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Young Jeezy | Way Too Gone | /y/young+jeezy/way+too+gone_20990967.html | What the fuck am I doing
Wake up in the morning who the fuck am I screwing
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
'Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright
I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
Look, yeah, I said g-g-go DJ
See you got the Jizzle on replay
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat
It's about the time everybody screams "Free Meech!"
Let's take your bitch ass back to o five,
Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights
Club vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch
Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house
Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks? It's time to ball
Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, makin' come alls
Posted up, all black in the back, a hundred deep
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, two-hundred seats
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos
I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle
Them other niggas fakin and flaugin'
Man them real niggas do real things, let's drink to that!
[Chorus]
I'm way too gone, what the fuck am I doing
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing
My partner on brown and you know I'm on white
You know its going down, I can do this all night
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters
Money over bitches two times for the fakers
'Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright
I'm way too gone, the best night of my life
I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone!
Way this night going, man I won't make it home
I'mma wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover
What I spent last night I could've bought a Range Rover
Got my Ray-bans on, yeah I see you haters
Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters
Say whats up to long stick, you can call it strong
If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long
Said I'm way too gone, I don't see nobody
I ain't even on the bill, I'm acting like it's my party
Smell like I'm on fire, oh I'm just that hot
If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another six
Yeah I know he just left, he gotta make another trip
So hot in here, feel like I'm gon' faint
Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gonna drink
[Chorus]
I woke up early this morning
With three white girls wanna keep bonin'
I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment
One time for the marks, two times for my homies
I'm a rock star every night, I'm a astronaut outta sight
Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice
Don't even know her name, just so caught in the hype
It's OK baby, 'cause I'm a millionaire for life
I got bitches on my payroll, they come like Vanna White
On my Ethopia, we in Vegas so icy
Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong it feels so right
On the first road, young i hope I roll on the second
We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | Welcome Back | /y/young+jeezy/welcome+back_20757374.html | Yeah I told you Niggas
Yeah Niggas
I told yalls I was coming back niggas
I want it down below homies
Lets go
[Chorus]
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes
Welcome back
Yea I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Yea I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money ill put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money ill put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back
Guess what
I don't give a fuck
None of these niggas real as me
I think I might line em up
Fuck you man he ain't shit
What you say
Suck a dick
Excuse me if I'm bein' rude
Let me check my attitude
Excuse me Mr. Attitude
Why you got an attitude
Can't stand the rapper niggers
Thinking that its trap a nigga
Where at they do to you
What's happening?
What up dude
I've been done
You too slow
I'm too fast
Movin' like slim fast
Keep my Ronald Williams cash
In a black Chevy bag
[Chorus]
So kind so kind
Thank you very much
What the fuck is goin' on
Actin' like I lost touch
I ain't never lost touch
Dam sure ain't lost much
Mater of fact I still got it
Yea you know I'm still ballin'
Catch me in my black T
But I'm a business man
Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan
Young what your dentist plan
None your fuckin' business man
Whats wrong with your pussy niggas
Needin' my opinions man
OK here we go again
Street status necessary
Start talking blow again
Got that bureau if the niggas sellin' blow again
Streets think its necessary that a nigga blow a man
[Chorus]
In my yayo in my kitchen
Sky storch every where
White fat black top
Kung Fu panda bear
Call me sense I got the taiquondo
My Angelina shit I want that Brad Pitt dough
I said so funny same time snow money
Ain't nothin' funny bitch
I'm on my money shit
A movie star bitch
We can make our own flick
I just came to beat it down
You play with your own shit
Yea OK I'm bout to wild out
Call it a v neck
Why
Took a nine out
750 luck
750 head
Bitch I don't even know what 750 is
[Chorus]
Yeah
We told you niggas right
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Young Jeezy | What They Want | /y/young+jeezy/what+they+want_20772331.html | Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin'
And if it ain't nothin'
Then its gotta be somethin'
And if it ain't somethin'
Then its gotta be nothin'
And if he ain't showed the cash
Then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up
He say he gotta lick
Gotta bad jump shot
So he might shoot a brick
Talkin' records on my line
That's a technical foul
Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout
I'm hangin' up right now
Nigga you ain't nick cannon
And this ain't wild and out
Playin my position
I ain't tryin' to foul out
Instant replay yeah
We bout to find out
Hey where the referee
I need to call the time out
[Chorus: x2]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin'
What you say nigga
I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
He say he just touched down
And he need a dutch downed
Second time he caught a date
Think he goin' out a way
Thirty six skyline
We goin' for the fresh down
Fresh planned defense
Every time he come around
We goin' to the super bowl
If I make this field goal
I understand you gotta beat
Let me turn this knee to three
He trippin' bout the extra point
Make sure you bring my extra cash
Next time I see your extra ass
Hold up call the play
Yeah I'm playin' quarterback
4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
I got short on my pay
That's a flag yell this way
[Chorus]
Ninth inning bases loaded
I'm going for the grand slam
Tax free tax free
Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam
Youngin' playin' softball
You playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin' softball
Same colors golf balls
Catch me in the outfield
That's a whole lot of grass
Tryin' to buy a franchise
That's a whole lot of cash
Yeah that's right I'm savin' up
Think I'm gonna buy the team
Watch me get my bounty on
Trying to get my money clean
Always quick watch the bitch
Cant afford another strike
If I make it through this shit
Then I can play another night
Money fight money fight
Gotta get my money right
But first I gotta kick these hoes
So make sure that you ridin' wit me
[Chorus]
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Young Jeezy | What You Talkin' Bout | /y/young+jeezy/what+you+talkin+bout_20385103.html | When I done it you know I did it to death (death)
So sit back and hold ya breath (just hold ya breath)
I don't know about them
I really ran these streets
So listen up as shit get deep (Let's Go!)
You know I'm smoking the best
I ain't got to brag
The young fly nigga with the Georgia swag
(Yeah!) The seat's suede
So is the ?
The clientele in Minnesota
And so it the Vikings (Damn!)
Inside so soft
I can't believe it's not butter
Snowman bitch
Did I st-st-stutter? (Ha-Ha!)
Came straight from the hood
Right to the big screen
The way the boy ball
You'll swear he had hoop dreams (Yeah!)
No grants, no scholarships (nah)
Had to make my own way
I still stack them chips (Hey!)
The homey from the block
Coming down with the knowledge (knowledge)
Straight to the pros
Yeah I soared past college (Yeah!)
What you talkin' bout?
Nigga my life (Hey!)
And I'ma get it all
No matter the price (Ha-Ha!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath,
And just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
What you talkin' bout?
Changing the game
And showing ya
Half these rappin' ass niggas is lames (Hey!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
I say the blacker the rims the sweeter the coupe (Whoo!)
That money goes out, that sack comes in
I can't even lie, I'd do it all again (Yeah!)
I flip the rap game
Just like the work (Hey!)
And it was snow white
Just like my shirt
Got in so much paper
Seen so many haters (nah)
Seen bricks stacked tall as skyscrapers (Damn!)
Got damn that's high (Yeah!)
Done everything I said
So I am that fly (That's Right!)
Everyone was the truth
Tell me who came realer (Huh?!)
The word on the street is that I'm still that nigga
What you talkin' bout?
Nigga my life (Hey!)
And I'ma get it all
No matter the price (Ha-Ha!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
What you talkin' bout?
Changing the game
And showing ya
Half these rappin' ass niggas is lames (Hey!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
Between love and hate
There's a thin ass line
I think we all can agree
Last summer was mine (Ha-Ha!)
And if you don't say my name
Then you wasting your time
And if I don't wear my watch
Then I'm wasting my shine (Yeah!)
Spend a hundred on it homey
Then set the time
A few mil before the deal
And I'm still on the grind
The critics criticize me
Cause a nigga talking yams
I ain't sugar coating shit
This is who I am (nah)
Nigga you been to the A
You seen me making it rain
Seen it wit ya own eyes
You know this shit ain't a game (Yeah!)
So you niggas listen closely
To what I'm saying (sayin')
If ya game ain't money
Then I ain't playin' (Let's Get It!)
What you talkin' bout?
Nigga my life (Hey!)
And I'ma get it all
No matter the price (Ha-Ha!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
What you talkin' bout?
Changing the game
And showing ya
Half these rappin' ass niggas is lames (Hey!)
When I did it
You know I done it the best
Sit back and just hold ya breath, and just hold ya breath (Yeah!)
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Young Jeezy | White Girl | /y/young+jeezy/white+girl_20601997.html | Yeah, ay yeah, boi, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah
Ay yeah, boi, ah yeah, ay yeah, boi
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Fresh white tee in my all-white Caddy
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little paranoid, you can call me crazy
Last time they came though they spent about a buck 80
About a buck 80? Yeah, 180 thousand
Matta fact, nigga I'm runnin' through the change right now
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up da fo's
You can tell by da gear dat da kid get doe
62's jumpin' we call 'em Airgoers
Got 'em goin' fo da 12, yea we got 'em fo da low
And give two cell phones, a Nextel Metro
Keep my spot bumpin', open like da the 24
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
be Ross Fien got his name from da raw
Not a stone in dis mafuckin' chain got a flaw
Man, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout dat white thing
My niggas in da projects, yeah, they on da same thing
My lil' Senorita, call her Spanish Fly
I know a couple zones so I holla at my guy
So whatcha know about dem white blocks?
Yeah, I'm talkin' white squares
Move 'em by da twos so they goin' by da pairs
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, baby girl, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
My jewelry too loud, home boy, I can't hear ya
I need about 50 of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl
You know we keep that white girl
You know we keep that white girl
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Young Jeezy | Word Play | /y/young+jeezy/word+play_20772330.html | [Chorus]
You niggas want word play
But I'm bout bird play
1st of them month, yea we call that bird day
Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2]
You niggas want word play
But I'm bout bird play
3rd of the month, yea we call that bird day
Just look at em' fly (hey) [Repeat: x2]
I'm way too intelligent
To play wit my intelligence
What you trying to say?
What I'm sayings not relevant?
I still represent
Cause I'm a representa
3 Benz and just for a 9 PC chicken dinner
Young boss right back like a rubber band
Bought a whip "look y'all, no hands"
"Stop this nonsense where's your roof?"
All dis nonsense, there's no use
Married to the game yea we just got eloped
Depending on the shipment we might need a boat
I'm talking big money anybody any on the case
Yea we switched up the status now we on to the states
[Chorus]
It just a waste wit all hip hop
Young killed hip hop?
"don't you know this dumb nigga still talkin' crack rocks"
Got everybody followin' that makes him a leader
And he got to get indicted just to make u a believer
If that's that case then I really do apologize
That I memorize
And I fantasize
Then I visualize
And I strategize
One false move will get your ass penalized
Nigga you can't be serious
What if Pac was hearing this
"You bullshitting me?"
I'm sure biggie would agree
If he had to pass the torch, then that bitch'll go to me
Now wouldn't you agree? does it matter? I accept
[Chorus]
Have you ever see a blue rolls go on the black grass?
Nigga go broke in investing a black mask
Entrepreneur he found him a new crack
A round of applause congratulate that nigga
Cause when he get rich they goin' hate that nigga
They goin' try they best to try n break that nigga
[Chorus]
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Youngbloodz | 6 To 14 In 12 | /y/youngbloodz/6+to+14+in+12_20148843.html | hook
6 to 14 in 12, y'all motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain't no mo' going to jail
'cause' my folk ain't got no mo' bail
'cause' first it's me, and then it's you
I say first it's me, and then it's you
(J-Bo)
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There's a cost to being brought up, and still I ain't gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don't matter how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin' you for granted, so nigga you'd besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, don't panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left
hook
(Sean Paul)
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feelin' good never bad, on the way to see flat'
Tryin' to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I'm in the Lac' so I ain't drivin' too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin' up this road block
Found out the hard way it's only 10 o'clock
And ain't no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave em' all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I'm all fucked up"
Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
I ain't did a damn thang, but I'm back in this wagon
Handcuffin' this clown ass nigga still braggin'
Ain't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout'
Tell me where the fuck I'm going, how the hell I get out
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil' bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I'm out this bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, your too slow
Hey what's up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout' some motherfuckin' driver's license man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That's on the blow
Man these niggas ain't at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck this
Bologna slab was thick, ain't no grits in my bowl
Tryin' to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain't got the funds to get the right
Police be takin' out your ass, cash low
Ain't got no place to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da' grind
Servin' niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find
It's 6 to 14 and I ain't fuckin' around
(J-Bo)
I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't fuck wit'
Now what the hell, just done happened, as I'm lost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat' is your last remark
So don't you start comin' around up here up after dark
Thinkin' you hard, with no regard, cause see I'm a' hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin' shit just as you rottin'
Nigga
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Youngbloodz | Booty Club Playa | /y/youngbloodz/booty+club+playa_20148846.html | hook
You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka-ass self) (x4)
(Sean Paul)
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin' they ass, but they ain't shakin' it for free
Lookin' dead at me, finna' get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I'm almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin' good, lil' shawty ?
"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little 'cause?"
And he did, so it's on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em' off, she shook em' off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin' at me like I'm wrong
Don't where your playa' partner, do dis' thang til' the money gone
hook
(J-Bo)
It's Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I'll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It's that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin' his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemen's
And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see a lot mo' titties
And bitties actin' shitty for somethin' they ain't got
So look here shawty, it ain't no need you gettin' hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat' thang, as I proceed to blow the spot
hook
(Sean Paul)
My fare lookin' shawt, done spent all my change
Ain't even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I'm big pistol, drank another drank of win'
On the dance wit' cha'
Shawty really, want me to come home wit' her
Chargin' five hundred, but I ain't got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I'm that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin' bills to your sister
(J-Bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit' my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac'
And now it's on the crack, and we actin', and cuttin' the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain't nothin' cool
So I'm a' let you know, just in case you didn't know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin' in just for the low
And if you ain't wit' it, then deal wit' it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain't bout' no games, and you can take that to the store
hook
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Youngbloodz | Chop Chop | /y/youngbloodz/chop+chop_20711527.html | Chop chop (chop chop)
Yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
Chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im fit to just drop (just drop)
Had to have it went and got it off the lot (of the lot)
Its essential presidential like my green (like my green)
Premit the scene and cold dean naw lean (naw lean)
Stay clean mug alwayz mean (mug mean)
Still ride with the red bean team (bean team)
Still post it up still same spot (same spot)
Shit workin out the block five hot (five hot)
Money get maid nigga's gettin paid (get paid)
Nigga's keep em workin chevy's gettin sprayed
[Chorus: x2]
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
We got it ready for you staight out the pot
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
Eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
Now inspite of what ya heard im the god damn truth
Ima down south head busta monsta in this crew
Ima hard core bad ass
A soldier from the backstreet
And tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me
Some call me J-bone, some call me Har???-bone
And yes see ima youngblood
And dese bitches they wont leave me lone
Right or wrong
You should know the difference not to never speak
Run and tell yo mama and yo daddy how your shit is weak
50 deap
Yeah nigga
This aint what you want in life
Or what you need
Cuz see our pressure will bust a pipe
Cuz like tonight
Aint no dought we blowin on that thing
That purple cush
That presidential shit is what I mean
[Chorus: x2]
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
We got it ready for you staight out the pot
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
Eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
Lets get to it (lets get to it)
Gatta get dis money man (get dis money man)
No one stop us countin hundreds man (countin hundreds man)
Game was gravy shorty I can count a hundred thangs
Snatchin engines every week and got me ridin lovely man (ridin lovely man)
24's, engine from another frame (notha frame)
26, but shawty knee deep in the game (in the game)
Get me 26, I snatch a nigga chain
26 years of pain, you'll do the same thing (same thing)
But I'm gettin older me and god ain't got closer
Still keep a toaster
Fuck around and I'll roast ya
Talk big shit, nigga swang big thangs (big thangs)
When that trunk pop that thang go chop man
[Chorus: x2]
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
We got it ready for you straight out the pot
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
Eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
See what done happened it we back up on your block again
Dem damn fools out da attick stackin dividens
Atlanta Georgia out to get ya so dont be afraid
Just be aware and watch yo ass when you from the play (?)
