Someone New lyrics

Someone New lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Intro: Webbie]
[Beat Playin]

C** On... On... Trill Ent... Baby... Baby...

[Verse 1:]
I'm My Own State Of Mind Sittin Here All Alone
Thinkin Bout Dat Lady Of Mine... Damn I Did Her Wrong...
All The Thingz Dat Ii Promised Ha... How Can Ii Turn Around And Bring This Much Drama To Ha?...
Boo I'm Sorri Ii Was Slefish And Ii Kno It Hurted... But Ii Aint Do Did Dat On Purpose Aint Nobody Perfect...
So Ii Jus Wana Tell Baby If you Eva Leave Me Ii Got Live you In My Heart Dat Aint Go Neva Leave Me... At Times I Used
To Treat you Like you Jus Another Hoe... But We Wud Both Alwayz Kno Dat you Deserved Mo... I Kno you Give Ya Life Fa Me Babii
Ii Aint Lyin... I'm Ginuine N Ii Been Feelin Dat Da Whole Time... But Check this Out... If you Shud Eva Find A New Dude... Don't You
Go And Faget A Thing Dat Ii Told you... Like you Da One... And Only Thing Dat B4 you... And I Aint Ben Runnin No Gamez Datz Da Whole
Truth... Boo

[Chorus:]
If You Shud Eva Find Someone New... I Kno He Betta Be Gud To you
[X2]

[Verse 2:]
Now Fa Years Itz Been Where Home At... On Da Real Ii can't See you Wit Anotha Cat...
Da Way Ii Feel... Like don't A Thing Above you... Make Me Feel Like can't Anotha Man can't love you...
Boo Ii Hate To See Anotha Man Stare At Chu... Let Alone Let Another Man Have You... But You
Already Kno Dat Ii Aint Sharin you... Don't Wana Let you Go... But xxxx I'm Prepared Too... But If Ii Had A Choice
Dat Wudnt Be what Ii'd Choose... Ii Kno you Kno That I'll Ratha Be Beside you... Hand 'n' Hand... Er' Step So I
Cud Guide you... N Ii Kno you Can Tell Dat Wen I'm Inside you... Da Reason We Aint Alwayz See'n Eye To Eye
Boo... Cuz Ii Aint One Of Doz Guyz Who Go Lie To you... If you Slip Up N Let Anotha Man Blind you... Make Sure
Nuthin But Da Best He Provide you...
But Yea...

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
You Going To Sumbody Else... Ii Ant Tryna C It... But Knowin That Ii Gave you So Many Reasons
To Leave Me I Can Already C It... And All Da Trust Dat We Had Here... Afta Years N Years... Ii Neva Thought Dat It
All Disappear... But All My Secrets Have Not Ben Revealed... Itz All Ova Now And Ii Thinkif We Both Tried It Can Be Revealed...
But If Not... Ii Ant Trippin Here... I'm Still Ya nigga If Ya Eva Need love you Can Get It Here... N It'un Matta what He Dun To Ya... You Got
A Problem you Jus Holla N you Watch How Fast I Run To Ya... No Mata Wer you At I'm Cumn To Ya... Jus Look Ova Ya Shoulda 4 Me...
Yo this Soldier Ant Far From Ya... Mii Life Is Full Of Dark Nites... You A Star Ta Me... N can't Nobody Else Have you... You Already Tooken...
But If xxxx don't Go As Planned...
Look Here...

[Chorus x8]

Six 12's lyrics

Six 12's lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Talking - Webbie]
Whaaat!, Young Savage-Trill E-N-T
Man I ain't stoppin till it's over
I got that bass in this bitch, don't it... Look

[Verse 1 - Webbie]
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past ten
G shit I ain't even gotta rap it
I like to play the songs with a lot of slap in 'em
The amp turned up so it sound like this
My girl ask me why I like it loud like this
I got the five 9's across the back and I bet
You never seen a nigga with the pound like this
I ride by the club and everybody get loose
The hoes get to tootin, all the niggas get to bootin'
Don't nobody try me, know I'm quick to get to shootin'
I'm known around town as that lil'nigga with the music
Yeah I'm doin all good, and the cake not bad
I ain't lyin if I try it I can break my glass
The police pull me over, and they raid my cash
Mayne they be wishin they could take my ass

