-aid
Tried to give it to her rough
But she don't want it like this
But everytime I through a party
It just happen like this

[Chorus 2x]

[J-Kwon talking over music]
I mean this right here, this
This is true to life pimpin
You just can't put anybody in the lab and just tell em' to go and they just stary pimpin
See it ain't been no big pimpin
It has to be small pimpin first
And uh, girl you lookin good but
You tryin to hold ya little clothes on and have to get greezy wit ya for you to take em' off
You might as well take ya belt off cuz ya pants fallin down anyway
And when I say I'm wit the Trackboyz
And the Trackboyz don't step, they 2 step
And we don't short step we will step
And it's like that