Maniacs off the wall
Real nigga's never fall
Pimpin by the day and through the week I'm gone keep it raw
I put it down
Let em know there's plenty wayz of makin dough
'Cause all I buy I smoke and I got plenty more
Through the door
Stanpeden like a pack of hungry wolves
And still keep it poppin, hopein, wishin, notha nigga would
Back woods
Dirty south, dont make me bust you in the mouth
Dont make me act a fool
And clear this whole damn place out
[Chorus: x4
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block
We got it ready for you straight out the pot
Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the bock
Eh we got it ready, yeah we got it ready
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Youngbloodz | Damn! | /y/youngbloodz/damn_10196183.html | OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy
[Sean Paul]
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-see
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
[J-Bo]
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
'cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick
[J-Bo]
'cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look up now oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
[Chorus]
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Youngbloodz | Ev'rybody Know Me | /y/youngbloodz/evrybody+know+me_20711578.html | (I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause I'mma superstar)
I slide everyday bitch im just waiting on my drop top
Purchased it wit cash money straight up off tha lot doc
This aint from no chop shop,damn near spent my whole wat
Call me for murda cause im fixin to make they heart stop
Nigga ima playa get a wit 'em at tha next bloack
Keep on working nigga keep on punchin in these clocks
Keep on steppin clost to me I swear you might get shot dawg
Its Sean Paul remember Shake Em Off
Was only 17 when they first broke me off
And eva since den ive been working stackin bread
Buyin diamonds shiny buyin cars and getting head nigga
(I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause I'mma superstar)
See ima give it to you straight nuthin but tha real
Im major in this game wating on my next deal
Got a house wit no kids wit a pool in tha back
Wit money on my mind so u know I keep them stack
And if know me goan holla at a playa
I make big moves so I'll tell ya bout it lata
Ima certifiedpimp doin whut I love most
Like fuckin fly hoes smokin weed coast to coast
Wit some playa ass patnas wit some playa ass ways
We will take ya down if its time upta play
And everybody knows you can see it how we ride
Sittin high on them thangz middle finger to tha sky
(I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause I'mma superstar)
Now you can catch me in tha bar takin shots by tha rounds
Up in V.I.P. bitch u know its goin down
Got a stack of this sticky aint lookin fo no problems
But I got a lil sumthin just in case we got to solve it
Bitch im from tha A yea tha mayor of tha south
Fixin to do it big yea you know whut we about
Yea always stayin sharp come straight out tha cleaners
Smoke 2 blunts up out my own dont make it a mistermeaner
A benz or a beamer,like new church drive
I'll tell ya hold tha meaner when I pull up in my ride
Call me trick daddy I slide but I dont slip
And do a damn foo thinkin it aint on my hip bitch
(I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause I'mma superstar)
(I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know m
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me
I make big money I drive big cars everybody know me cause I'mma superstar)
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Youngbloodz | Hustle | /y/youngbloodz/hustle_20802440.html | Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys
Why'all ain't ready for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
OK we back and bumping, youngbloodz that's us for sure
From left to right we rocking and kicking down every door
Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out making noise
Big pistol that's my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the curb
So bring your A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got that shit that will
I'm from Atlanta steady bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we going all night long
So grab a cup 'cause ain't no way in hell you goin home
[Chorus]
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap fo sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I won't get my crime around
I hustle baby
I stay down every time no day
I hustle baby
From the track or the trap for sand
I hustle baby
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to tell 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, convicted fellon
Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
Of better rounds of scopping he said lue a-town to Oakland
Niggas praying and hoping, they don't get caught with dope and
Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago they folking
Down south we got 36 oles traping and focus
This is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus
Players vibe up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses
[Chorus]
My pimping is old school, and they Chevy with bleak shoes
Tip tops and flip flops, Adidas and suede pumas
Who nigga fo like why'all they never going change that
They slang goin where I hang and my bitches they who'd-a-rest
And we all drink do-duces of dat go for 5
We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweating me
Coming down your street with beat sitting on some chesly feet
Outta town in that's gold rims, for shawty be serving them
Everytime my Chevy stop my rims they still spin
A-town for life why'all we never going change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at
[Chorus: Repeats]
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Youngbloodz | Imma Shine | /y/youngbloodz/imma+shine_20539435.html | I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
[Chorus :]
I'mma shine, I'm gonna make it
Ain't nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
I'mma climb
I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin for chasin' we get it in
The crunk hatin'
If ya don't believe you don't succeed
And if ya don't apply you won't achieve
Keep ya head up high
Feet down low and follow your heart
To get to the door
If there is a will then here's a way (not bells and wheels and wheels away)
Never trust a soul I'm here to say
Stop dependin' and be yourself
And grab a hold and don't look left
So take a swing now here's your chance
You got nothing to lose so make a stance
See the clock is tickin' and time ain't waitin' when ya
All alone see that's what your facin'
[Chorus:]
Ya I know I'mma make it I was meant for this
I'mma with ya in the eye lookin' for the ten for this
And I don't steal for this I pimp for this
Ride round with a hundred round clip for this
What happen to the struggle its called
And eviction notice
Now people strong self eviction notice
Prescription cops serve keep it real
That fine but if I get wit it I'mma face some time
And its hard being young and rich
Trying to survive
Trying to keep a shot to shine
On the poor headed ties
Couple mill
And I buy new whip for the wife
Talk that shit but this is my life
[Chorus:]
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel
it
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Youngbloodz | Just A Dream | /y/youngbloodz/just+a+dream_20148851.html | It ain't a thang in this world that's gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering' through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we won't never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it
Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
Now who the fuck, just al nut, it's a must for you to get crushed
So don't rush to get dat' change
You'd besta wake on up and take a look inside this frame
For everything ain't everything when times are gettin' rough
To pressure is your conscience in this game you callin' bluff
Now nigga what, yeah
Oh, a lot of hatin' went on doing this thang here
Folks just swore we wasn't finna' put it down for the A-town
You know what I'm saying? I ain't gotta call no names
Cause you know who you are
You know what I'm sayin'
All I got to say to all of y'all is...
You can't keep nobody from the Attic down
Know what I'm sayin', and that's on the floor
Yea, it's me, remember me from back in the day
The same ol' nigga you thought wouldn't get paid
Look at me now nigga, shit done changed
Ain't no mo' gettin' wet in the rain
Hennessey and dank to kill all my pain
Sho' nuff' you can hear, but you can't feel me man
And it's a damn shame, we go through what we do
Playa hatin' while I'm chillin' on the avenue
Can't hold no nigga down from the Attic Crew
that's for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause ain't no tellin' what's next
The dem' between real and the ones that flex
All in your face grinnin' when you cash that check
But when they get down and dirty it's like "fuck dat' bitch"
Ass nigga, so how you figga' I was wrong
Got a baby, and a crib to keep clothes on
Long time ago, way before the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let Sean Paul shine
Like dem' folks open face off in yo' grill
I ain't tryin' to be greedy, I'm just tryin' to live
Now that the picture clear, and you know what I mean
Being broke all again slick it's just a dream
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Youngbloodz | Lean Low | /y/youngbloodz/lean+low_20241406.html | Youngbloodz, streetboy
Now everybody pull ya' whips out, get 'em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya' boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya' team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin' up in the V.I.P., I.M.P. when I walked by
Man, I, don't holla at no lame ho's
I go to the bar, get somethin' to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I'ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while ya' car bein' stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya' Escalade, man, it's sittin' on bricks now
Lean low, bitch, to the flo' bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
But can ya' lean low, bitch to the flo'? Bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
I pull up bumpin' attic, choppin, whippin' the wheel
Straight fresh off that drizzle boy you know who it is
It's them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin' like I'm feelin', let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
Shawty choosin' wit' a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can't no mo'
We in the mix, backfacin' 'cause that's just how it go
At the bar, we trippin', throwin' it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin' it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
'cause we the same old fools slidin' through yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this whole new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better
Lean low, bitch, to the flo' bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
But can ya' lean low, bitch to the flo'? Bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
I'ma hit you in the back wit' hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buyin' bottles of Moe
We swervin' Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya' ho
'cause aww shit, lil' buddy fire the dro'
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
I'm puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
I'm tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo'
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin'? This shit is fa sho'
Tell Sean to keep 'em comin', gon' and order one mo'
Lil' Girl, work it out on the flo'
Post up young G, get drunk some mo'
Lean low, bitch, to the flo' bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
But can ya' lean low, bitch to the flo'? Bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
Lean low, bitch, to the flo' bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
But can ya' lean low, bitch to the flo'? Bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
Lean low, bitch, to the flo' bitch
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know?
Yeah, I'ma lean low nigga, to the flo' nigga
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo'?
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Youngbloodz | Presidential | /y/youngbloodz/presidential_20405273.html | Ya, yeah (YEAH!)A-town is on again A-town, A-town(YEAH!) A-town, yeah
y'all kno how we do round this town (WHAT?!)
youngbloodz lil jon (OKAAAAY!)
choke dat fiend[dat fiend] nawha mean[nawha mean]
hat lean clothes smell like green[like green]
and some white tees[white tees], and white briefs[white briefs]
i buy bread, real G's get cheese[get cheese]
back to the streets(WHAT?!)
back wit lil jon(WHAT?!)
back for the A-town(YEAH!)
reppin for the slums(YEAH!)
put yo hood up, show a nigga where ya from
and if they hate that, then get da job done
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
what we ridin?[what we ridin?]
big wheels(BIG WHEELS!)
choppin hard[choppin hard]
like Bill!(LIKE BILL!)
what we drankin?[what we drankin?]
dat patron[dat patron]
keep the bottle poppin all night long[night long]
(YEAH!)
what we smokin?[what we smokin?]
dat kush(DAT KUSH!)
presidential shit....george bush..(GEORGE BUSH!)
how we do it?[how we do it?]
like dis(LIKE DIS!)
get crunk big big big big big
[J-bo]
16, imma give it ta ya raw
take it to ya ass, slap ya clean cross the jaw
now where dey at? you want some?
see, i don't think y'all really want none
see, I'm back wit a whole new clip
wit a badass chick, on some brandnew shit
now put em up[put em up] to the sky[to the sky] ya get fucked, get drunk, get
high
shake em off, ya know what to do
take it to the flo, call out ya whole crew
like what? knuck if you buck
see we still don't give a damn
and i never gave a fuck
see I'm, big timin
wrists stay blindin
wit 4 or 5 freaks, and my pinky ring shinin
i stay grindin, and true to the streets
if you ever need to find me...then you know where we can meet....
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
what we ridin?[what we ridin?]
big wheels(BIG WHEELS!)
choppin hard[choppin hard]
like Bill!(LIKE BILL!)
what we drankin?[what we drankin?]
dat patron[dat patron]
keep the bottle poppin all night long[night long]
(YEAH!)
what we smokin?[what we smokin?]
dat kush(DAT KUSH!)
presidential shit george bush(GEORGE BUSH!)
how we do it?[how we do it?]
like dis(LIKE DIS!)
get crunk big big big big big
[Sean paul]
i fill a big bank, and drank drank
that's why i got a purpe sprite, and y'all ain't
i ride big rims, seein me is tallest
so when ya step down, baby gurl don't fall
y'all niggas know the name, they call me Sean paul
and i ain't got no flowers to sell, breakin the law
niggas call me dope, 'cause I'm hard and I'm raw
can't call me dat fiend wasn't here to make ya coffin
its always beside me, watch got diamonds
i ain't part timin, I'm full time grindin
the nigga wasn't shinin, live nigga blindin
niggas wit da dimes in da whips that i be ridin
and i don't pull em out, until the trunk beat
and ya can see ya movie sittin in the back seat
they wild on the east, they live in these streets
so imma keep my piece sittin on the front seat
what we ridin?[what we ridin?]
big wheels(BIG WHEELS!)
choppin hard[choppin hard]
like Bill!(LIKE BILL!)
what we drankin?[what we drankin?]
dat patron[dat patron]
keep the bottle poppin all night long[night long]
(YEAH!)
what we smokin?[what we smokin?]
dat kush(DAT KUSH!)
presidential shit george bush(GEORGE BUSH!)
how we do it?[how we do it?]
like dis(LIKE DIS!)
get crunk big big big big big
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Youth Of Today | A Time We'll Remember | /y/youth+of+today/a+time+well+remember_20321802.html | This is a time that we can live our dreams
And a time so pure, at least it seems
A simple life, a modest one
Where money plays a minor role
And I pray and I'll try to keep this spirit inside me
As I start to grow old
This is an era of creativity
Good music and good friends
And the dreams that we reach for
Seem to be at the tips of our hands
And it's getting too late to appreciate
And it soon will be the past
But I'll still have these memories
But why can't they fucking last
Maybe they can
This is a time, this is a time we'll remember
This is a time with lots of hope
And very little fear
And a time where every move we make seems so sincere
But when the song is sung and the moment's gone
Only you'll know all we've shared
And I hope that you can rekindle too
This same feeling in the air
This is a time we can remember
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Youth Of Today | I Have Faith | /y/youth+of+today/i+have+faith_20221525.html | Can't get down I've seen the light
I made the choice and chose the right
I'll put in trust take out the hate
Don't tell me I can't cause I have faith
I have faith in people they have faith in me
I have faith in my society
If you've got a problem put your trust in me
I'll never pretend that I can't see
I have faith in the human race
The world's got problems
The world's got fears
But my trust in people
Makes me not scared
The world's got riots
The world's got fights
But I trust people will see the light
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Youth Of Today | Live Free | /y/youth+of+today/live+free_20247954.html | Waving your flag a blind patriot
Can no longer see cause your eyes are shut
Love it or leave it is your sentiment
Instead of working for improvement
But I want to live free
And won't settle for this mediocrity
Waving your flag, we're number one
Society's got you under their thumb
Too ignorant too see through their subtle attack
To make us content but we must fight back
You don't love your country
You just love yourself
Because you sit complacent
Like everyone else
If your fights for freedom
Then do what's right
Put down that flag, protest and come join the fight
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Youth Of Today | Take A Stand | /y/youth+of+today/take+a+stand_20318206.html | I see you hide
Do you have pride
Afraid to share what's inside
You've been walked right by
A real nice guy
Overlooked and shoved aside
Can't hear your voice back in the crowd
Move up fornt and shout out loud !
Take a stand !
Take a stand, say what you feel
Be who you want, but be for real!
Voice your opinion,
Don't just sit still
Speak your mind at your free will
Take a stand !
Stand your ground
Don't let the world push you around
Take a stand !
Stand your ground
Don't let the world push you around !
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Youth Of Today | Thinking Straight | /y/youth+of+today/thinking+straight_20315441.html | Life's filled with many paths
Which one should I take ?
When the choice comes, I won't run
I'll be thinking straight !
Life's filled with conflicts... we'll face
We'll overcom them... thinking straight !
Experiment with your mind
You see things I can't see
Well no thanks, friend
Because now it ends when you push that shit on me!
My mind is free to think and see.
Strong enough to resist temptation
We've been strong for all these years
Yes, life gets rough, so we'll stand tough and confront
All our fears!
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Youth Of Today | Together | /y/youth+of+today/together_20531533.html | Growing up with kids
I can truly call my friends
There from the beginning
And they'll be there until the end
Together we've built this
And all done our part
Together we've stood here
Right from the start
With all these great experiences
I know I won't forget
All the places that we've traveled
And the people we've fucking met
Together we've built this
And all done our part
Together we've stood here
Right from the start
I will never forget
All that we've done
All that it's meant
There's a youth culture rising
In front of your eyes
Take pieces of you in my memory
Until the day I die
Together we've built this
And all done our part
Together we've stood here
Right from the start
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Youth Of Today | Wake Up And Live | /y/youth+of+today/wake+up+and+live_20342601.html | Wake up and live
Wake up and live your life see what there is to see
I won't sit around all day cause life means more to me
Wake up and live
So many kids content to sleep their lives away
But I'm gona try to make the most out of this day
Wake up and live
It takes some motivation It takes some love for life
Why just sit complacent and let life pass you by
Boredom is a choice I choose not to make
Unlock that door, strive for more
There's a better path to take
WAKE UP AND LIVE breath every breath
WAKE UP AND LIVE until my death
WAKE UP AND LIVE so much to do
WAKE UP AND LIVE all of you
C'mon, open your eyes
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Youth Of Today | What Goes Around | /y/youth+of+today/what+goes+around_20340796.html | A half-ass commitment, a casual act
Shows me the decency that you lack
You're fucking with feelings and fucking with heads
And live for the moment is all that you've said
What goes around comes around
So watch yourself cause you're falling down
Abusing, misusing you're out of control
Your mind, spirit and body will take their toll
A slave to your senses, I see nothing more
Cause temporary pleasure is what you strive for
Taken what you've wanted, stepped on what's in your way
But there will be a price that you'll have to pay
Easy acquaintances, broken friends
Happy now but the loser in the end
Broken promises, broken hearts
Walk away when the pain starts
You take what's yours you still want more
If you only knew what's in store
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Yukmouth | La Costra Nostra | /y/yukmouth/la+costra+nostra+feat+daisey_20232704.html | Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young nigga ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw
And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke, my whole family slang dope
And my big sister was a little richer 'cause she always fucked
Around with the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes
I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do
I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around 'cause I end up getting shot nigga
But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla
That's why I say it's in my blood 'cause my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra nigga
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Yukmouth | My Buddy | /y/yukmouth/my+buddy_20148897.html | Me and You
[Daz] And you know that
Me and You
[Daz]
Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions, when they catch you in a gunfight
Kaboom! We still mash as a team
As we mash for our dreams, (?) hood niggaz for green
It's Dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low outta killin
Pullin' scandalous (?) fulfillin fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Costa Rica, with an island full of weed
Money and bitches, on a boat for Sweden
[Numskull]
See when I'm yellin'
International help me
No colorlines on my
Ugly and fine
You can sell me
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou
Would you make way for two mo'
Fo' blows, like you have hoes
Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto
Fore youngsters, Hennesy sponsors
With fore youngsters on a
Quarter of the map now I do
[Daz]
I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
Nike's and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and leather boots
I block niggaz twice with thighs
Buck with a .45
Make you open while you blast at the parking lot
[Numskull]
What you speakin' on
Want to go through it
Drink a lot, made from fluid
Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music
My buddy, Daz Dilly and Numskull
You will be thanked
With you're petty pang petty
[Chorus x 2]
To all my niggaz.. and all my bitches
Throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a fuck
Like we don't give a fuck then
Throw your motherfuckin hood up in the air
[Kurupt]
Check it out
No bitch ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes
Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You ain't all about th
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Yukmouth | Oh Boy! | /y/yukmouth/oh+boy_20211339.html | [Verse 1]
Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler
Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller
Sip 'pagne in the drop troller
Give game to shot callers
Who bring the spot prouder
Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)
Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out
Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out
Lavish out (Oooh!) tycoon, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)
Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)
If you ain't got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's don't even ride your shit
If you ain't sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)
When your under arrest cause ??? all over her breasts
And under her dress, she run to her ex
Puttin hickeys all on her neck
She bought me a Lex
Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)
[Chorus]
When you see me and my niggas come boy
Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!)
I just flipped the new big body toy
Got these playa hatas annoyed (Oh boy!)
So much money and iced up in this gator boy
Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!)
Pop your collar like a real playboy
Got these playa hatas annoyed (Oh boy!)
[Verse 2]
Ballers check your credentials
You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our
Pockets not a presedential
Fuck a rental, fuck a limo
Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies
Playin in my window (Oh boy!)
Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo
Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo
Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods
In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)
Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep
Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli
Niggas smell me, so while you twerkin
Surfin on the block hurtin
I went huntin',workin excursions (Oh boy!)
Iced up, like what
Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk
Always ridin on my nuts cause I'm the hardest nigga to spit out the West
Mouth full of diamonds, I'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill
If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel
Just because I got a deal, that doesn't mean I'm not for real
Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)
I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty
I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's
I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges
To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)
Now we have the ass for cash
PlayStation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag
Navigation in the dash, situation on fast
Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)
I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold
I'm iced out finger fuckin ya hoe
Gettin sucked in the 'Rove
Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy
Broken heavily smokin
Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)
[Chorus] X2
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Yukmouth | Puffin Lah | /y/yukmouth/puffin+lah_20290626.html | Yes
You know I had to make a weed song for the album, bitch
This Smoke-A-Lot on mine, ya dig
I stay puffin lah, ya dig
What
What what
[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
When I wake up in the morning I'm always puffin, my friend
Before a nigga finished ???? I'm rollin up one again
Stuff ???? again cause I love puffin, my friend
I check the map cause I keep smokin and won't fuck again
So now I hop in the big body Benz, my friend
Bend a corner to the weed spot with ends to spend
Park the Benz, jump out like 'what's up, my friend?'