[Chorus - Webbie]
I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)
I got six 12's (you can tell)-I got six 12's (you can tell)

[Verse 2 - Webbie]
Mayne I really be trumpin, mayne I really be beatin
You can hear when I'm comin, you can hear when I'm leavin
I got it hooked up the sickest, so ain't no sense in competitin
And yo'shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakers
And we blowin and all, I got warrants and all
Done looked down at the phone-I done missed a few calls
Me and Boosie was thuggin, ballin out on them rims
He was tellin me somethin but I couldn't much hear 'em
'Cause the music was bumpin, I can barely much see it
'Cause we smokin on somethin that we just got from Korea
All the haters was watchin, guess they was checkin the paint
All the bitches was jockin, they look at us and faint
We done came to the top but niggas thought that we can't
Mayne this lil'nigga trippin he done waste all the drank
On my brand new interior you know the leather and mink
But I'm way past freight so that ain't nothin to me

[Chorus - Webbie]

[Verse 3 - Mouse]
Now when I cut it up the H, you hear that boom, boom, bow, blam
I block around the club they be like ooohweee, godamn
Everybody lookin tryna see who I am
Cut that number nine on when I play that(? Tripbam?)
Two supercharged amps with that air condition fan
The pipes sound good and the motor is a man
Lil'mama wanna ride but I've sort of made plans
I gotta go get my cousin Dougie Fresh up out the can
Then I'm goin' scoop Webbie, he goin to park the drop top
Just got my '94 Caprice up out the chop shop
Six pioneers mounted up in the block box
Me and Chev fuckin give a fuck if a cop watch
Old jams make them old folks wanna pop lock
Check me if ya want get ya stupid ass glock popped
Everywhere a nigga ride gotta be top knotch
We don't play a song up in that bitch if it ain't got knock

Retarded lyrics

Retarded lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Verse:]

I'm stackin, rappin but if I just so happen was iti probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthafuckin crown
I don't have no fuckin friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down
Coloaborate
Just fuck wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share
So I'm taking this shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one

[Chorus:]

I'm so retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheafuckin bitch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a nigga ballin
They rather see a nigga coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
Bitch nigga ragarded

[Verse 2:]

If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really
Ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J. Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
Vest up up wit my chest and stomach not be'cause I'm scared
But no they coming I hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
18 riding lacks nigga
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga
Yall ain't got do shit
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
Turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute this heat
I got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in this streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought I was gone where I'm gone go
I run this mutha fucker
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more
You gone gets wats mine
Oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good, still can get you rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da nigga wit da snow
2 let yall niggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it
What up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city nigga

[Chorus:]

My People lyrics

My People lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Chorus:]
In the club fucked up
I got my people with me
The hottest people in the city & I keep them with me
I'm solo, I'm cuttin' up, but now my people with me
I got my people with me, What! All my people with me [x2]

Fall off in the spot drunk as a fucking rhino
Everybody fresh, my people gon' get they shine on
Everybody buckin' ready to get up in sum shit
Everybody looking, I guess they heard we was in this bitch
They ain't no we was coming, fuck it we just had popped up
My earrings was blinging, these lights was driving my watch nuts
Haters I just mug'em, real niggas get dapped up, bitches I just hug'em
They wanna picture, we snappin' up
Nigga who is you? Look like a clown fo', you ain't with my people, then
People get from round us
You know I like to be with the one who booted around us, Ain't gon' lie, I
Kinda got jealous
She let my round hit. That's one thang about my people, We never gon' fuss
Or throw 'bows
'Cause all I really got is my people ya'll already know, & I put my life up
For my people
'Cause that's just how it goes, Nobody bet' not fuck with my people cause
These my fuckin' folks!