He plugged me with the chronic buds that make mi platinum teeth grin
Let us begin: why, what, when or where and when
A nigga spend so much cheese on this weed, my friend
Cause I'm a fiend, my friend, a dopefiend, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
From Italy to Japan smokin weed make friends
They don't know my language but understand my weed, my friend
From here to Amsterdam smokin weed make friends
Smoke Afghanistan hashis overseas, my friend
Come again
[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]
Lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah
Always seen me smokin lah lah
I'm always puffin on lah lah
[ VERSE 2: Yukmouth ]
Everywhere a nigga go I'm smokin 'dro, my friend
Mi like to blow and then mi blow until mi need mo' again
And so I go again, go and get the endo, my friend
Hit the liquor store and get the optimols, my friend
Come again, I take a piss test on parole, my friend
That's why mi keep ???? golden seals and blunts pre-rolled, my friend
Cause I can't let the p.o. kknow that I ???? smoke it again
Mi on mi third strike and mi no want to go to the pen
I tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Ecstacy, mi even roll up shrooms with weed, my friend
Mi tell em mi don't like the drugs, they like me, my friend
Plus all around the world smokin weed make friends
The bodega man he love me cause I spend, spend, spend
I buy QP's ???? purchase and a twenty-twen-twen
I say the weed man he love me cause I spend big ends
He plugged me up with somethin lovely, made mi platinum teeth grin
Come again
[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]
[ VERSE 3: Yukmouth ]
When mi travel out of town I be on missions, my friend
I don't discriminate on bammer, let me hit it again
Then mi go ask him where he get it and cop my own, my friend
Cause I'm a nigga that smoke zones to the dome, my friend
Come again, let's take it back when I was young, my friends
I used to tell em not to smoke, it make you dumb, my friend
You're gonna flunk ???? smokin blunts, my friend
Now I'm that nigga rollin dutch after dutch, my friend
Check it out, that's how it began, on the bench, my friend
He told me you can hit this, my man, if you just pitch in that 10
And they some fiends, some dopefiends, my friend
They do everything from fry to codeines, my friend
So I'm like, "Whoa, just let me buy some trees, my friend
So I can be about my business and let you be, my friend"
The principle caught me chokin smokin trees, my friend
He told me: "Let me hit that, boy" - smokin weed make friends
Come again
[ CHORUS: Benzalino ]
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Yukmouth | Thug Lordz | /y/yukmouth/thug+lordz+feat+the+thug+lordz_20314666.html | [C-Bo]
C'mon niggaz
Yeah
The Thug Lordz in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this bitch
Regime niggaz
West Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, c'mon niggaz. Ha.
[Verse 1: see-Bo]
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just crap in they drawers
Yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon
[Chorus: see-Bo]
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
Hit when we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
Hit when we dip they holla..
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds
To award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz feel this
Make the sargent want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The T-H-you-G-L-O-are-D'z holla..
[Chorus]
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
Hit when we dip they holla..
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
We'll never snitch
Never flip
Never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
Hit when we dip they holla (they holla)
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Yukmouth | Ya Boy | /y/yukmouth/ya+boy+feat+devin+ampichino_20351422.html | [Yukmouth]
A motherfuckin (deezless)Production ya dig?, they love ya boy
Yukmouth, Devin, Ampichino, what?
They love ya boy
Yeah, Rap-a-Lot mafia, nigga
Oakland to Akron to the motherfuckin PA
They love us boy, feel me?
And free Pimp see, nigga
[Ampichino]
Ampichino ('cause we love ya boy)
They love ya boy 'cause I blow big dro
In Acapulco or Cancun wit six hoes
In a Pocanos blowin dro smoke through my nose
Cockin' a fo' fo', my eyes half closed
I'm duckin these tramp hoes
In KC gettin' bigga figgas like JT
In a Mercedes, in Houston, compin' some lady
In a H2 sippin' on Grey Goose and grapefruit
Smoken on catpiss ready for war like Beirut
Ampichino still be duckin the law
We got big blocks of raw
Ya'll got little rocks like Arkansas
Akron, Cleveland, Cincinnati
Brooklyn, the Bronx, New York, out to Cali
Oakland, Compton, my niggaz in Frisco
Vallejo, Sacramento, Fresno to Fillmore
Futuristic like Elroy, watchin' these decoys
I know deep boys, got street lords in Detroit
[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to (?) (they love ya boy)
'cause everycity that I go I be thuggin boy
[Yukmouth]
Yeah, Yuk a international star, what I pass fo'
Just like Atlanta, bitch, get ya anything ya ask fo'
Jags off the flo'
Navigation in the dash bo'
Spreewheels keep spinnin' like a cassette when it fast fo'
Nigga back and forth like Aaliyah
Call me the overseer
One night in Australia, 2 pounds of reefer
I tote around the heata, the fo' feva
Shows in Costa Rica, I blow speakas
Stuntastic ?
You not a crook I rock jewels to make ya woman look
In Amsterdam smoken purple cush and ?
In Switzerland they call me swisher man
I twist a swisher quicker then the flick of a nigga hand
Get the picture man?
Yukmouth I bring that bay thing back
I got fans from Russia to London wit regime tats
Vice lords and disciples, they love ya boy
And gang bangers never ever blame 'cause ya boy
[Chorus]
From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
[Devin]
I just left Kentucky where they love me up in Louisville
They know I'ma come back here 'cause they know the dude be real
Of course DC knows the deal
I like to go go to the ? and chill
Niggaz from everywhere tryin to do what I did
Runnin' up askin "yo, yo who is that kid?"
See me up in Denver, the Colorado Springs
Where the air is fresh and it helps me when I sing
Yo...Da...Lay... Eeh...Whoo
Got a pussy and a titty or two?
For ya boy, yep yep the travelin' man
No pressure on you thug
See I'll a snap if I can
And off to another state
Hurry up and clean my nuts bitch, a brotha late
Call up my niggaz and tell 'em I made it safe up over herre
Nigga, you in Dallas?
Nah I'm in Missouri
Oh, over therre...
[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to ? (they love ya boy)
'cause everycity that I go I be thuggin boy
From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be (thuggin boy)
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
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Yung Joc | Hear Me Coming | /y/yung+joc/hear+me+coming_20405383.html | [Chorus x2]
All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting
Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp,
blllluup bumping
[Yung Joc]
Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"
I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk
Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty
Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji
If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
I beat the block up
You can hear me when I'm coming
If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming
[Chorus x2]
My niggas flip birds
Your niggas flip burgers
My niggas got work
Your niggas just workers
My niggas, we get heard
Your niggas is unheard of
My niggas murder
Your niggas get murdered
My niggas win niggas
Your niggas get drenched
My niggas play the field
Your niggas ride bench
My niggas is quarterbacks
Your niggas just receive
With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat
My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook
Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked
Now ain't that something, let the story get told
As the plot thickens and the script unfolds
[Chorus x2]
I get back around three
We can do it more again
Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk
Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
Everybody know that I do it for the hood
Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
Word on the street, Joc got the heat
Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money
My wrist gone froze
Make em jump out of they clothes
Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go
[Chorus x2]
Ha ha ha, nigga
Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstling,
ya'll niggas know how we do it.
Ya'll know what it is.
All the way from the motherfucking west side to the south side nigga.
ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.
What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.
Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna
take it to the motherfucking south side nigga.
College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga.
What it is.
I see ya out there Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college
park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung
Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up next nigga.
And I'm outta here.
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Yung Joc | I'm A G | /y/yung+joc/im+a+g_20738432.html | I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I stand 5 foot 10, 200 and half
100 percent gangsta don't smile and don't laff
In a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist
I ain't small mothafucka I'm takin' up some space
With a size 11 shoe that'll kick you in yo face
Bitch I'm all about a crime and ready to catch a case
I ain't scared to kick it in yo do and look around yo place
I ain't scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face
Stay still nigga flava deuce, deuce in a third
Teflon coverin' yo body juice loose on a curve
I serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice y'all
I position and competition and when I finish y'all
Can clear the collin' and call the corrin tell him next again
We shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a Mexican
May never plex again not like he can
But just in case he get resurected is bestresurrecte he understands
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I see these niggaz doin' a lot of talkin' but they never back it up
'Bout the work they movin' or the paper they stackin' up
You niggaz got the crack it up
The only thing you sellin' is wolf chickens
And we ain't buyin' 'em so pack it up
84's click, clack it up and down towners
From west side to the east we keep the G and that's a promise
But yo plaque on summers Americas most wanted
We criminal backgrounds and ready to straiteflauted
Only take is a salt dropper or a instigator
Messy mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant hater
I'ma lay it down like a baby ready to nap
'cause I'ma trill nigga ready to clap, now wats up
I slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left
And continue till nobody from yo whack clan left
Bet you might cheat left and you might cheat the dealer
But you neva cheat the king of the underground on the rella
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
Hey, tell 'em for a minute Bun, chill to yo nigga don
They say they got some blowin' I'm the one them niggaz get it from
They talkin' shit is best interest is to get a gun
Grab the mac 9 and spit half a clip and them niggaz run
Sissy niggaz, sweeter then a cinnabun
I want 'em knocked off, we the ones you gotta get it done
A lot of rappers say they G's I don't feel 'em no, naw
Yea, sissy so keys I'm still a don
OG's usual low key movin' in
03 don't look up at my window, you don't know me
Gangsta, gangsta the same time
Picture the pump and paint that I ain't the kind
You wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to none
AKs, are's man I can't decide
I got the mind of the hustler halacious grind
Man, I hold my city down like I anchor eyim
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
I'm a "G", nigga you don't know about me
But yo ass gonna learn and yo ass gonna see
I'm a "G"
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Yusuf Islam | This Glass World | /y/yusuf+islam/this+glass+world_20793716.html | In this glass world, we stop feeling pain,
Going nowhere, we've got everything,
In this glass world,
People who live below, wish they were here, just looking in
In this glass world
In this glass world
In this glass world
In this glass world, we bathe by starlight,
No troubles here, that's on the outside,
In this glass world, sittin' without a cake,
No need to move, it's way too nice up here
In this glass world
In this glass world
In this glass world
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Yusuf Islam | World O' Darkness | /y/yusuf+islam/world+o+darkness_20793718.html | In this world o' darkness,
Evil rules by night,
But somewhere in the shadows, someone seeking light
No one knows his neighbor here,
No one has the time,
No one cares for anyone else,
In a world where the sun don't shine
Shamsia [Repeat: x2]
Some sons dream of leaving,
While they're young at heart,
But few choose the path towards the land beyond the dark,
Who choose the path towards the land beyond the daaark
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Z-Ro | 3Rd Coast | /z/z+ro/3rd+coast_20150493.html | Yeah, sup Ro, sup Grace, this your boy Den Den
To jump on this track with you boys, knowI'mtalkingbout
It's all about the third baby, third coast, yeah I got this
See I'm mentally ready, fuck those is testing me
Progress is so sweet, ain't tripping with envy
Slip and slide like a snake, pop up the world like a quake
Mashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plate
Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye for them fuckers that trying P.H. with snorkels
Got a trunk full of clutches, blinding mine make you stutter
I blow like a hurricane, so close all your shutters
See I wants everything and everything I'm gone have
Roll out my red carpet just to go to my stash
Third coast, blind and shine like a brand new slab
On my birthday, I'm throwing me a fortune on pad
[Chorus]
If you living shife, don't fuck with third coast
These niggas can't fade third coast, these niggas can't fade
Third coast
You could lose your life, don't fuck with third coast
These niggas can't fade third coast, these niggas can't fade
Third coast
This how we ride in third, blow up serve, blow herb
From lane to lane we grip the grain and 20's chop up the curb
We popping flippers on sippers, hey those g's on the rise
With bubble eyes and customized and chrome twenty inches wide
Entertainment center be lit up, and all the trunks gone lift up
Button rims they grip up, the talkers mouths gone zip up
It's that time and here we come, third coast take a stand
We drew it up and screwed them up and see went through with the
Plan
Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks and now a mobbing gorilla
You had to miss go get her, about the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly
Burning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up like
Machetes
No doubt screwed up candy paint, killer think straight drink
Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank
I'm a be T from the S.U.C. pay dues got stripes that be ranks
That boy G-are-A-see-E third ward born caught off game
[Chorus: x2]
I done took a lot of losses now it's time to win
No more signing dotted lines and I stay dollars spend
I want convertible benz, with the blue bubble lens
I'm worth a million off the corner when I'm pimping my pen
See bubble gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls Royce
Don't need no natural lemon tea I don't be training my voice
I'm signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker
The Mo City don, I wave a truck like it's a warrant
Hit the ATM machine, ain't no need for me to pawn
'Cause I'm paid, my game sharper than a razor blade
Bald faded and X-rated, my Gucci's is tailor made
I bubble in the sauna as I smoke marijuana
From Daytona to Arizona no longer on the corner
World wide, I got to keep the dream alive
Tupac and Biggie done died, so now they ready for the south side
Top, dropping, body rocking the Fat Pat
Dirty rats get splat when I pull out my black mac
'Cause it's over, the fat lady done sung the song
From California to Rome, these hoes pussies stay warm
And on to the Alamo Dome, then right back home
Ain't no regular we hydro as 4 54
On the boards, be spinning flipping with yellow boned women
Swimming in dividends cause I'm cold when I'm pimping
[Chorus]
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Z-Ro | All Fall Down | /z/z+ro/all+fall+down_20719171.html | [Z-Ro]
It's like tears doesn't matter to you, it's like you laughed at my pain
Put me in a position to pick up a pistol, and I'll blast in the game
I'm going crazy, being murdered by the hands of cancer
Auntie asked if I wanted to die, but couldn't understand my answer
See it's fucked up when you loving, they don't love you in return
Fuck around and wait till you get on your feet, and slug you till it burn
Niggas is flies yeah they over rise, but I hide in the dark
Cause where the fuck was these niggas at, when I resided in parks
Bitch I slept on the bench, ten feet away from the bullet proof fence
But at least, I ain't have to pay no rent
I'm thinking of espree, damn near positive that you regret me
But I pray to God, you'll never forget me, remember me
I represented for the both of us, how could you love me
And not trust me, somewhere hated now there's no more us plus
Sammy Lee it was a tragedy, your boo was found dead
Here's my shoulder for you my nigga, rest your head
[Chorus - 2x]
This is where they all fall down
Putting burners to they brain, till it bang
There's no way for the real, to maintain
This is where they all fall down
Pay your dues, cause you owe
When it's your time, God'll give you the go
[Den Den]
I sit back and put my thoughts, on paper and rhymes
Tripping on the situations, that I'm facing in life
All this shifeness around me, but I still prevail
Get caught some shit we done together, and I'm making your bail
Cut your tail, while you fall down homie
Plus I'm in the kitchen cooking, so your family won't come hold me
Fuck that phony shit, that these fake niggas on
I get that pony bitch, then I get that hustle on
Staying strong like ammonia, as I bleed the block
Leaving that bitch swollen up, like I beat the cops
Going rock for rock, breaking down every zone
95 hundred woofing, where these niggas be strong
Staying alone to my own, with my baby and wife
Plus I'm keeping the bread a nine, cause I'm guarding my life
Ain't no slipping in my game, doing a dance to make it rain
Put a pistol to your head, and ease your pain
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
I feel like I invented pain, might go any minute mayn, starting a bit of
robbery
Homicide and lean on they destiny, in an attempt to get the pain
Constant strain, here we go again another day in the life
If I'm blessed, can I just get one successful day in my life
My life is the prime example, of a good nigga gon wrong
And I trust no one plus I'm not friendly, so leave me alone
See I don't need a click of yes men, when I walk the block
My retaliation is only, when I chalk the block
I stay in a sweet leaf, each time I meditate on how to live
Nothing but negative everywhere I turn, ain't no more positive
Nothing but drama, cause drama makes the world go round
But pretty soon, it'll make the world go down
Just get a weapon of situation, if you starving then you hungry right now
I can't wait a whole pay period, I need money right now
So when I bleed the block I'm not gon bleed a lot, just enough to keep
The bills paid, and enough to keep some fiddles in a pot
[Chorus - 2x]
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Z-Ro | And 2 My G's | /z/z+ro/and+2+my+gs_20708644.html | [Z-Ro]
One of my partnas have been shot
And all that's going through my mind
Is he dead or alive, when I'm pacing the flo'
And looking around 4-5
Thinking of the worst, but nobody would tell me the drama
But the silence is killing me, checking on his family
Saying a prayer for him and his mama
Come through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain
Relieve my tension, I'm flinching when they mention name
Big D, come G, I don't want you to die
Remember when we use to dip
In your day-day Coupe and get high
Remember, when you use to think I was crazy and wouldn't chill with me
You come to get me up the flip, and smoke some kill with me
I really appreciate the love that was shown
I'ma keep the faith and never leave you alone
You can depend on me, got down on my knees
And I prayed, until you recovered
Then jumped your big ass, right back off in the game
Because there's money to be made, and I won't knock you
Just watch yourself when you in them streets
And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep
[Hook - 4x]
And to my G's
Don't worry bout a damn thang
[Z-Ro]
You use to call me G.I., but to me you was s soldier indeed
Even though you dodged the cops daily, you would hit my crib up with weed
Freestyling to beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay
You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday
If he's really a friend, you would turn him in
That's what the laws would tell us
And fellas would talk about turning you in
How could your hood be so jealous
And ready to give out the location, of a G on the move
Somebody tell me, is your partna's freedom worth some money to you
But I know he's in the county jail stressed, fuck stabbing you in your back
Cause they smile up in your face, and stab you in your chest
And its kinda hard, to receive the swishas they pass me
When I feel I got to watch the people, they call his still family
Must a song be coming, cause it happened the way you said it would unfold
My name is Grady, and they watch me like the Super Bowl
Now that your not around, I'ma still put it down the way you told me to do
And when I go gold its dedicated to you, and to my G's
[Hook - 4x]
[Verse 3]
I'm still trying to figure out what happened
One minute you here, then the next you was gone
Just think quick, I lost my nigga
Victimized to the game, and we still mourn
But nigga hold on, cause I know its living life
Trapped in this cell, trying to ease the pain
But it still remains, every time I put you in jail
And its hard to accept the fact, that you a cellmate my nigga
Po' out some liquor, and sho' wish was here to light, up this swisha
And I'll never forget the advice you gave me bout life, cause you were right
Don't shake them dikes, cause the rules apply, ain't always precise
I'm paying a price, my freedom been taken away
And they threw away the key, trapped in misery
Cause suffering forced me to run these streets so desperately
And to my G's watch your back, cause it ain't no love in these streets
It seems like each day, there's a different way, to fall victim to defeat
Cause if you real with your boy, it don't hurt to see him fall off
When a forty get low point to the curb, just letting you know you thought of
No matter what when you get out, thangs'll still be the same
But until then hold on nigga, and don't worry bout a damn thang
[Hook - 4x]
[Z-Ro]
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me, from Heaven's open doors
And a nigga can't feel at home in the this world no mo'
Feel at home in this world no mo'
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Z-Ro | Can't Leave Drank Alone | /z/z+ro/cant+leave+drank+alone_20634646.html | I can't leave drank alone it got me feeling
(Feeling feeling good feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping... (all)
I can't leave drank alone
It got me feeling
(Feeling feeling good
Feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
You got a nigga feeling
(Ain't even goin' to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)
Ya'll would think that with 3 felony cases
I would leave drank alone
I'm still out on bond
And I'm a keep dranking till all the drank is gone
Dam right I'm high as the sky be
Over g4 and g5 that's where I be
And then it's back to reality
'Cause I could heare the sirens
Woot woot dam hpd right behind me
I got a little weed and a pint and a half
But thanks to don I got a stash spot
And since my doctor wrote me this prescription
Ain't no body got to burn my ass out
Still rolling in that three double o
With my name in my girl on top of fours
And I'm in love with Mary Jane and codeine
I don't love these hoes
I can remember my first couple I was so in love
So when I wake up in the morning
Before I brush my teeth I'm pouring up
Lil momma you a dime pice
But I'll fuck you up if you touch my cup
Cause it ain't cheap like it used to be
And this one cost three hundred and fifty bucks
Me and DJ screw poured up a pint
On my twenty second birthday
And that day was a Monday
But a nigga didn't wake up until Thursday
I handle my business
So I think I deserve to get throwed
So I'm a walk baby now just like my nigga big moe
I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feeling
(Feeling feeling good
Feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feeling
(Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)
Sippin' on the speed tapes
Heading to the weed place
This boys think they ball baby
They should see what we weight
Some pints of that drank
Sips of the dro
Cups all muddy
Told your bitch to hit it slow
Tops down on 59
You know I'm tippin' slow
I could hear HAWK sayin'
Mayne your trippin' o
Slow your ass down mayne
But me I'm like fuck it
I got money in my pocket and
Tonight it's going down
Cause you know I like sipping
On that purple stuff
Purple kush in my bong
Till the purple cross
And the babies in the city
Won't flirt with us
Five kilos I'm a take
To put in work for us
With some down side busters
We gon stay pouring up
Ask about O mayne
I stay showing up
If I sell two million
I got to foward it up
If you wanna ride with money
Then you better ride with us
Cause we be sippin on big drank daily
Yelling to the haters fuck you daily
Lil o and ro we don't play G
For real
I can't leave drank alone
It got me feeling
(Feeling feeling good
Feeling like a boss cause I'm creeping trough the hood)
I can't leave drank alone
It got a nigga feeling
(Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling
Like I'm walking on the sky)
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Z-Ro | Creepin' | /z/z+ro/creepin_20699993.html | [Chorus: x2]
Creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage, bo'guard blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now
[Z-Ro]
Creeping with my automatic, running round
Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face
Claiming that I owe them something man, don't let me catch no case
I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off
You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they balls off
Anybody bitch nigga don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski
Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw no
Pulling a gun on all why'all, disrespect me and fall down
This here my neck of the woods, where you goin' go who you goin' call now
Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier
And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja
[Chorus: x2]
[Cl'Che]
Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down, make a bitch want to snatch your tongue out
I'm creepin' with the sawed off, creepin' on hoes and careful what they
talkin' bout
I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh
I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off
Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest
I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check
That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killer
You heard them guerrillas, we hurt you to make you feel us
Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away
Cause you don't want to fuck with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now
[Chorus: x2]
[Z-Ro]
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me
Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting
In need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like I'm bench pressing
Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching
Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'
Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro
Picking me bitch I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap
Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier
Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja
[Chorus: x2]
[Z-Ro]
Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets
Me keep me sawed off, right next to me
Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to me
With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything
Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swing
Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun
And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one
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Z-Ro | Crooked Officer | /z/z+ro/crooked+officer_20175662.html | [Z-Ro]
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
And I ain't killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray
So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it
My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do
Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped
[Hook]
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga want to blow the badge, off of ya
We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live our life, and be left alone
[Z-Ro]
Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest
Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap
They'll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack
That's why they proud to be, an American
What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them
With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G
The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back
Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack
What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit
We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with
Ask me why, I don't give a fuck about the police
Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace
They planting dope on niggaz, just to get a commission
And if we don't cooperate, it'll be a longer stay in prison
Everytime I had a flat, they'd just pass me by
And if I was laying on the ground, they'd never ask me why
But when I'm looking great, and rolling in something they can't pronounce
They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce
Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers
The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggaz
And it don't matter if we working, on a 9-to-5
We rerouted by the system, facing 99
[Hook]
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Z-Ro | Do You See | /z/z+ro/do+you+see_20458695.html | [Hook]
Do you see, what I see
All I do, is want to be
Somebody, can you feel what I feel
I try my best, to keep it real
And pay dues
[Z-Ro]
Extra extra read all about it, I'm going crazy
Ro raging with motherfuckers smoking, going eighty
Miles per hour, pass up the city gel on my collar
Trying to locate and half of it, that will give a nigga some power
Not saying that I'm weak, bullets gon hang when I speak
I bust a brain if I reach, and get that thang off my seat
I'm in love with selling, that's why I ain't winning that much
Gas money looking funny, wheels ain't spinning that much
But I'ma make it the way of the other, cause I can't stop
People trying to trick me of my mission, but I can't drop
Cause I can't fall, run up I'ma keep bumping my lead
Before the game over I know, I'ma be dumping my lead
Because I'm nervous by nature, the slightest move will get you shot
I've been known to help niggas make it, to they burial plot
Not my lifestyle, I love the way the feddy stack
Record labels stealing Z-Ro, to CEO gon get it back
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
Sometimes, I feel like doing myself
Sixty percent of my body is drank, I ruin myself
But I'm addicted, eyes fucked leaning and look inflicted
With my facing revelations, tripping on what it predicted
Cause it's happening, when the trumpet blow
Ain't gon be no mo' laughing and, it's to the left or the right
I hope I get to go to heaven, I hear heaven is tight
Plus they tell me that hell is hot, and they won't give you no ice
I need a cool wrist, most of these bitches be the devil trying to fool me
Taking my kindness for weakness, and trying to use me
Bitch fuck your hair and your nails, you bout to lose me
I sleep with my uzi, cause she ain't gon steal from me if I nod off
The only place I don't let her go, is in God house
I'm a gangsta fa sho, you better believe me
I bet I'll be on that doja, every time you see me
[Hook]
[Z-Ro]
I done made up my mind
Hustle all alone, I'm trying to get up some mo' shine
Every time I turn around, someone bringing me down
Got tired of em pulling on me, started slanging them rounds
And now they thinking I'm a crazy
Scarred and stabbed and shot, I'm still a baby, I want my mama
Cause I'm having bad dreams, and I die in em all
Got me ain't friendly when you see me, ain't no smiling at all
I live the thug life, heartless and hopeless
Laying low ducking the law, with long you lusting and acting douches
I'm connected, my best friend use to be I-10
Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my ends
Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliation's what I take
Fears get blowed off with my nine, incarceration's what I face
Feel me, I done lost my mind, but it's all gravy baby
I get tipped for knocking bustas off daily
[Hook - 2x]
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Z-Ro | Don't Wanna Hurt Nobody | /z/z+ro/dont+wanna+hurt+nobody_20681870.html | You already know who it is nigga, 'King of Da Ghetto'
It's a new day and time but shit
It ain't all good but shit it ain't all bad no mo' either doe
Why'knahmsayin'? I'm tryin' to keep it civilized
But motherfuckers keep fuckin' with me doe mayne
In case you don't know my name, I'm 'bout to tell you my name
Z-Ro the crooked, 'King of Da Ghetto' all about my change
I remember when Joseph wasn't able to have thangs
Now I'm able to flip a 300-M and grab grain
There's some niggaz mad at me 'cause I got cash mayne
I'm the future of rap-a-lot, quit livin' in the past mayne
Remember flippin' with a brick, in the dash mayne
Now every time I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain
Probably be somebody, baby momma, I ain't ask mayne
Baby, daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne
An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
Stay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass mayne
Honor roll student, but I dropped out of class mayne
Ain't got a diploma, but got knots of cash mayne
To you haters I'm a waiter waitin' to serve somebody
I kill all you motherfuckers but I
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just get me through my day
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody but a nigga might fuck around
And bust your brain
I guess they never seen a guerilla when he stompin' and pissed
But they 'bout to see a young guerilla, whoop, they ass with his fist
I tried to move around, motherfuckers roachin' and shit
My attitude, fuck, watch how you approachin' me bitch
Asshole and ain't gon' fake it 'cause I had it by nature
And that's the result of everywhere you go niggaz hate ya
And I ain't trippin', I'ma catch one of them marks on the back street
With the black heat, slugs run up like a track meet
I'm an anybody killa, but everybody can get it
Servin' suckers in neighborhoods got it crackin' like a stick
I didn't come to hurt nobody but you bumped into mine
But we gangsters I pull a fo' and told you po' out that wine
If I wanted flex, I coulda got a strap at that moment
I'd rather keep ca-cash, ca-cash, 'cause I'm already wanted
I'm an asshole by nature, my flag's on the left side
Gave him a pass before I stepped [Incomprehensible] side
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just get me through my day
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody but a nigga might fuck around
And bust your brain
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but that's a lie
Cause it's a delight for me to bust a lip or black an eye
Or smoke a nigga like a syrup covered black 'n' mild
So don't fuck with me when I'm tryin' to make money stackin' piles
Some niggaz trie to rob me before, try to jack me now
Fuck Danny Glover, I'm the lethal weapon with maxi nine
Can't a nigga lavish any mo'?
Without a gang of niggaz and they kickin in his do'?
And nine times out of ten it'll be one of my friends
That'll lead me to my grave, murder me to get my ends
Do the crime and make a cape escape from my residence
But still show up at my funeral services 'n shit
I ain't fin' to let it happen to me, you gon' respect me
Ain't gon' be no bad actin' with me, homie
And to you haters I'm a waiter waitin' to serve somebody
I kill all you motherfuckers but I
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just get me through my day
Don't wanna hurt nobody, just leave me the fuck alone
Don't wanna hurt nobody but a nigga might fuck around
And bust your brain
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Z-Ro | Freestyle | /z/z+ro/freestyle_20200796.html | Ha ha, 2000 and 1
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
Cut these all the way off people, feel me
Yeah, this how it go, fa sho
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo'
I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro
Never been a hoe, never been a broad
Every night 'fore I go to sleep, I gotta talk to God
One time, gotta keep it real
Got gold and diamonds in my grill
I'm for real, doing it like a song
Bleeding on the boulevard, all day long
Gots to get paid, in this damn rap game
Gotta get my feddy, gotta get my change
Me and my partna P-Roy, doing it every day in the struggle
Hold up my nigga, one day we gon' bubble
Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down
I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time
Hold up, nothing but syrup in my cup
Riding on tre buck, and I don't give a fuck
About the law, nigga fuck the FED
I'm up in the game, just to stack a big head
Family getting fed, me and my wife wed
I'ma come down, I'm a Southside vet
[Chorus]
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride with Southside
Hold it down, like the sun we're gonna shine
And let it all swing out, I ride for Southside
Like a drama bull, plus I got pull
When you see me on the damn scene, you know I'm fool
Popping handle bars, popping a X
I don't give a fuck, it's feeling warm in my chest
And I hope that God bless me, to get a platinum plack
Ain't no turning back, once I get the stack
Once I ain't cutting no slack, up in the game
Said it one time, now everybody know my name
Hollin' Ro, do another show
Wanted me to swang down, on another 4
Charge twenty grand, for a show
Plus, I want half of the do'
In this rap game, to get all the do'
I'ma come down, I got my shine on glow
Hollin' at the Big Steve, Mafio
R.I.P., to the Fat Pat though
Hold up, cause we balling
See us coming down looking good, and we crawling
Ain't falling, I ain't stalling
Coming down outta town, birds I'm hauling
To get paid, nigga I got my family on my mind
I'ma put it down, that's why I'ma shine
All in they face, like a motherfucking moon
A star, a sun and my uzi weigh a ton
Sitting in the microphone booth, going off
Working with the hard, working with the soft
In the motherfucking game, stacking my change
I'm in the motherfucking zone mayn
On my motherfucking block, it go down
I'm the thoedest and the coldest, nigga there is in H-Town
Know I'm saying, I ain't playing, steady spraying
[Chorus: x3]
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Z-Ro | Gonna Get Easier | /z/z+ro/gonna+get+easier_20206996.html | (talking)
This that boy Sinner Tone, better known to y'all
And essay is cocked strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in the studio
With H-Town's finest a nigga they call Z-Ro
So go on and bump this shit, and to all you
Niggas who I done jacked in the game
Fuck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right
[Z-Ro]
Everytime you see me I'm a different nigga, but don't worry
About my aim, I'm consistently accurate with the trigger
My nigga don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch
If you owe me some feddy you better pay me I'm ignorant bout my scratch
I don't trust nan nigga cause nothing but hate they be sending me
Can't determine my friends from my enemies
I done had partners that done helped me when my life was on the line
Talking about hitting me right back I'm trying to knock this bitch down
Putting pussy before your partners disrespecting the game
What about you broke in them titty bars be collecting your change
Trick, nigga with all these bitch niggas are made to bleed
Since you giving me another reason to blaze the weed
And I don't want to do another killing, another bid
They've been trying to give me the crack since I was a kid
But I remain calm, pill popping smoking and leaning if I wasn't high
I'd leave these niggas choking and screaming
(Chorus - 2x)
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
[Z-Ro]
I keep my middle finger pointed out at all times, lyrically
Abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small crime
Everybody want to do a song with Ro, but none
Of these niggas want to get down on a couple of zones with Ro
Fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial
I'll be jacking for some right now money
Niggas ain't ready for the episodes that I supply
PCP influenced, I'm relentless nigga you can die
Fuck all these niggas and these white folks, I'm all alone
No friends cause in the fucking end a nigga dies all alone
About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right
But it's hard to focus when killers try to murder me every night
I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops
Pulling my pistol everytime a car stops
Live by the sword, die by the sword, nigga my time is borrowed
I paint this for another tomorrow
(Chorus - 2x)
[Z-Ro]
I'm crucified by the media because I'm loved by the public
Even though I'm rated number one keep your thumbs up and shove it
They said I'm trying to sound like Pac is my confession to that
Bitch I can't help it if I sound similar when I be stressing the fact
See I'm gone scream it cause I mean it anything less ain't excepted
The fact that I'm dark and I'm restless is no resort of living reckless
Rest in peace to my niggas that got caught up in the struggle
But I'm showing love to the niggas that don't want to see me bubble
But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own
And every bitch in every city is singing my song
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner
Even in year two triple O, fuck working I'm selling marijuana
Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never tell
But I know if I'm faking I try to rap now one of tapes gone sell
I predicted being real by staying true to myself
Now suicide is something I don't want to do to myself
(talking)
Year two tripple O, Z-Ro, the new motherfucking don
Feel that, my nigga Cocked Strong from Sinner Tone
Day one my nigga, knowI'msaying
We gone put it down
(Chorus - 2x)
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Z-Ro | Gripping Grain | /z/z+ro/gripping+grain_20681832.html | What, is this bitch fucking with Z-Ro
Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch
Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face
[Z-Ro]
Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs
With feddy up in my palms, and I show you why I'm the Don
Z-Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulder
I get you if I owe you, X your file like Scully and Mulder
Colder with the pen pimping thang, fuck bringing it to your ass
Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain
Sit back get it together, take a chill really sit back
When I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clack
I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't mind
Slapping patches up out your hair, better say better somebody to find
Straight up and down and rap flawn, these jackers ain't on
That's why I skip the slab, and I move straight to foreign
Everybody has collided with The Screwed Up Click
And when I pick up the mic and I go off, they say how he do that shit
I'm a mic wrecker, about to checkmate like checkers
A pine breasher, with 25 bags of light green on my dresser
Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain
Cause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I'm balling
Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling
[Den Den]
Gripping grain on the feeter, switching lanes with Aaliyah
Top down low to the ground, car looking completed
Balling hard like Kobe, put two inches on tobe
Pack a seventeen shot, hope a nigga don't provoke me
Cars they smoking, with herbal incent
Mashing horses flipping tortoise, candy up like sip
Beat the toll for a dolla, as I smash right under
On the passenger of me, riding underground under
I ponder in the game, passing laws gripping grain
Screens fall like rain, leaving puddles and stains
For my grind be major, hit me on two way pager
All my tools there's a later, for a safe place hater
So when you see me in them streets, you best bow down
I'm gripping grain causing pain, hold it down H-Town
Like a king or a chief, I'm blowing endo sweets
Saving my change pushing my Range, starched up looking sweet
Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain
Cause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I'm balling
Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling
[Z-Ro]
Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon float
Got a beach house in Galveston, with woofers on bump
And we gon choke on smoke, and swallow drank as we sail
Atlantic Ocean the Pacific, man I'm making my mail
From selling yale to record sales, to fatten our pocket
Murdering motherfuckers on wax, can't nobody can stop it
With the checks and a black X, and a rolex make niggas check
Got my nose wide open, smelling nothing but plex
I get deep like a dimple, complicated but simple
From rags to riches on these bitches, Screwed Up medallion with a symbol
Ain't no mo' chains and pieces, for my nephews and nieces
When the record stores get empty, my ass get money increases
You can't walk on my lawn, better leave my Vipor alone
Got a house in Sweet Water Texas, Lexus and a pond with a swan
They call me a swanga not a diss, I broke up on and made her bitch
Now affiliated on a candy coated yacht, eating on shrimp fish
Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain
Cause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I'm balling
Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning man
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling
Straight Profit, taking over and you can't stop it
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we balling
Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling
Gripping grain, grind on and my-my shine on
Turning lane
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Z-Ro | Guerilla Till I Die | /z/z+ro/guerilla+till+i+die_20208091.html | [Hook - 2x]
Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
When they come for me, when I blast
We gon see how many of em run from me
Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear
Cause they don't love a nigga here
[Z-Ro]
American me, could it be my own
War is out to murder me
I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready to die
But have these cowards heard of me
The rumors are real, better keep your glock cocked
Leaving em stiffer than a statue
Ready to defend, like a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be that I've seen my last supper
Mighty Jahova, please protect my spirit from the danger
And I know you said you would strike down upon the
With great vengeance and curious anger
But don't attempt to poison your brother
Was it nothing but the word of God
That kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others
And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers
I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death
But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91
So brother come with me, and die slow
I hate you to death, but yet I loved you so
Wanted you to feel my pain since 91
So brother come with me, and die slow
[Hook - 2x]
[Verse 2]
As my life flashes before my eyes
Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled
Wondering why I was introduced to a life
Filled with drama and trouble
And everyone's always got something to say
When I come around, when I clown
Armed a deal, smile in my face
And stab me in my back, when I turn around
And I can feel hateful eyes, watching plotting to get me
They under estimate me, hate me
But never approach, cause they can't fade me
And I'll be damned if I go softly, shouldn't of crossed me
Guerilla till I die, and I'ma blast when they come for me
Please tell me is there a place, where my guerillas could see refuge
Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute
Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I accept
Just let me twist up, let me smoke one for the world before my last breath
How can I go on, how can I take away my anguish
I put a frown on my face, cause now guerillas are strangers
And nobody knows my soul, so I show no fear
Mobbing till I die, cause they don't love a nigga here
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Could it be I'm too good for hell
Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'
Even though I got two clips, I still preach
Motherfuckers around had to be Christians
And I got a problem I suppose, but I know
I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry
And I got 25's, hollin' I roll
But they tell me to keep my head up and finish my tape
Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang
Around Z-Ro, just till we praying, I really don't know
All I can say, that I don't trust nobody on this earth