[Chorus:]

The gorilla be in me so when my people be with me All that gorilla come out
Me I get the screaming & shouting
Although my people in jail, see we ain't trippin' about it, cause they went
In for real reasons
All my people retarded, some of my people be trippin' but they my people
Regardless, they watch my back
When am slipping that's why I keep them around me
These my people, you probably catch us hangin' & clowin'
Ya'll can't fuck with my people because ain't no people like ours
On that drank with my people, we drank that shit by the fifth, on that dank
With my people,
Mane we've done smoke by the zip, pussy niggas look here, ya'll want no
Dealings with us
We got real killers with us, My people trill as the fuck, We ain't
Affiliated with us don't come chillin' with us
That's how these lil niggas out here be disappearing & stuff suggest that
You stay from out our circle dog
I'm serious cause, We blast out & beat all the security up

[Chorus:]

We don't barely come out so you know when we do (We comin')
We gonna let the whole city know we coming thru, Gotta come in sumthin' new
& that's just how it is
Fill up the V. I. P. With whips, My people riding big shit, These my people
Cause
They call the people thugs, Took ova the spot last week, shoulda seen how
Deep it was
Love how my people get it, "cause all my people give it, All the way out
There for my nigga
These my people listen, They really seen my nigga mane, that's why I talk
To him, I've done took lost for him
I knock you out for him, I got problems with choppas, I got friends with
Mac 10s, 100 to seek them
My people since back then, My people hyped up, My people bought essence
Got trill niggas & if you didn't come with us get back then, in the club we
Packed in & ready to set it off
I'm in here with my people & they crazy am telling ya'll

[Chorus:]

Mind Ya Business lyrics

Mind Ya Business lyrics song presented by Webbie :

• Mind Ya Business • | by Webbie
Hey, I need another plate nigga, fuck

Yup,
Im a get seconds, then im a get thirds, then im a get fourths, then im a get fifths, im a keep on eating.
Look

Niggas posted on they block
Nose way around the corner
Sniffin nutz around here
Man, you stay way around the corner
You been yapping like a hoe
That's what say around the corner
If you know it like i know
You better stay around the corner
I don't know shit about no murder
I was way in California
With bun b ridin dirty
Smoking purple all that morning
I don't know shit about no robbery
Throwing the wrong charges on me
I was chillin wit yo wife
While you was flightin, an she was lonely
All that pussy azz shit you niggas offering
I don't want it
I don't want to hit yo weed
And i don't wanna be yo homie
Man, let me make my cheese
Get the j's to match my jeans tee
Go post back up in my jeans
And let 'em go for 2 for 3
You around here saying my name
And claiming i ain't a beast
Regardless of my fame
Bitch i'll aim it up at yo cheek
Before i was rhyming on a beat
I was grindin on the street
Pussy ass nigga worrying bout me
Click, clak nigga

Say lil daddy, listen mind ya business
You just like one of these lil bitches, mind ya business
Being nosey, you your sickening, mind ya business
Ole police ass nigga, mind ya business
REPEAT 1

Like That lyrics

Like That lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Chorus:]
Like that like that, Bounce ya ass like that like that. Bounce that ass like that like that.
Bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyounce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a
Stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 1:]
Double shots of hennessy
Let it get you groovy.
Gone work yo ass do ya thang,
I'ma do me.
I done switched to doucher,
And the switcher got a room key.
Act like you auditioning for a video or movie,
Bend towards the floor I want your hands where your toes be.
Ima Squeze all on you booty all nasty,
Done made 18 girl I'm legal you can harass me.
Cash and a bemmer I can't seem to find a bad beat,
A big fat ass like Trina make me happy.
Titties shake thighs shake vibrate while she dancing,
Like to shake her ass like Ciara real fancy.
Wonder if Ciara can shake her ass on this lamp peice,
Betcha Jada Pinkett shake that ass real classy ain't ready for the real betacha she be actin Will have it.
You see me I'm picky I rap that ass,
I got a ask 50 how Vivica shake that ass

[Chorus:]
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 2:]
You see big fine you when I find you,
I'ma beat that pussy from behind you.
Show lil thang up girl I ain't tryin to,
I'm trill young savage boo must I remind you.
All I need is one night and a few minutes,
I'ma handle that there and then I'm through wit it.
Tell me is you bullshitin or is you cool wit it,
Our baby parents ain't got nothing to do wit it.
I want a J. Lo yonce' coke bottle shape object,
Cook soul food bake cake straight out the projects.
A female savage straight bad bitch prospect,
Baby Phat, Apple Bottem big booty Gucci and Prada.
I be lookin for the kinda lil mama that's bout some dollars,
350 dollar bottles that's all she want to swalla.
And if you aint a big balla she aint even trying to holla,
She gone take ya lil measly dollas and walk off like a model.

[Chorus:]
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

[Verse 3:]
I need something like Nia Long make you wanna bring her home,
Feed her bone and don't even treat her wrong.
Ever seen that movie monster ball,
Bend over like Halle Berry on that part when ole boy knocked her off.
I'ma dog I like it soft I like to rub I like to grip,
To tell the truth I like them loose cause me and my thugs we like to flip.
I like the friends who get involved all the broads say I'ma trip,
I like the picture takin pictures while you catch it on ya lip.
I like to sneek and take ya shoppin when ya niggas start to trip,
Drink my liquor out the bottle on his couch and watch you strip.
Stick a couple fingers in ya make it tickle make ya drip,
Make ya holla like I'm robbin ya like a pimp and then I dip.
I want to get an ounce of hydro get alicia eyes low take her to the suite and make her hit all of her
High notes.
Strapped up fa sho cause I don't trust no hoes anybody can go Eazy E perfect example.

[Chorus:]
Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black diva, like a stripper, up and down like
Flippa, bend over let me see it from the back. Like Beyonce, like Trina, like a big bootie ass black
Diva, like a stripper, up and down like flippa, bend over let me see it from the back.

Laid Way Back lyrics

Laid Way Back lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[verse 1:]
Man I live up in B. Are
Ima die up in B. Are
I got shit to do today so I can't die until tomorrow
I done stole a bag of dro I'm gettin high til tomorrow
Nigga play with me right now I'm bussin nine til tomorrow
My shit got a bad motor I aint promised til tomorrow
So as long as I got gas ima drive it til tomorrow
Lookin for a bitch that's bad so we can act until tomorrow
Put that hoe up on this dro and beat that ass until tomorrow
Baby momma ass just gonna be mad until tomorrow
Me and boosie rollin guards and acting bad til tomorrow
How bout we get pessy drunk and then stagger until tomorrow
Yo bitch tight, I wantta me borrow her, let me have her til tomorrow
Don't give a fuck about who smellin when it's comin out ya car
I'm inhalin and exhalin gettin blunted til tomorrow
Lets go posted up at the spot and make some change til tomorrow
If I'm laid shit I might do the same thang tomorrow

[chorus: (x4)]
Laid way back behind black gettin blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes

[verse 2:]
I was spose to go drop my red bone off or not
For some fit she trynna cop said she need right now
What had happen was I had stopped by my nigga B spot and he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was spose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
But a bitch had hit me on the phone and told me to come pick her up
'cause how she fuck my dick got hard
She tellin me how she so wide
She took those draws off and I forgot
Went to check the mailbox
Some sepeana from the mothafucka
Tellin me my court date in 2 weeks for beatin on my older woman
Showed up at that hoe apartment
Smokin somethin ran into her
Put it in her mouth and told her to drop it

[chorus: (x4)]

[verse 3:]
When I walk up in the mall with that big ass stack
Fresh kicks fresh boes with the jersey to match
You know I got to do it big nigga give me the hat
Manager comin out the back 'cause all he smell is that dro
When I go and see my hoes my eyes be all low
My clothes be full of smoke they mommas be knowin I'm blown
Them ghetto mommas don't trip they askin you got some mo
Let her momma hit the dro and she smell is that dro
When I hit the club they can tell
'cause I'm puttin it in the air
Hoes ask can they hit niggas askin is it for sale
Security don't be trippin they be puttin in tne air
When you in here that's all you smell high dro is what we smokin
When we be

[chorus: (x4)]

Independent lyrics

Independent lyrics song presented by Webbie :

(feat. Lil Boosie & Lil Phat from 3 Deep)

M. M. Mouse Dropped A Track

I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean Man [X2]
She Got Her Own House
She Got Her Own Car
Two Jobs Work Hard you A Bad Broad
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down