Been that away, ever since my birth
But its gotta stay that-a-away till I'm dying
Innocent niggas, risen up out of my business
Is something they better do, I'ma hit the I cut
When a fucker rolling rocks, sold em up even
Till I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets
Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done
Till a nigga really want to, kill myself
Nigga shut the fuck up, my record is spinning
I'm really trying to feel myself
Gotta get em all, gotta get em dead
When I'm filling the bed, put a infrared to the head
Everybody come up dead, better get on or get stole on
Nigga better get on, but I just can't hold on
Cause I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
But next to steal, living on the motherfucking edge
Nigga don't run up, because its real
Nigga can you feel me
[Hook - 4x]
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Z-Ro | How Does It Feel | /z/z+ro/how+does+it+feel_20222273.html | [Z-Ro]
How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you say
Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day
Man this ain't living, nothing but drama all through the week
And if they don't respect my words, why they want me to speak
I'm feeling worse, even though I put my family first
I'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirt
Ghetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't dead
Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head
Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop
Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems
How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to
Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g
And focus on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast
Sitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass
My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I wonder where I got to sleep tonight, my nigga, how does it feel
(Chorus - 2x)
When you can't make the pain stop
Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops
When your kin people done turned they back
Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel
[Z-Ro]
I could of sworn I wasn't the only person on this earth
But it seems, that I've been one deep ever since the day of my birth
I'm sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think
I'm tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don't understand
24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out
Who was the friend, who was the foes, you know it's bout to drive me crazy
Mama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at
The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher
Can't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me alone
Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home
Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin
No longer watching my back for the retaliation
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can
Answer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my head
But I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
Of being neglected stressing enemies, my nigga, how does it feel
(Chorus - 2x)
[Z-Ro]
How does it feel, when these busters try to take your life
Lord knows I don't want to pull my 45
But see I'ma survive, nigga don't make me use my tool
Get some of that bomb green from Tom 'fore I lose my cool
How can I make to it to the top I'm like a crab in a bucket
It got me hostile, I see my pistol grab it and bust it
Nigga get off me, I don't love nan one of y'all
I'm coming forward you pen and killing every one of y'all
Call me ceaser, get em while they sleeping, I'm grim reaping
Bust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seeping
I'm a soldier, recognize the signs of the time
It seems it's kill or be killed up in this stony life of mine
Can you feel it, when it's hard to rub against a real nigga
How does it feel, to see my blood spill my nigga
My life, my life, feel like I'm running out of time
Till it's over catch me running with my nine, how does it feel
(Chorus - 4x)
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Z-Ro | Life | /z/z+ro/life_20234732.html | [Z-Ro]
I'm sick of being lied to, giving it my all, you know I tried to
Maintain in the family is a must, I would of died to
Do anything for my peeps
But it seems they would rather see me sleep six feet deep
But when I'm on my feet somebody got they hand out though
That'll feel me broke the heat be hiding the rain watch me soke
That's the millennium love if you can pay your way, maybe you can stay
In the mean time they hate you everyday
Want to see me and my baby girl break it off
Haters'll stop they self-defense friends every ten minutes drop it's off
When three's company and four is a crowd
And my situation is seven everybody else can move around
Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges
In they household, come into your home and try to repeat it
Got you looking at your people meaning shit
When it's over you're lonely talking about I should of seen that shit
[Chorus - 2x]
Take a look at my life, everybody around here so shife
No love, no sacrifice, fellas in the street ain't acting right
[Z-Ro]
Watch your enemies dog, keep them close like your block
Most of the ones closest to you cause they want what you got
Long as you spending money on them and your buying the drugs
They gone be down like four flats and ain't trying to budge
Say they love you everytime you rolling up the doe-doe
But when your ends don't spend they tend to leave you solo
I know, that's why I love Z-Ro, cause ain't nobody else gone love me
I think of myself, why'all don't think of me
I'm all alone but guess what, that's alright
Even though they use me for a punching bag, that's alright
Even if my woman don't want me no more, that's alright
I got Jesus and I can conversate with him all night
Give me a split that's what I'm asking
Cause I get reary ducking haters as they passing
I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain't for me
I want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love
[Mr. 3-2]
It ain't no love no more everybody about the dollar
That's why when I pass by the G-O-V don't holler
I pop my collar and don't follow nobody
Keep god first and don't need no killumanati
To put it on your mind cause I say on no pages
Stacking big faces and travel to many places
Sipping ski tastes straight out the gallon
Why don't you take a lick and don't swallow ?
The games is backstabbing, crooked it ain't right
Friends or kin folk it don't matter we can fight
It's whenever when we were boss want to do
Cause I'ma pull dollar prime till I'm dead and I'm through
[Chorus - 2x]
[H2O]
A lot of friends turn to foes over money and hoes
I can't believe my best homie ain't my nigga no more
Remember days of playing hookie in the streets for fun
Now I'm getting dirty looks got me clutching my gun
On the one, I'ma shine like the sun my nigga
If I'm so low when I'm riding with some thugging niggas
Family members even say that I ain't use to shit
Cause I stay high all day straight abusing shit
[Z-Ro]
Cause lord knows Z-Ro ain't got no regular living
Even though I'm, trying I feel as if I'm headed to prison
Or headed to the grave, could it be I'm running out of time
Feeling hopeless, I lost my mama then I lost my mind
Will I heal in time, scarred up with bruise and shot
But see the pain is in my brain, hitting like a stash spot
My life, my life, full of drama and bullshit
We burn this out of my foes pull quick, where the love at
[Chorus - 6x]
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Z-Ro | Life Story | /z/z+ro/life+story_20234648.html | [Z-Ro]
Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable
They got me out on the ledge
feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable
It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they trying to tackle me
That's why I keep popping fists
So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance
I can't determine friend or foe so you in danger
Chemical imbalances of the weed and cocaine, but it really
Don't matter to society, a nigga that got no face and no name
Deserving more, but I'ma mob until I ain't got nothing left
And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death
Cause there's some niggas looking for me and they might be near
And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here
Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize
Although my vision is blurry I'm losing life in a hurry
Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to
Witness the wicked so please find yourself another man, haters feel me
(Chorus - 2x)
This is my liiiiiiiiife
Surviving in the struggle, living so shife
[Verse 2]
My opposition and proposition is scheming for cash
And if you bitches is scandalous, I get in that ass
So let's reliviate the pressure
Don't try to run it's guaranteed these slugs'll catch you
Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solver
A pistol grip, a automatic and revolver
Check it, and I'ma handle up baby
It's in my nature it's a must it ain't a maybe, peep game
The feds taking pictures, and tapping my phones
But if I catch you bitches snitching best believe me it's on
I analyze of this realize and open fire on bitches
And if I catch you bastards slipping I'm leaving bodies in ditches, huh
I bet that ass can pass it
Your life span it ain't long, you in a casket, check it
Niggas rushing your ass, mob deep with ski masks
Busting shots on the road trying to make your car crash, this is my life
(Chorus - 2x)
[Z-Ro]
These boys be telling me they got love, giving me false-i-fied tapping, but
I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me if there wasn't no money in rapping
See I know they want to get rich off me understand, even if I was
To die I still can talk they still put a mic in my hand
For trying to copy my style of life, pretending like they from my block
While I survive on willing to live while they depend on mom and pops
Before you make your move, check yourself and giving me for the millions
For the love of the struggle and just can't take it cause you not real
You want to be dead, there's gone be a dentist to see
When a nigga be scream and hollering I'm godfather
But I guess it's just the menace in me, plus
The only nigga that's skipping me from clicking is Herman Fisher
Relocated the killers and gats and drinking and if and burning swishers
Why they want to play with my life, they got families, nigga I don't
The only thing between me and them hoes
Is I'ma keep thugging they timid ass won't
Will they mind they own god damn business and keep they self out of mine
Because of a thin line, between handling business
and boo yeah coward a nine baby
(Chorus - 4x)
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Z-Ro | Look At Me | /z/z+ro/look+at+me_20717065.html | [Z-Ro: talking]
3rd Coast, Screwston Texas
Z-Ro, Heavy Rotation, yeah
[Z-Ro]
I've been running the streets 24 years (look at me)
I made it but I'm wanted most of my peers (look at me)
I keep a heater in case I run across my beef (look at me)
And I'm so full it hurt my mouth when I speak (look at me)
I'm rapping but I'm still working the corner (look at me)
Hustling everyday selling work and marijuana (look at me)
I keep a vest on, I keep my chest on (look at me)
With a real groupie when pull out a press on (look at me)
I might dress prepped up but I still do crime (look at me)
I'm a geurilla can't you tell it when I rhyme (look at me)
I don't need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
And I don't care if you don't like it cause I ain't your role model
[Chorus - 2x]
Tell me where your hood and I'ma tell you where mine
But don't be beefing when you come around a g on his grind
Smoking nothing but pine, need no drama on my mind
Pump your breaks, bet not disrespect the stop sign
[Z-Ro]
I'm out that Mo City where they don't bar none (look at me)
I never leave the pad without packing a gun (look at me)
I don't be set tripping any one of y'all can get it (look at me)
I'ma take you out if you interrupt the flow of digits (look at me)
I produce hits but radio won't play my song (look at me)
I keep a record cause all that hating made me strong (look at me)
I must confess that I be looking for trouble (look at me)
When I make a million I'll be looking to double (look at me)
Nothing but pen pimping and smoking that pine (look at me)
I'm like the law cause all these boys gone mind (look at me)
I don't need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
And I don't care if you don't like it cause I ain't your role model
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
I'm addicted to putting my hands on cash (look at me)
I'm that little sodier that don't need a soldier rag (look at me)
It's self explanatory to escallade to jag (look at me)
I started off with hardens off in sperate bags (look at me)
Now I'm on top of the world and ain't no falling (look at me)
Got to tell them back back somebody keep on calling
All in, with six screens in my load
R.I.P. to F-A-T P-A-T Southside for sho (look at me)
I'ma navigate this big ride body lac (look at me)
I'm ghetto fabulous, I got hooks, beats and sacks (look at me)
I don't need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
And I don't care if you don't like it cause I ain't your role model
[Chorus - 2x]
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Z-Ro | Lord Tell Me Why | /z/z+ro/lord+tell+me+why_20243448.html | (Chorus - 2x)
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
(Z-Ro)
After living through drive-by's got a nigga ready for war
500 push-ups everyday to keep my knock out punches up to par
Cause everybody want to test me, knocking them down punching
But they want to bust will I fight to jump so would the lord bless me
To keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscience
When I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a lunch
To the niggas that we killing don't feel like you the only motherfucker
That really don't think we even love eachother
Gorilla till I die for real murdered by my right hand man
Or prosecuted by the white man's hand
I don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under the stress
Fin to lose my cool so come out even to have you rest
All my sins are forgiven for living violently
With a gun in my hand, I'm creeping up on them moving silently
They left my peope alone when my cutlass exploded on the side of the road
The motherfuckers thought I died in the load
(Chorus - 2x)
(Z-Ro)
Am I the hunter or the most hunted
telling my people they don't need a high to get by
But I'm telling a lie cause I'm the most blunted
Hard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stress
And I'm walking around with a 12-gauge sawed off
and a suicide note up under my vest
I want to live in peace but drama won't allow me
That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing x's and tylenol three
But do you really want to see a nigga with the vendetta
Make everybody kill somebody I'm a trend setter
First I was spending my time with family mobbing showing my brother's love
Never thought it would it happen to shoot first releasing my brother's blood,
uh
Why do these rookies want to rumble, got to do him in
Even if he's my kin that's the only way the cookies crumble
Calling up on your name in vain, this time I took a bow
But if there was ever a time I needed you god I need you now, lord oh mercy
Cause I don't wanto to die by the hands of my own kind
Really to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah
(Chorus - 2x)
(Z-Ro)
I no longer need the weed to reach another level, I'm on a natural high
But I looked the devil in his eye, thinking the song I'm a survivor
Things ain't what they seem my yellows are green
People are demons, demons are people in my dreams, what does it mean
I'm trying come out of this motherfucking nightmare
Going against all odds but mama said they never fight fair
Somebody put a price on my head for living dead
Hoes was capping but now they in my bed, but they choosing to giving me head
Rags to riches, sagging the creases in my breaches
66 Impala candy dancing playing with he switches
Finding away from righteousness and learning to sin
You'd be the same nigga that's kicking the door with me that's turning me in
Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me they know they don't get high from me
Why do the fiends buy dope from me knowing that they gone die from me
A nigga was plexing with my partner why did he pull his gun
Now everybody related or cool with you can die that's on my son
(Chorus - 4x)
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Z-Ro | Made | /z/z+ro/made_20834923.html | Ever since my early teens I've been a loc on these streets
'Gold is for twenty four I go for broke on these streets
My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas
And even when I'm countin' off I still spit on niggaz
No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room
That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room
Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks
Either it's somethin' with the roof missin', or a hard white top
Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses
Even without a platinum plaque, this ain't cappin',
I'm just tellin' you what my life like, so this ain't rappin'
Don't you ever tell the captain, that my money ain't right
I'm a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain't right
No more throwin' no bodies, so I can stand on these streets
I got an army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets
I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets
Here to save ya'll from all this wack rap on these streets
I left ya'll with I'm still livin, provin' I wasn't dead
If you wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread
Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me
Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci
But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me
But I'm like Shaq up under the backboards you can't stop me
When I was hustlin' no police could find a rock near me
Now that I ain't hustlin' they can see all of my rocks clearly
B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph
Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer
Homie don't get it twisted cause you see me on a poster
You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it's 'sposed ta
[? ] man on these streets
I don't give a fuck cause I'm the man on these streets
I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aimin' at I hit man
After I hit her she can't stand up without a kickstand
Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule
If she find the itch to set me up, I'll hit her with the tool
I got a daughter to raise, I ain't tryin' to leave
Plus all this money I'm makin' you think I ain't tryin' to breathe
Inhale exhale... now that's better
Over eight hundred thousand independent now that's cheddar
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Z-Ro | Pain | /z/z+ro/pain_20712039.html | Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my
[Z-Ro]
I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days
When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clear
Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank
But I'm right back heavy on beer
Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders
Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy
Please God forgive your servant, and your man child
But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me
Grow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild
Wasn't I good enough, to get some shit like that
It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that
My life my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonight
Even though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my dome
Fuck around and front, like I'm gon
Buy your work, and straight leave on your song
If a nigga take me out it's all good, cause I've been fiending to leave
My life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G
[Chorus]
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain
[Z-Ro]
Now I done had pistols to my head befo'
Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo'
Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro
I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us
They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers
Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out
What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me out
I'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this pain
But steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap game
The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream
Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean
Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time
But then I remember, it wasn't no good time
Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time
24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank
To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank
I gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game
Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Dorothy Marie or mama, I've been stressed, learning to live
A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest
I'd like to find the meaning of sick and tired
Plus I can't determine between a bitch and right
Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride
I'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
Them other two niggas ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulder
I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama
When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn
I'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain't
Seen the states in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star
What a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album release
A promotional show, and I must get do' nigga I got ounces to cheese
Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's
Plus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D's
Gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game
More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
[Chorus]
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Z-Ro | Paper Game | /z/z+ro/paper+game_20294736.html | [Chorus - 2x]
All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game
Niggas working 9 to 5 in this dirty game
But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game
Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game
[Z-Ro]
Everyday my mind is set on money making ways
Even kick in doors, I can't be broke in money making days
I can't get no job in a white man's world that's why I live so raw
I can't watch my children starve homeboy so watch me break the law
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Ramon noodles, t.v. dinners ain't no way to live
Rather be holding slab while grabbing grain rolling airport load for sive
In the streets of Houston Texas hustlers living in the cuts
On a mission chasing paper got no time for gold digging hoes get off my nuts
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
I'm turning suicidal in my older age, this game'll freeze you to death
And eveyrday I face the coldest stage
Tell me does every nigga that's thugging got to struggle to bubble
And so I'm ready to laugh successfully you don't want no troule
Cause I'm living more rugged than rougher than the rockiest road
I'm paronoid for life, got to keep a glock in the load
Am I addicited to caine (watch that tooting line)
Could it be a nigga that's hard to locate is somebody you could find
Z-Ro, certified platinum on a million dollar paper chase
Pulling up next to the police and blowing this weed in they face
But they try to blow my high when I'm on this hyper toiliking weed
But I'm gonna slice skills with hands that'll make you vomet and bleed
Aunte be worrying about me so I'm trying to get her to smile
But I know she know I'm wanted dead or alive
Got to keep my mind on my money making maneuvers cause my hustle is strong
A lot of fools get lazy now they hustle is gone
But I'm a hustler for life
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro talking]
Nigga hell yeah, know what I'm saying
Bridgemont Texas baby coming straight at you
Motherfucking 199 motherfucking 7
For real we ain't even gone play with you nigga
We coming so motherfucking real
Bridge man hustlers on the corner selling cheese
Trying to stack g's, got to pay my motherfucking bills nigga
Can you understand me, I'ma forver be a hustling nigga
A hustler for real, I wouldn't even bullshit with you
I'm telling you for real niggas going down in this bitch
Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is coming down nigga
You can't feel us, you can't stop us fuck around and get, man hold up man
Man you fuck around and get mashed on for real we coming around this bitch
For self Bridgemont, we hustlers for life nigga, straight four for life nigga
Mo City, man hold up
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Z-Ro | Party | /z/z+ro/party_20681883.html | Yo hey, yeah come here girl come on, uh..