[Webbie:]
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean
Baby Phat Jus Relax Front Ya Own Flat Screen
Back Rubs Cook Clean And don't Make Her Make Her Seen
When you Call Her On Her Cellular
She Tell She don't Need
Not A God Damn Thing You A Hot Damn Thing
If you Think you Finna Get Her Wit A God Damn chain
You Insane Boy You Betta Get Some God Damn chain
She A Fool Been In School Even Walked Across The Stage
She Say I Love Webbie From His Looks To His Ways
The Stilletos The Jays Depend On How The Weather Look
Flip Flops Slippers Jus To Show Off The Pedicure
Flip Flop niggas Depend On How The Cheddar Look
She'll Buy Her Own I don't Think She 'll Never Look
In A Man Face Standin Waitin For Him To Take Care Of Her
She'll Rather Go To Work And Pay The Bills On Schedule

[Chorus:]
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean Man
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean
She Got Her Own House
She Got Her Own Car
Two Jobs Work Hard you A Bad Broad
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down

[Phat:]
She A Dumb Dime Keeper
Gutta Like Keisha
Work That Meat Up
She A Good Freaker
She Stay On Her shit
She Got Her Own shit
She don't Never Trip
All She Want Is That dick
She Bossy Flossy
Keep Them Hoes Off Me
Gutta Lil Slang Mane I Love When She Talkin
A Independent Chick Do you Kno what That Mean
She Cook She Clean Never Smell Like Onion Rings
22s On Her Whip Oh She Do It Large
And She Break A nigga Off Got A nigga Spoil
She A Bad Lil Chick A Fly Lil Chick
Hit Me On My Phone She Like To Buy That dick
Got Her Stunna Shades Lookin Like Something
Stallion Hair Long She A Nice Sumthing
She Like To Go To The Mall Everyday For A Outfit
Hair Did Nails Did Independent what She Call That

[Chorus:]
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean Man
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean
She Got Her Own House
She Got Her Own Car
Two Jobs Work Hard you A Bad Broad
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down

[Lil Boosie:]
She Got Her Own House
Drive Her Own Whip
Range Rover All White Like Her Toe Tips
She Got A Pretty Smile
Smell Real Good
The Only Time She Need Mane For That Good Jugg
They Buy The Bar Too
They Superstars Too
They Be Like You Aint Got No Money
Take You Broke Tell Home
Baby Phat They On
They Clothes Match They Phone
They Be Like Yea!! When They Song Come On
Leave The Club Kinda Early Cuz They Gotta Go To Work
I Mess Wit Supervisors Who Got Credit Like Big Turk
So Dusty Feet Please don't Bother Me
I Got Independent Dimes On My Mind Who Spoil Me
Coogi Hat Coogi Fit So Sick
That's A Gift From My Independent Chick Yes Sir
Tryna Get To Her Gotta Be Yourself Man
Cuz She Got Her Own Money
She don't Need No Help Man

[Chorus:]
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean Man
I N D E P E N D E N T Do You Kno what That Mean
She Got Her Own House
She Got Her Own Car
Two Jobs Work Hard you A Bad Broad
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down
If you Aint On Sit Down

I Know lyrics

I Know lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Speaking:]
Say mel and t mayne
I'm a make a nigga feel on this

[Pre-rap:]
Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(south baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns

[Chorus:]
God know I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god kno I kno
That somebody gon hate on me
But god kno I'm thug so
You kno lil boosie go and get skeet

[Verse 1:]
Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil nigga with that glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth
Can't stop the way we livin just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to
And god kno
And god know I'm thug life, you fuckin right
So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right
And god got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die
These youngin sling that iron it ain't no mo takin pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them delpids and some
Niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the southside
I'm thuggin with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk shit got hog tied
God know I know these niggas
Don't make me show these niggas
Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas
And I

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
God kno all the killas
He done walked with all them niggas
He done talked with all them niggas
Before they went sparked them trigger
He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists
These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators
Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain't stuntin
We do what we gotta do, to get that money
And god kno my past
I'm itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin a steal
And god kno my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it you in trouble
Only god kno, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
The street ain't promised to us niggas in that dirty south
Thas why I'm ridin with that nine I'm tryin make it out
And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no fuckin unity
They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me
So boosie be on other shit
Like jew-el-are-is and poppin chris
And mac on you a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw a lot of shit god kno I kno
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey
Killin my own people, servin my own uncles
And I

[Chorus:]