[Hook: x 2]
Who want to party party, these hoes acting naughty
They want to get with it, or they want to fuck somebody
And so you know how I do it, you better ask somebody
[Daz]
I pick winners, let me see you come in first place
I'm like the rabbit and turtle, see it's a long race
You get to shaking and moving, working and hurting
You slapping it up and you bruising, and girl it's curtains
Shake your booty, leave my hand
And dick print in her, and I go up in her
She get managed, like the Asian wanting Spanish
And you know I got to have it, put your mouth on me baby
Get to fucking, and baby girl can't manage
She can't stand, her ass bigger than the whole damn planet
She don't look to better, like Janet
But she'll do, and we'll do
It's just another day, a bitch in my bed
The same bitch, she be giving me head
And when the bitch, make a nigga just cum
Find out hoe, that you ain't the one
[Hook: x 2]
[Cl'Che]
You want to party party, see me act naughty naughty
And get me twisted off that Lime, Vodka and Bacardi
You want to see me now, or you want to see me later
Smoked out, in the back of your Navigator
So let's party party, young playa playa
I don't mean to stare, but what you swanging there
I like to get it crunk, I'm tal'n bout pulling stunts
Don't be shy break me off, in the front of the club
You know, you want to fuck
You know, you want to bust a nut
So come on baby, why don't you give me what you got
Break me off a stack, and you can see this pussy pop
And if you front, you get's no love
Cl'Che's looking for a thug
You with that ladi-dadi, but I'm a hottie hottie
Then Daz Dilinger said, you better ask somebody
[Hook: x 2]
[Z-Ro]
Bitch you, ain't nothing but a greasy split
Open your pussy hole for me, don't tease me bitch
I'm put to put this log on you, from Michigan to Pamona
Long as I got a rubber, Z-Ro gon bone a broad a day
When I hit it, she gon injure her ankle like Hardaway
Doggy style, come out and come back from a yard away
Punish the panocha, I'm going south
Do that thang with your mouth, and I'll be hard all over
Look how they jock me, when I'm rocking the stage
On that X and I'ma hit it, like I'm cocking a gauge
I'm like em with hair down they back, or rocking the braids
They love my dick, and want me to stay in they cot for the day
But I got bidness to handle, and paper to chase
Finish sucking my dick, and then get your ass out my face
It ain't nothing personal, but I don't love you hoe
You got some bomb ass pussy, but you got to go
[Hook: x 2]
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Z-Ro | Plex | /z/z+ro/plex_20292637.html | [Z-Ro]
They say he was flipping out till, losing control of his mind
Moving fast, in a world that ain't ready for the pace focussed on his grind
Who am I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me
Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie
You must of forgot about the days until you be in 94
When it was 72 where partners sagging creases to find a hoe
Now they can't look me in the eyes, cause they might tell on theyself
About having something to do with trying to riddle my number one partner to
death
You want to get even with me boy clear you can see me with a rap
But I'm about gangsta shit so bow before you see me with a strap
Cause I've been silent for so long, it's about time I broke the ice
Nobody want to box me why everybody want to pull a trigger to take a life
I'm down with crews cause everybody else is fake to me
Niggas with plex against me, they all cakes to me
And everybody want to be talking about they real and they got love
But motherfuckers don't love Z-Ro unless I got drink and I got bud so I got
plex
(Chorus - 2x)
Who's next to plex you want to test
Better have your life right in the bottle of your vest
Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm plexed
Thinking hit me will I have to put my homies to rest, plex
[Z-Ro]
Regular candy in river rain, we came to deliver pain
One hitter quitters and eagle talons up in your liver man
I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west
Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house in your chest
A nigga done been through so much shit the last five years of my living
Now a days the bitches are realer than homeboys so here's to my women
But then again I'm all alone I don't depend on a soul
Independently made a million then I took my benz on a stroll
Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard
Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas go fraud
When it comes to me whether rapping the gangsta shit this nigga goes hard,
plex
(Chorus - 4x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
[Z-Ro]
Rolling by my motherfucking self you don't want to plex my friend
Fuck around with me and you might never breathe a breath again
Cause a nigga might shoot you in a place where it takes longer to die
And you know what they say no pain no gain
I guess you fin to gain your heavenly high
Marcus I see you when you shoved that pistol up in his nose
Pulling the trigger my nigga blood was dripping all out on his clothes
Do you think that I'm suppose to sit back and charge it to the game
That's why your baby mama house went up in flames you know my name
I wish I would of been strapped cause my partner would of still been alive
I would of ran up on your ass and I would of dumped and you would of died
Since a nigga can't change the past I'ma knock your ass up out of the future
I use to be down to dump side by side with you but you forced me to shoot you
Too many of these boys be bulletproof, that's why they like to compete
But run your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete
You think it's a game, but I've been working on a straight aim I'm ready to
kill
If I can't get to myself when you want to get leid by set of bitch got skills
(Chorus - 2x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
Cause I'm also stressed, sometimes I wonder if I'm blessed
Thinking deeply will I have to put my homies to rest
(Chorus - 4x)
Plex, time to have plex
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta from the barrel of me tech
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Z-Ro | Real | /z/z+ro/real_20683847.html | Mo'fucker when we bang bang, squeezing pistols that make em bang
Haters smoking that swisha swisha sweet boy, switching damn lanes
Pulling guns and put two in your stomach, nigga who want it
Gangstas, if you with me gangstas
Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners
Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us
Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and DeNiro, counting Kilos in casinos
They gambinos, for them see-notes man
Hustlers, serving customers
Off of his back shit cause, then we bust them guns
Up jumps the boogie, cause the track is so thoed
Got me breaking down bubble gum, I'm fin to be so blowed
Nothing but clouds in the sky, but it's still sunny
Cause I'm puffing on some good green, pocket full of money
Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at
Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at
I'm living for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow
I'm robbing you motherfuckers, it ain't no need to borrow
Money from dad, that nigga wouldn't lend me no cash
Seventeen he threw me out, like the trash
It's all gravy baby, I'm connected with the street my mama Ridgevan
And daddy East and West, Cancel Creek the dopefiends love me
I got a cousin, named Mard
Everytime I bring him outside, suckers be running up in my yard
Smartest thing I got is a 20, and you could get a whole sale
If you want it soft, let me run back to the motel
Running to the ceiling, what it's fin to be
Blowing cigarillos, no more swisha sweet
But regular weed, a gangsta fa sho I am
(are you gon make it to the top), nigga you know I am
Flipping in a four do', trying to get some mo' do'
Playa don't get mad, if you see me flipping with your hoe-a
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Z-Ro | Remember Me | /z/z+ro/remember+me_20713221.html | Hell yeah nigga, ay yo
[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast
I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash
Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school
Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard
Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus
My only love was for extras, and overs
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping
51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking
Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine
Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98
Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cake
Suppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some change
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad
Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected
Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas
[Hook: x2]
Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads
[P.O.P.:]
I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories
I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies
See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up
But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR
So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory
I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me
Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout
But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so
[Hook x2]
[Bun B:]
Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough
No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough
See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch
Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch
I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college
And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge
That broke her heart, and for that I had to go
So I went from the sidelines, to starring in the show
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast
Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass
But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B
[Hook x2]
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Z-Ro | Still Standing | /z/z+ro/still+standing_20691221.html | [Z-Ro talking]
Yes indeed, H-Town, it go down Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello
Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man
Unstoppable, feel me, yeah
They got to feel us till they kill us, this for the radio
[Lil' Flex]
Ain't nothing but a g thang baby
Turnel sets dried yellow bones crazy
Can't fade me, died lately
Pulling out the escallade or a mercedes
Trunk popper, show stopper, drank sipper
Rule number one is to never tip a stripper
And I know a lot of why'all want to wish me trouble
Went from swanging hoo-doos to a bentley bubble
Image is everything, diamonds in every ring
Piece and chains that hang down low to my dang-a-lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them
Next year I'm about to drop 22's on them
From the Mo to the Fo, back to airport landing
Diamonds speak for theyself, Flex so outstanding
[Chorus]
Still standing, and you know we represent the south
And ya know ya know we represent the south
Still standing, we in the door and these haters can't keep us out
[Big Mello]
I represent that S-O-you-T-H to the S-I-D-E
Drop screens you can see me completely
Off the heezy, fa sheezy I'm breezy
Cause my diamonds they be known to blind hoes like Stevie
Believe me, outstanding with my family
From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the grammy
Boss player from Texas, you could tell by the necklace
We gone break these hoes on four's now we frozen the Lexus
My protected, move around, get around
Come through show some round when we hit your town
It go down, whoa now, school slow down
Watch these fours roll down crawl down your block
Top drop, trunk knock, glock cocked
And these shops gone bop, it don't stop
Won't stop, how it go down
Harm clock, Mo City, south west still shine, wooo
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Screwed up representer these fellas don't want none
From the land of the trunk poppers where ballers blow tons
We stacking funds, and living our life out on the run
In search of a platinum plack trying to get stacks it just begun
If you talking down move around we ain't having that
East and West took it before but see we came to grab it back
Can't see us like cataracts, off in our natural habitat
That's the studio and bro you know ain't no more selling crack
Ain't nothing but rocking trash talking on down to the ain't that
Cause I'm a veteran to this here ever since the days of the Wave Band
When I was knee high to a grass hopper but now we roll on chppers
Me and Gene hovering over the ground in candy helicopters
Now we platinum status without driving a dodge stratus
Keeping it gangsta energy instinct with a heater to protect us
Man it's third coast, to me our music mean the most
Big Mello and Lil' Flex and Z-Ro the crooked as your folks and we
[Chorus - 2x]
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Z-Ro | Sunshine | /z/z+ro/sunshine_20681869.html | [Z-Ro talking]
Yes sir, Z-Ro, Lil' Keke, Screw to Mo City
CMG, KMJ, this how it go
[Chorus]
Sunshine, living in the ghetto daily trying to find
Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge
One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up
Sometimes, Keep your head up trying to find sunshine
[Z-Ro]
Man what happened to the sun on my lawn it's so gloomy and grey
I got a feeling 5-O gone try to do me today
Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation
Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation
The hood is on fire, other soldiers won't let it down
They ain't set tripping but out here jacking has been alive
Misery spinning what they clicking for no reason at all
Even intentions of stacking paper they pleasing them all
And outside, smelling like nothing but formaldrahide
It's an everyday suicide, R.I.P. to the ones that died
Wake up before you get caught up don't keep on selling your soul
Until your life fall up, you got to try to find
[Chorus]
[Lil' Keke]
We living in a world that's dirty and so shife
You trying to figure out this the game that's called life
These days is cold and got me searching for my soul
Like paper bags and lawn chairs man you unfold
I'm looking out my window for some, sunshine
I'm trying to give it up cause I swear it's my time
I five petreat and start thinking about my sins
Roll up another square and start thinking about the benz
Talent and skills is what I'm bringing
New homes and microphones got the cell phone ringing
Push play on the deck, to let my mind collect
And try to mash on the gas with no time to sweat
This the ghetto, and that's all I know
Another episode from the young don and Ro
If the family is tight, then everything's alright
So quick to catch flight for the sunlight, uh
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Seem like I can't stand the rain prosecution and struggle up in my brain
Got to tell me slow down if you can see all of my veins
Cause I ain't having none of that riff raff to get back and blood
Keep my enemy close to me cause your killer be your 'cause
I wish I was, able to socialize with why'all
Instead of trading war stories and taking lies from why'all
It's how it be though, Lil' Keke and Z-Ro we on the grind
Long as they talking about us, we know we staying on they mind
Don't hate us congratulate us, why why'all turning up why'all nose
Cause it's been we be spittng straight be burning up why'all glow
Want to take it away from pin and pad and pick up a gun
You better repent my dog it's over, you done better try to find
[Chorus - 2x]
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Z-Ro | Talkin' Down On Me | /z/z+ro/talkin+down+on+me_20681859.html | [Z-Ro]
Since I been out by myself, I keep that bitch Nina with me
If you my enemy, you don't want to be the last nigga that seen her with me
Z-Ro haters be making my attitude, rude
Fuck around and get stole on, if you fuck up my moves
Dude, finally I found myself, I had to stop
Blowing that kick em cause eventually I would of drowned myself
Already need a anger management class
See if a busta cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass
Soldier that's what I be, so bitch
Why you trying to play me like a H-O-E
Turn me loose so I can make it to the T-O-P
It's like I'm in a bucket full of see-are-A-be 's, but I keep climbing
And I keep on rhyming, while they be bumping they gums
Looking at my diamonds whining and blinding, no dumping they guns
Cause they can't see me, bitch I'm invisible to the hate
Thugged off in my kitchen, cutting chemicals in my cakes
[Chorus]
Talking down on me from a safe place, now I'm in your face
What you gon do now
Barrettas and Rugas on my person, they would do ya if I burst em
What you gon do now
Mo City my block showing no pity for cops, if you trespass
You done fucked up now
No busting in the sky first one through your thigh, second ones a chest blast
I done lucked you out now
[Z-Ro]
Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back
Talk down on me in front of me, but not behind my gat
I bet you won't do that, I bet you scared of that iron
Perpetrating like you a gorilla, selling drinks in line
You ain't never seen the Pen nigga, the penitentiary
They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me
I smoke mo' and sip mo', than ever before
Motherfuckers be on my nerves, so I lean on that dro
Trying to keep on dropping a bomb, on the bitch-made
Don't be looking surprised, y'all made it this way
I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be trying to sink me
Sending police after me, and trying to link me
To aggravated robbery, and strong-arm jacking
Trying to throw me off my note, so I can't do no stacking
Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail
Looking for niggas that was plotting on receiving my mail
[Chorus - 2x]
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Z-Ro | That'z Who I Am | /z/z+ro/thatz+who+i+am_20681817.html | [Z-Ro]
Houston Texas is my city, Ridgemont 4 is my block
I put my trust in no man, only my motherfucking glock
Cause she ain't never let me down, before
Fuck a gang I follow my bitch, cause she be busting rounds for Ro
Unlike my homies, cause they phony than a motherfucker
Even my broad, cause she might be fucking some other brother
Lord knows, that I couldn't take it if I found out
Premeditated, cause I'm about to let them automatic rounds out
A prisoner of my own mind, losing it swiftly
Clicking on motherfuckers, until the reaper come and get me
Fuck a friend and a click, and a partner in crime
Cause when you doing your bid, they won't be partners in time
I bet they be the main reason, why you locked up in a county
That's why I strive, to keep all the busta bitches from round me
So take it how you want to take it, i don't give a damn
I'm an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am
[Hook - 2x]
I know they told y'all, deep down South we don't play
Don't get too close, cause nigga I'm gon spray
Everyone of y'all, piss me off and you gon see me touch
Your noggin y'all, that's who I am nigga fuck you
[Z-Ro]
Don't worry my nigga, I'm coming to make your bail
Wait a second, how this buster know I'm going to jail
I seen the hatred in they faces, when the prince wanted to see me
When they thought I was leaving, they wanted to D-E-A-D me
Dropping salt on my name, saying I sold my soul
And these suppose to be my people, damn my people so cold
Why not be happy for a nigga, when he make a major move
Chill you playing with this game, but I've been paying major dues
I can't tell a motherfucker, how to fly a plane
If I ain't never been up in the cockpit, you feeling me mayn
I got a bunch of records sold, and y'all ain't sold shit
Your foreign's at a standstill, but my Houptie's on the road bitch
Beef with me nigga, and you can find out
How I murder niggas with my lyrics, I ain't gotta pull my iron out
Take it how you want to take it, i don't give a damn
Fuck them niggas who say they down, one deep is who I am
[Hook - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
I'ma follow the truth, and never follow lies
So I'ma ride on Watts, until his fat ass apologize
For saying what he said, about Screw
Look who your style is named after motherfucker, you number two
And you know what come before one, nigga this mouthpiece
Z-Ro and S.U.C., Southside super hero
Fucking with you pussies, cause it's time you be tampered with
When you see me look me in the eyes, and pull up your pamper bitch
My nigga named Tommy, say he's coming to get ya
His people gon be swinging, everyone of em'll hit ya
Holding on to my grudges, until my brain get a blister
I love drama so much, because my life is so rough
So when you see me out in public, don't you come at me wrong
Disrespect me if you ain't, hoe I'ma fuck up your dome
You can take it how you want to take it, I don't give a damn
Street Military was my father, Z-Ro is who I am
[Hook - 2x]
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Z-Ro | To Love A Thug | /z/z+ro/to+love+a+thug_20320138.html | (talking)
Look out man, quit tripping man, how you gone tell me
To choose between you and the streets, don't you know
If I leave the motherfucking streets alone
How are we gonna get the rent paid and the
Motherfucking bills paid, knowI'msaying
You got to cover my eyes remember
[Z-Ro]
Baby stay down with me through thick and thin, and I promise it's gonna pay
off
Though hurts you like a sailor cause baby you need to stay soft
You took me on a ride, without no breaks to mash
The things you do it make the average nigga hate your ass
But I just love it when you cuss at a nigga, when it's all good
In the bed when your finger nails clutching a nigga
You said you'd always be there, and not to worry about a thang
But when I started to struggle you left a nigga to hang
What kind of shit is when you want to see your woman tonight
On top of that there was no food, phone, water or lights
I had a state be thought of suicide, nobody could move it
You took the pistol from my head when I attempted to do it
Baby I know that I be tripping sometimes
It's just because I never owned anything that's mine
Understand my situation and be patient and we'll make it in the end
Want you to be the first to ride around in my benz
baby to know me is to love a thug
(Chorus)
Forgive me baby I'm a thug
I make all my money from selling all these drugs
I'm in it to win it and I don't want to lose
But I slowed down my hustle cause I'm digging you
And I, won't keep on hogging you
Even though you're the only girl I'm talking to
I'm in it to win it and I don't want to lose
But if I lose you, it's all a part of paying dues
[Z-Ro]
We went from good to better, better to worse then we separated
I should of beeped you to apologize but I guess I changed
Cause I be feeling like you wanted to end
Don't want to be your enemy baby, but I can't be your friend
Female associates are gone, miss, I loved you
And treated your kid as if he was my own kid
So if you think I was affatuated, bet one hundred see-notes
That I show you what it is to be broke
When I was ready to misbehave and get paid, my nigga run at me now
Knew it was peticular car cause I got you on my mind
Even all the days of my life I want you staying with me
But the way it's been it don't get gravy until you laying with me
Cause we be at eachother's thugs like we were crypts and bloods
Always the first to say I'm sorry grab your hips and shove
I want to kick it but I got business to handle with my crew
Call me later when you ready to say I do
baby to know me is to love a thug
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
Forgive me baby I'm a thug, what happened to all the capping
Now that I'm rich you want to greet me with kisses and hugs
I had to stop chasing you, I chose to chase my feddy
Now I get promenade in an escallade, and be low keyed in my cheve
Now you looking like you want to curse
Never put trust in the woman or a nigga, only put trust in my verse
Cause if it is well then I'll understand
if you ain't helping me making you could find another man
I'll get my pen and she is number one in my state
Got ladies looking from me head to chest then the navel
Willing and abel to be dedicated from the heart
Must of mistaken me for yourself that's why I cheated from the start
Freaky in the dark, baby I bet I make you cum
And if your nigga don't like it, I bet I'll make him run
I bet these bitches be tripping over the way I run through em like socks
Like them old niggas run through throw away glocks
Should of known me is to love a thug
(Chorus)
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Z-Ro | Uncut | /z/z+ro/uncut_20681854.html | (feat Z-Ro chamillonRE and Hype)
[Verse 1 - Lil Flip]
We be watching them bitches shaking they ass
Up in the club they be sucking my dick so they
Can ride in a caddilac sittin on some dubs we
Be everywhere even up in the clubs me bun n hype
Always keep it trill like the pimp sittin on da
Whell our verse's kill if you get lucky with a hoe
You just got some luck cause the bitches we be watching
They be uncut.
[Chorus - Z-Ro]
Y'all niggaz know we fuck hoes
Dey be wanting us to pay for
Some sex
[Lil Flip]
Or I can buy a car or a new rolex
[Z-Ro Chrous Part 2]
They got the fat ass n butt
Y'all niggas know this shit be uncut
[Chamillonare Verse 2]
H-TOWN in this bitch man 4-4 the litch man
All my fans be the hoes man all y'all niggaz
Love dem hoes espically the uncut 1's who be
Letting me hit that they be phat dey want
Me to pay them to sit in my maybach fuck
That man I'm back like dem bitches on making
The band H-town is my land if you hate so be it
Cock that 9 4-4 gone hit em
[Chorus - Z-Ro]
Y'all niggaz know we fuck hoes
Dey be wanting us to pay for
Some sex
[Lil Flip]
Or I can buy a car or a new rolex
[Z-Ro Chrous Part 2]
They got the fat ass n butt
Y'all niggas know this shit be uncut
[Hype Verse 3]
What it do nigga its yo boy hype kepping
My finger on trigga ill cap y'all niggaz
If you think I won't let me tell you the
Do's and don't's
Don't fuck with me bitch ill light you're ass up
Ill take ya cup and get yo hoe and beat her
Thing up that's da way we roll I
Be paying them bitches sliding up n
Down on the poll I rhyme with
My own flow I make dem
Hoes drop dat shit to da floor
Fuck y'all whores who think y'all tight
Any fucking day I'm up for a fight just
Like last night 4-4 be blowin tha candypaint
Be towin all y'all know my 4-4 blow as high as da
Sky and I'm gone ride to tha day I day bun tell em
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Z-Ro | We Ballin | /z/z+ro/we+ballin_20721497.html | Yeah, yanahmean?
Just something for all my niggas in the hood
They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and
Yanahmean when I do these interviews
Just want to let em know (we ballin)
You gotta strap up cause niggas'll test you
Whenever you feel that pressure
You let em know everyday of your life is, check it
For real we still killin' 'em and, each one of 'em
You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em
Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em
I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done wit 'em
Mami you rollin', get your clothin'
You know one sight of the mansion will get 'em open
I back out my garage wit, new Ferrari
Cause I been pimpin this game since Atari
You hardly, ever see me loving a hoe
I tell a bitch, I'm in love wit my doe
Cause I'm pimping and, niggas is bitchin' and
We was the pharmacy now you want prescriptions
Think I'm slippin', like I don't grip again
Go 'head trip it ain't nothing to drop a clip again
Got my dogs to catch me when I'm fallin'
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
[Chorus: x2]
Nigga we ballin', ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
We ballin', ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
Yeah, I take a sip of that henny I load that tec up
I hit the block wit the medicine give 'em check ups
You see I'm vest up, I'm ballin' at war
These niggas want to see me off, they don't want to see me on but
Proof I'm ballin', I put a eighth
Of that white down in my hood, I can finish it by the mornin'
Re-up by noon, re-kick at night
Half these dudes doing bids couldn't live my life
And you youngn's in the hood want to be like P
Cause every new gat I cop it begin wit a P
Like, P-89 you niggas' P-92 shit
You know how dudes "This Proof ain't for that bullshit"
And these hoes want to roll wit a G
But once I hit 'em wit that G, I have totin' the P, cause!
[Chorus]
Yo I hear 'em callin, and every city I travel
Hoes get at 'em when they see a nigga ballin'
Keep the steel wit me, couple of killas from the hood
Who blew bail, but still they keep it real wit me
We ride out (and?) we find out (where?)
Your little address (and?) blow out your hideout (yeah)
Who want war? hoes they tellin' me "E's you ain't right"
Like this year I'm goin' go South Pole
This for them haters think I'm slippin', I ain't
When I find 'em hiding I tie 'em, they be missin' like weight
But wait, lil nigga don't be missin' my point
I don't miss when I point, niggas get killed off point
And you see, I school a little you, forfeit the game
I was young, just like 'em, Jay taught me the same
But I see he hard headed, told em stay in his lane
Cause them OG's home and they layin wit K's cause
[Chorus]
Nigga, pass the weed and hennessy I hear it callin'
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
We ballin', ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
We ballin', pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
We ballin', ready for war and
Pass the weed and hennessy, I hear it callin'
We ballin', ready for war and
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Zac Brown Band | Different Kind Of Fine | /z/zac+brown+band/different+kind+of+fine_20765179.html | She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make 'em wonder which way to go
Make a man change his mind
She's a lawyer's queen, a trucker's dream
With a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine
Cadillacs and caviar
Well, that ain't how she rolls
Implants and tummy tucks
She sure don't need those
She's a cool drink of water
When the summer's mean
Poured into those Levis jeans
She's country as the day is long
She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make 'em wonder which way to go
Make a man change his mind
She's a lawyer's queen and a trucker's dream
With a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine
Tan and lean like a long-neck bottle
In the passenger seat
Got her hand on the throttle
She'll get you there right on time
Lord, take you down to Tijuana
Make you wanna slap your momma
Gotcha all tore up and made you spill your dip cup
Bona fide, a different kind of fine
Make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
Make 'em wonder which way to go
Make a man change his mind
She's a lawyer's queen and a trucker's dream
With a baseball hat fit for a queen
A genuine, a different kind of fine
She make a train take a dirt road
Make it stop on a dime
She make 'em wonder which way to go
Make a man change his mind
A lawyer's queen, a trucker's dream
A baseball hat fit for a queen
Genuine, a different kind of fine!
Lord, Lord!
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Zac Brown Band | I Play The Road | /z/zac+brown+band/i+play+the+road_20908544.html | I play the road,
And the highway is our song,
And every city's like the same three chords
Been helping us along when the story's told
And the crowd has come and gone
Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home
Every exit is a season,
Every signal is a beacon
And the wind, it carries me
And it eases up my load
Everyday I drag the turns
Every candle still burns
And every lesson I have learned
Brings us closer to the crowd
I play the road,
And the highway is our song,
And every city's like the same three chords
Been helping us along when the story's told
And the crowd is done and gone
Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home
Well the bus it is our steeple,
It brings us to the people
And they will be there waiting,
Dancing young and old
And every one of us gets tired,
But every one remains inspired
And every one of us require
To keep picking through our souls
I play the road,
And the highway is our song,
And every city's like the same three chords
Been helping us along when the story's told
And the crowd is done and gone
Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home
She says, "Daddy where do you go
When you leave me all these nights
With a suitcase and guitar in your hand?
Kissing me and mom goodbye with a tear and a smile,
Where do you go,
Daddy where do you go?"
I play the road,
And this highway is our song,
And every city's like the same three chords
Been helping us along when the story's told
And the crowd is done and gone
Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home
Shaking off the miles
(Shaking off the miles)
(Mile after mile)
Mile after mile
Baby, I'm coming home
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Zac Brown Band | Jolene | /z/zac+brown+band/jolene_20765173.html | Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early
Morning rain
Lately my hands they don't feel like mine
My eyes been stung with dust and blind
Held you in my arms one time
Lost you just the same
[Chorus]
Jolene
I ain't about to go straight
It's too late
I found myself face down in a ditch
Booze in my hair
Blood in my lips
A picture of you holding a picture of me
In the pocket of my blue jeans
Still don't know what love means
Still don't know what love means
Jolene
Been so long since I seen your face
Or felt a part of this human race
I've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long
A man needs something he can hold onto
A nine pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do
[Chorus]
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Zac Brown Band | Keep Me In Mind | /z/zac+brown+band/keep+me+in+mind_20889063.html | 1, 2, 3
This is gonna be funky
How come all the pretty girls like you are taken baby
I've been looking for someone like you to save me
Life's to easy to be so damn complicated
Take your time and I'll be waitin'
Keep me in mind
Somewhere down the road you might get lonely
Keep me in mind
And I pray someday that you will love me only
I think about you some days
And the way I would lay and waste a day after day with you
We always go our separate ways
But no-one can love you baby the way I do
Keep me in mind
Somewhere down the road you might get lonely
Keep me in mind
And I pray someday that you will love me only
Well the world can be real tough
Find shelter in me
If there's no-one else to love
Keep me in mind
If ever you wanted me, I'll be your man
I'd be a fool to let you go with someone else
Whatever you want from me, I'll be your man
I'd give it all up just to have you for myself
Keep me in mind
Somewhere down the road you might get lonely
Keep me in mind
And I pray someday that you will love me only
Well the world can be real tough
Why don't you hold on to me
When there's no-one else to love
Keep me in mind
(Keep me in mind)
And I'll hold you darling
(Keep me in mind)
I'll be your man
(Keep me in mind)
I'll hold you darling
(Keep me in mind)
C'mon little mama
Put it on me
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Zac Brown Band | Last But Not Least | /z/zac+brown+band/last+but+not+least_21022041.html | There ain't enough of me to go around
Got all kinds of reasons
To be all over town
Spread thin and broken down
Everybody wants a piece
Oh darlin' I'm afraid
You've been last but not least
Everyone I love the most
Has to take what's left of me
I put it all together
But I left out one big piece
I put you last
But you're not least
Nothing ever takes the place of you
Sometimes things that may not matter
Jump in front of things that do
And you're fine to stand in line
While history repeats
But oh darlin' not this time
Last but not least
Everyone I love the most
They deserve the best from me
I put it all together
When I found that missing piece
You were the last
But you're not least
I go left when I should go right
I chase the dark when I see light
I trip and fall down every time I try
To walk that line
The sun comes out I look for rain
I search for joy and I find the pain
I swear I will never get again
Last but not least
Last but not least
Everyone I love the most
Is gonna see the best of me
I put it all together
When I found that missing piece
You were the last
You were the last
But you're not least
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Zac Brown Band | Let It Go | /z/zac+brown+band/let+it+go_20772098.html | Spent the night with a friend of mine and a handle of good whiskey
We picked guitars and talked about how the glory days we missed 'em
And it didn't take too long to find the truth inside that bottle
Cast a-sea so long ago was a message from my father.
You keep your heart above your head and your eyes wide open
So this world can't find a way to leave you cold
And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean
Save your strength for things that you can change
Forgive the ones you can't
You gotta let it go
Looking back now on my life I can't say I regret it
And all the places that I ended up not the way Ma woulda had it
But you only get once chance at life to leave your mark upon it
And when a pony he comes riding by you better set your sweet ass on it
And keep your heart above your head and you eyes wide open
So this world can't find a way to leave you cold
And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean
Save your strength for things that you can change
Forgive the ones you can't
You gotta let it go
Like a sweet sunset in Georgia let it go
And like the fear that grabs a hold ya let it go
La la la la la la (let it go, let it go) let it go
La la la la la la (let it go, let it go) let it go
You keep your heart above your head and you eyes wide open
So this world can't find a way to leave you cold
And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean
Save your strength for things that you can change
Forgive the ones you can't
You gotta let it go
Learn to let it go
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Zac Brown Band | Make this day | /z/zac+brown+band/make+this+day_20894042.html | Got a quarter...
I passed out last night and I never made it home.
Wound up on a bus to San Antone.
My head hurts bad and I ain't wearing shoes.
Going to find my wallet and my way back home to you.
We're gonna make this day.
A little better than the last.
It's amazing how slow days like this can go.
Find a way to wash away.
Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass.
Live inside this day.
I got cuffs on my hands.
Chains on my feet.
I got locked up for the second time this week.
And I know I make you cry but girl my love is true.
I'm going to find my wallet and my way back home to you.
We're gonna make this day.
A little better than the last.
It's amazing how slow the days like this can go.
Find a way to wash away.
Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass.
Live inside this day.
Now I'm back on the street.
Thumb in the air.
Don't know how the hell that I got here.
But I'm gonna hitch that ride.
If it's the last thing I do.
Gonna find that wallet and bring it home to you.
We're gonna make this day.
A little better than the last.
Know don't you let this life come whoop your
Find a way to wash away.
Any regrets you have
Don't let this moment pass.
Live inside this day.
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Zac Brown Band | Sic 'Em On A Chicken | /z/zac+brown+band/sic+em+on+a+chicken_20765175.html | [Chorus]
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.
My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He's a mean son' bitch
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar
[Chorus]
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.
I heard this awful noise coming from the woods
I heard chicken screams
Know it ain't gonna be good
Well I think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79
In a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn't safe to keep around the house
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
And I was sitting at home making fig preserves
And I'd seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye
And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he
deserved
So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie
[Chorus]
Sic 'em on a chicken
Get that chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time
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Zakk Wylde | Between Heaven And Hell | /z/zakk+wylde/between+heaven+and+hell_20163378.html | Dying to live
Living to die
Ain't no hellos here
Nothing but goodbye
It's like singing a song that cannot be sung
It's like having to end child,
What's yet to love begun
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey now
Where I am at times I just can't tell
Hey, hey, hey, now
I'm lost somewhere between heaven and hell
All that you know and all that you knew
In the end child,
Tell me what's it all mean to you?
Don't forget just who and where you are
You can spread your wings son
But don't you spread yourself too far
Hey, hey, hey now
Where I am at times I just can't tell
Hey, hey, hey, now
I'm lost somewhere between heaven and hell
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Zakk Wylde | Bleed For Me | /z/zakk+wylde/bleed+for+me_20531489.html | This grave of life, I give to you
Ignore what was, you know it's true
Realms of fear, they speak the truth
What has past, I hand to you
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through, I'll see you
I'll dig a hole and bow my head
To see you smile, I'd face my death
Realms of fear, they speak the truth
What has past, I hand to you
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through, I'll see you
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through
Bleed for me, I've bled for you
Embrace me, child, I'll see you through, I'll see you
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Zakk Wylde | Born To Lose | /z/zakk+wylde/born+to+lose_20531486.html | A little hating in the morning time
a little hating come around noon
Ain't no remorse,
All that you think
Ain't no regret,
All that you do
Jesus,
Hell Yeah, What do we do?
Jesus,
Can you hear us screaming up above?
Lord?
I guess we were just born to lose
A little hating on my TV screen
A little hating in the news that I read
Lay to rest a soul so kind
Rewarding the wrong
Feeding The Twisted Mind
You Lookin' At Me
Forever hurt
Forever bleed
It ain't black
It ain't white
It ain't wrong
Lord knows it ain't right
Jesus,
Hell Yeah, What do we do?
Jesus,
Can you hear us screaming up above?
Lord?
I guess we were just...
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Zakk Wylde | Demise Of Sanity | /z/zakk+wylde/demise+of+sanity_20531479.html | It's gonna break you, son, it's gonna rot you through
Forget the past and all you ever knew
You've never known such fear, you've never shed such tears
It'll have you wishin' you were never here
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down, forever on the wrong side
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
Straight through the depths of hell, ain't got no soul to sell
Death on death, the eternal funeral bell
You've never known such fear, you've never shed such tears
It'll have you wishin' you were never here
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down, forever on the wrong side
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down, forever on the wrong side
Where have I gone, blacked out on my death ride
Twisted and broken down
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
All that has been, all that's to be
No tomorrow, the demise of sanity
All that has been, all that's to be
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Zakk Wylde | Genocide Junkies | /z/zakk+wylde/genocide+junkies_20531471.html | Loaded, stormin' out of control
Fired up, hell ridin' we roll
Drinkin' from the well of the damned
Seize the roads, assault the land
Respect through fear
Walkin' tall
Beyond unreal
Ohh, always up for the ride
Ohh, junkies of the genocide
Risin' always above
Hell ridin' never enough
The rush of the chrome to reign supreme
Pistons of torture, crucifixion of speed
Respect through fear
Walkin' tall
Beyond unreal
Ohh, always up for the ride
Ohh, junkies of the genocide
Ohh, always up for the ride
Ohh, junkies of the genocide
Intimidation, degradation
Loomin' large, desecration
Bury the old game, worship the insane
Tomorrow will soon be here
Immune to fear, the end is never here
Hell ridin' the gears of life
Intimidation, degradation
Loomin' large, desecration
Ohh, always up for the ride
Ohh, junkies of the genocide
Ohh, always up for the ride
Ohh, junkies of the genocide
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Zakk Wylde | I Thank You Child | /z/zakk+wylde/i+thank+you+child_20315513.html | All for you
Everlasting love forever skies of blue
All in your heart
Never ending just a means for start
[Chorus]
Comfort in your eyes
For the warmth inside your smile
Faith's done gone astray
It was you who made living all worth the while
I thank you my child
It was you who made living all worth the while
I thank you my child
With the touch of your hand
Amidst confusion I can see enough to understand
All my fears repressed
Oh lovin' you child it's the best
[Chorus]
You're all and everything to me
Til the end of times you know you'll always be
Ain't no second guess
Oh you put my worried soul to rest
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Zakk Wylde | Losin' Your Mind | /z/zakk+wylde/losin+your+mind_20531461.html | Woke up early this morning
As I looked around my world be crumblin' down
What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you?
What might I be? Oh, the things you do
Stare at the sun, one means three
At the helm insanity, if you'd look Mama
Ya just might find but you're too far gone
Now you're just losin' your mind
Wanting to get away, one more fix you'll be okay
The things ya do, try and try to talk you down
You're so damn high, can't hear a sound
Oh, what's going on?
Once you start, you can't stop, start to shake
Fall apart, engine's burnin'
Burnin' out of time, you're too far gone
Now you're just losin' your mind
Pass through time without a move
You're the one that's being used
If you'd look you must might find
But you're too far gone, now you're just losin' your mind
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Zakk Wylde | Sold My Soul | /z/zakk+wylde/sold+my+soul_20233227.html | Without you woman by my side,
I'm contemplatin' suicide.
Torn from all my pride.
Man tells me: "Son, that ain't the way,
Gonna make a deal with you child,
Gonna live another day.
Just sign right here, son, everything'll be alright."
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Ain't nuthin' I wouldn't do,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
All and everything for you,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Your love's all I know and ever knew,
Therefore, I have sold my soul for you,
I was told by this man it'd be worth my while,
He'd return me to my woman.
Return me to my smile.
It's all I ask for in this life.
Whatever's wrong son, he told me he'd make right.
"Just sign right here, child, everything'll be alright."
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Ain't nuthin' I wouldn't do,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
All and everything for you,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Your love's all I know and ever knew,
Therefore, I have sold my soul for you.
All for you
"Sign right here, son, everything'll be alright."
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Ain't nuthin' I wouldn't do,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
All and everything for you,
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhoo)
Your love's all I know and ever knew,
Therefore, I have sold my soul for you.
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Zakk Wylde | Stronger Than Death | /z/zakk+wylde/stronger+than+death_20531438.html | Hunt me down, seek me out, bring your best
That's how I want it to be
Full of doubt, full of fear, all's unclear
It's over 'cause now I can see
Like a tank, seething strength, crushing all
Pulling you under my treads
Lost some years, lost some days, that's okay
I piss on what's in my way
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
Looked inside, found myself, it was me
Waitin' there at the well
If you're green, you ain't seen, life's a game
Sometimes it's just hard to tell
Gouging eyes, breakin' bones, eatin' flesh
Puts a smile on my face
Crawlin' through glass, eatin' nails, losin' blood
It's all part of findin' your place
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
Your two-faced abusin'
Mindless confusion, resolution
(I feel I'm breathing my first breath)
Manipulation, dyin' salvation
You'll never rest
(You can't kill what's stronger than death)
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Zakk Wylde | The Things You Do | /z/zakk+wylde/the+things+you+do_20315757.html | Colour my world all black and blue
The hell you dish out
Comes back three-fold to you
Inside your riddled rotten core
I hope you get what you deserve
Worse and even more...
Even more...
Even more
[Chorus:]
[How can you do the things you do?
You make Satan look like Christ
I swear its true
How could you do the things you do?
How could you do...
The things you do?]
The Rolling Stones once sang a tune
Singing words of sympathy
Yet none were sung for you
If the lord of darkness seen you comin' his way
He'd get on his knees
And look to Jesus...
Start to pray...
Start to pray
[Chorus]
More...
Even more...
Even more
[Chorus]
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Zakk Wylde | Too Numb To Cry | /z/zakk+wylde/too+numb+to+cry_20323113.html | I see you across the room
Search for some happiness ain't anytime soon
Turmoil has turned you inside
Sift through your pages of miracles you wish to find
[Chorus]
When you're too numb to cry
And you're just left wondering why
When you're too numb to cry
And you're just left wondering why
To change in the blink of an eye
If you could you surely would wave yourself goodbye
I try and I try and I try
Get a hold on your suffering
Peace in which you don't wish to buy
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Zakk Wylde | Way Beyond Empty | /z/zakk+wylde/way+beyond+empty_20350067.html | If I could I surely would
Child ease your pain
But if I could no longer
Would you still know my name?
If I couldn't drain the tears
That pour from these eyes
Would you turn your back on me
Would you wave goodbye?
[Chorus]
Or leave me way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arive
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my end to arrive
If I could be the shoulder
Which your head would rest upon
Would you still be waiting (mama)
Or would you be gone?
If I couldn't keep the smile
Forever on your face
Would I still be around
Or would I be replaced?
(Yeah)
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arive (yeah)
Way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my end to arrive
Oh-o
Oh-o-o-o
Oh-ooo
(And) Would you promise me
Things they'd never change
Could you promise me
That things they'd stay the same?
If I couldn't clear the clouds
From over your head
Would you keep your word to me
Amongst all the things you said?
Or leave me way beyond empty inside
Awaiting my last day to arive (yeah)
Way beyond empty inside
(oh-o-o)
Awaiting my end to arrive
Oh yeah child!
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Zakk Wylde | World Of Trouble | /z/zakk+wylde/world+of+trouble_20531422.html | 2, 3, 4, 1, drank all my fuckin' brew
And I ain't got's no more
Feeling so damn tired
Running on desperate fumes
For the end is always near, now
Empty handed it's always soon
Psychocise me, terrify me
Jeopardizing all that's mine
Megolamize me, certify me
On my knees until I cry
Lord only knows where I've gone
Lord only knows where I've been
In a world of trouble again worries
Streaming 'round the bend
Treat me like a dog, now
Knowing I won't turn
Blind me like a slave, now
Cast down no concern
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Zao | 5 Year Winter | /z/zao/5+year+winter_10198416.html | Dear Tiffany,
You've mad me nauseous for the last time
Everything I've said to you, I will form a spike (to drive through my
throat) In order to stop my words
This time I'll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings
I'll burn it down and walk away
Let the fire warm my back
I wish you would say you hate me
It would make it so much easier
Burn it down and walk away,
Love Daniel
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Zao | All Else Failed | /z/zao/all+else+failed_10198431.html | (A throne in Heaven sat empty for 33 years.) Why? For what do we strive that
will bring us closer. No human deed will show us approved. For two thousand
years we've chokedon our efforts. Only tolay down and die. Things change, and
things stay the same. Through all these trials I cannot compose myself. Till
there is a time no heaviness fills my heart. I canot compose myself. So in all
this, there must arise a plan. A strategy to subdue the schemes. For
generation upon generation God retained a silence that shattered the hearts of
men. And for a season, all else failed. There is no other name, given among
men whereby they might be saved. In all these years when men crawled the earth
choking on his tears, no composure, nor completion reigned. No self righteous
cleansing. Leaning on the strength of self or another man... No human effort
can bring holyness or even the strength to stand. There is
no explanation for this reasoning. The only thing in life that is constant is
Jesus.
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Zao | In Loving Kindness | /z/zao/in+loving+kindness_10198426.html | We are a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come.
Reconcile us to Himself, through Christ Jesus.
We will be free, forever knowing what will become... of us.
Thank you for the cross.
Trusting in the balance has tilted me towards righteousness.
Lifting my spirit once again, sinking not in my functioning.
Inhale, exhale this over and over again.
Looking for tomorrow forgetting about today.
Dying, dying.
Through prayer and sacrifice into all the earth,
With love and understanding.
Now I look to importance, standing here steadfast,
To renew (the? or Your?) spirit within me.
Do not cast me from Your presence,
Or take Your Holy Spirit from me
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Zao | Lies Of Serpents, A River Of Tears | /z/zao/lies+of+serpents+a+river+of+tears_10198451.html | Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes search for me
Your eyes search for me
Your eyes search for me
Your eyes search for me
Your eyes
Your eyes search for me
For so long I've wanted to come home
Held back by lies of serpents and tongues of brothers
Turning a child into an enemy
Turning open arms into closed fists
I could see the reflection in the tears
That made their way down Your face
Onto the ground I kneel upon
They form a river that overtakes me
Compassion envelops me
I forgive and release
Forgive, release
Forgiven, released
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Zao | Parade Of Chaos | /z/zao/parade+of+chaos_10198444.html | We march like fools in the parade of chaos.
We march like fools in the parade of chaos.
Led by our enemies.
While we sing there praises.
Led by our enemies.
While we kiss their hands.
The morning rained fire.
Let heavens retire.
Over the eyes of the blind.
And the voices of spoiled children.
True leaders are gone.
We turned our backs to many times.
And bit the hand of the provider.
Chaos kills us.
Chaos
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Zao | Surrounds Me | /z/zao/surrounds+me_20309832.html | Put your coal to my trembling lips.
Voice fills void with your breath.
Crescent tears from the relief you bring.
Undone in you. I love you.
Broken teeth of my frustration.
Your glory it surrounds me.
Sing praises to God, sing praises.
Blanket my mind
with your wisdom and insight.
Hand molds the mud of my heart.
Joy of your strength
Overwhelms my praise.
Quickened in you.
I praise you.
Vibrant peace envelopes my lack.
Your glory it surrounds me.
Sing praises to God.
Sing praises.
Put your coal to my trembling lips.
Voice fills void with your breath.
Crescent tears from the relief you bring.
Undone in you. I love you.
Broken teeth of my frustration.
Your glory it surrounds me.
Your glory it surrounds me.
Put your coal (to my trembling lips.)
Voice fills void (with your breath.)
Crescent tears (from the relief you bring.)
Undone in you. I love you
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Zao | Times Of Separation | /z/zao/times+of+separation_20531297.html | Once again to strive, to beat it out
Over and over again.
So worn, worked over
With the intention to kill.
To watch him die and smile
At his dismay,
His pain,
My deliverance.
My cleanliness a gift of freedom.
My walk purified.
My peace given by God.
What else is there
After slipping away,
When every thing is silent
And nothing else is around?
Alone.
Looking deep inside.
Hearing the echo of my soul,
No one can know.
In these times of silence,
These times of separation,
I find there is a void that rises up,
A peace that brings my tears,
A comfort that no one else can offer.
So why do people run away?
Why do they look elsewhere
And base their self on opinions
When the truth is so evident that this God of
Love is so constant?
Destruction and storms.
My Jesus stands to help
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Zao | To Think Of You Is To Treasure An Absent Memory | /z/zao/to+think+of+you+is+to+treasure+an+absent+memory_10198452.html | When you shut your eyes and fell asleep
Dark clouds descended on the souls of the ones
Who held you close to their hearts
Close to their hearts
My heart broke
My heart broke
My heart broke
Open
Open
Open
Open
The beauty of an embrace a place
To lay down the pain
Where blood and fire bring rest and peace
Where blood and fire bring rest and peace
Where blood and fire bring rest and peace
Where blood and fire bring rest and peace
I sit away in a secret place the shadow of wings
I think of you
I think of you
I think of you
I think of you
I think of you
I think of you
I think of you
And my heart breaks open
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Zayn Malik | Borderz | /z/zayn+malik/borderz_21107630.html | [Verse 1]
She is the life of the party
Don't stick that knife in my body
It's something she always wanted
It's for a good cause you're doing a good job
And we're off where the wind blows
And I don't care where we go
Just like the ocean
You change what I see
[Pre-Chorus]
They don't know what I know
How long I've had to hold
You're like a commotion
All because of me
[Chorus]
So take it off, let's break down all of our walls
Right now I wanna see it all
I don't wanna cool off, so let's cross the lines we lost
Right now I wanna see it all
You were right on the border
Give me all of this
Give me all of you
Don't fall on me
Don't lean on me
[Verse 2]
Beautiful insanity
You're like a movie, change the scene
Taste your sweet profanity
It's is all for a good cause think you're doing a good job
[Pre-Chorus]
They don't know what I know
How long I've had to hold
You're like a commotion
All because of me
[Chorus]
So take it off, let's break down all of our walls
Right now I wanna see it all
I don't wanna cool off, so let's cross the lines we lost
Right now I wanna see it all
You were right on the border
Give me all of this
Give me all of you
Don't fall on me
Don't lean on me
You were right on border
[Bridge]
Give me all of this, give me all of you
No falling in, don't need no proof
Give me all of this, give me all of you
No falling in, don't need no proof
[Chorus]
So take it off, let's break down all of our walls
Right now I wanna see it all
I don't wanna cool off, so let's cross the lines we lost
Right now I wanna see it all
You were right on the border
Give me all of this
Give me all of you
Don't fall on me
Don't lean on me
You were right on the border
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Zayn Malik | Bright | /z/zayn+malik/bright_21107635.html | [Verse 1]
I found my life in between shots and getting high
The cage I was in fell away when she asked me to dance again, yeah
I found my life in between a first kiss and a last goodbye
The dust settled down, now I can see through the crowd
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm loving the colour white
Surrounding your colored eyes
Though she is the kryptonite
She stays in my crib tonight
I light her like dynamite
Load her like gigabyte
Turn out the fucking lights
I wanna see you bright
[Chorus]
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you
[Verse 2]
For the love in my mind, love for the bass
She likes getting high just for the day
She's different in night, she knows what I say
Free of the flash, dirt on your shoes, I don't know you
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm loving the colour white
Surrounding your coloured eyes
Though she is the kryptonite
She stays in my crib tonight
I light her like dynamite
Load her like gigabyte
Turn out the fucking lights
I wanna see you bright
[Chorus]
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
[Bridge]
I found my life in between shots and getting high
The cage I was in fell away when she asked me to dance again
[Chorus]
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you bright
I wanna see you
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Zayn Malik | Drunk | /z/zayn+malik/drunk_21107625.html | [Intro]
We're so late nights
Red eyes, amnesia, on ice
Late nights, red eyes
Amnesia, I need ya
[Verse 1]
Right now I can't see straight
Intoxicated it's true when I'm with you
I'm buzzing and I feel laced
I'm coming from a different phase when I'm with you
[Pre-Chorus]
Another way now, like we're supposed to do
Take you to the back now, I'd take a shot for you
Wasted every night, gone for every song
Faded every night, dancing all night long
[Chorus]
Drunk all Summer, drunk all Summer
We've been drunk all Summer
Drinking and flowing and rolling
We're falling down
[Refrain]
We're so late nights
Red eyes, amnesia, I need ya
[Verse 2]
Right now I'm emotional
I lose control, when I'm with you
I hope I haven't said too much
Guess I always push my luck when I'm with you
[Pre-Chorus]
Another way now, like we're supposed to do
Take you to the back now, I'd take a shot for you
Wasted every night, gone for every song
Faded every night, dancing all night long
[Chorus]
Drunk all Summer, drunk all Summer
We've been drunk all Summer
Drinking and flowing and rolling
We're falling down
[Refrain]
We're so late nights
Red eyes, amnesia, on ice
Late nights, red eyes
Amnesia, I need ya
[Outro]
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
(You put your drinks up)
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
Drunk all Summer
Drunk all Summer
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Zayn Malik | Fool For You | /z/zayn+malik/fool+for+you_21107629.html | [Verse 1]
This love is tainted, I need you and I hate it
You're caught between a dream and a movie scene
In a way, you know what I mean
When the darts just miss, I just can't resist it
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a fool for you and the things you do
I'm a fool for you and the things, the things you do
The things you do
The things you do
[Verse 2]
When you're looking like this, I just can't resist it
I know sometimes I hide it
But I can't this time cause it's gonna defeat me
But you won't believe me, believe me
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a fool for you and the things you do
I'm a fool for you and the things, the things you do
[Bridge]
I know, I know given the chance I'd do it again
Cause I can't help myself
Cause I can't stop myself
I just love being a fool for you
[Chorus]
Cause I'm a fool for you and the things you do
I'm a fool for you and the things, the things you do
[Outro]
This love is tainted
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Zayn Malik | It's You | /z/zayn+malik/its+you_21107224.html | [Verse 1]
She got, she got, she got
Her own reasons
For talking to me
And she don't, she don't, she don't
Give a fuck
About what I need
And I can't tell you why
Because my brain can't equate it
[Refrain]
Tell me your lies
Because I just can't face it
[Chorus]
It's you, it's you
It's you
It's you, it's you
It's you
[Verse 2]
I won't, I won't, I won't
Cover the scars
I'll let 'em bleed
So my silence
So my silence won't
Be mistaken for peace
Am I wrong for wanting us to make it?
[Refrain]
Tell me your lies
Because I just can't face it
[Chorus]
It's you, it's you
It's you
It's you, it's you
It's you
[Bridge]
Could it be that it's a lesson
That I never had to learn?
I looked at it like a blessing
And now it's just a curse
I don't know why
I don't know why
[Chorus]
It's you, it's you
It's you, it's you
It's you
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Zayn Malik | Like I Would | /z/zayn+malik/like+i+would_21107223.html | [Verse 1]
Hey what's up, it's been a while
Talking 'bout it's not my style
Thought I'd see what's up, while I'm lighting up
It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted
Know it's late but I'm so wired
Saw your face and got inspired
Guess you let it go, now you're good to go
It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh
It's probably gonna sound wrong
Promise it won't last long
Oh, oh
If we can never go back
Thought you'd like to know that
[Chorus]
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
[Verse 2]
Talkin' don't want me, cause I want you
Been thinkin' it over, but I'm through
So stop wasting all my time, messing with my mind
It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh
It's probably gonna sound wrong
Promise it won't last long
Oh, oh
If we can never go back
Thought you'd like to know that
[Chorus]
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
[Bridge]
He can't love you like I would
He can't love you like I could
He don't know your body
He don't know your body
[Chorus]
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
He, won't touch you like I do
He, won't love you like I would
He don't know your body
He don't do you right
He won't love you like I would
Love you like I would
Like I would
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