[prayer]
Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven

[Verse 3:]
But we stay reppin
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d
80 grams took my nigga, I'm missin ya petey
God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this
And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet
And god kno he raised me
When donkey went jonsin
Bronson kept me wide open
And that's a fact
But I kno they gon hate tho
Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so you can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace
Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked

[Chorus:]

[talking:]
Now if don't nobody now
God kno
Nigga you a hood rat
God kno
A nigga try to bring you down
He right on side you
God kno
Nigga tryin steal yo girl you had fears
God kno

I Got That lyrics

I Got That lyrics song presented by Webbie :

[Webbie Talking]

Boosie I swear to God Ima hurt one of these lil bitch azz niggaz in here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]

I fuck a bitch till she real tired
And I aint fuckin wit her less she real fine I gotta lot money I aint gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why you spit dat nut out bitch apologize it's real deal pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all you get is a big dick dat circumsized boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
You got dat li so ima get dat other kind a mothafuckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line ima
Stank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Them fuckin skeletons all in my closet and it no class experiment some missing bodies bitch

[Chorus:]

You want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef aint nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves fuck you nigga I aint throwin no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurgin I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as a alcoholic I'll woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle swang thru and bang you
No I don't think you heard me ku klux klan hang you then light you and burn you young savage what you wan do nigga

[Chorus:]
You wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3:]
[Boosie]

We come threw we stomp you, you owe us we chomp you we soldiers who want to knock a fuckin dome loose ima
Always be a savage ima always tote dat plastic ima always be smart so boosie always gon wear masks I'm gon
Always hit dat classic gon hold br down with a whip so sick dat make you boys turn around now we burnin off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown you other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who don't sleep we body bag niggaz and we toe tag da feet we fuckin in da back seat we aint playin
Wit no rookie we take dat money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw hoes pass'em down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds got syrup by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we aint tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin loaded you know me from lookin sported you know me from pistol toatin you know me from candy
Coatin my cars rollin wit superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life webbie)

I Don't Love Her lyrics

I Don't Love Her lyrics song presented by Webbie :

I love things about her
I love the way she treat me
I love the way she fuck me
I love the way she suck me

I love things about her
I love the way she treat me
I love the way she fuck me
I love the way she suck me

I'mma trapholic, all I do is ball
Tear the mall down, now trick
Don't flag me down, see me downtown rarri
I didn't mean to shit on you, excuse me, sorry

Verse so slick, make my video marvelous
Polo to the floor, Ralph down like Carlton
Try the ceo they gone put you on a carton
I didn't mean no harm but my diamonds are dumb
Plenty rocks on my arm

Me and Rocko the Don, East Atlanta the Slum
Where I'm from got a gun in the club havin' fun
And after it's done no more coaches to call it
After party, bachelor party, they shoulda called it

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)

Man, I love the way she shake it, I like her 'cause she groovy
Love to see her naked, I love to watch a movie
I like her, she the coolest
Good head on her shoulders, I love the way she use it

Ay, I like the way she fuck me, love the way she suck me
Love how every time we play she catch it like rugby
I love she know what's up with me, she love me 'cause I'm gutta
I like a lot about her though but still don't love her

Still super cool though, yeah, she my luh buddy
She be sharper than a pencil, yeah, she my luh cutty
Shawty, say I'm dirty but when I see her she wanna hug me
Super swagga, carats make all my bitches love that

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)

I love how she be swallowin' my nut then she be throwin' me up
I like the way she fuck but still I hate when she be blowin' me up
All the bustas, ah, sweat her, only ballers can get her
She a flipper, I love she do whatever I tell her

Yeah, I like her a lot but still don't love her at all
I hate pussy ass niggas and I'm in love with them all
I got a crush on white diamonds and I got a thang for their tush
That sour diesel my favorite, you betta watch how you look

Quick to take ya 'lil diva and treat that hoe like a s***
She was suckin' on Gucci, I had my dick in her butt
You know I'm bad, bitch crazy, 187's my favorite
Infatuated with money free boosie, boo the streets crazy

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)

I love things about her
(But don't love her)
I love the way she treat me
(But don't love her)

I love the way she fuck me
(But don't love her)
I love the way she suck me
(But still don't love her)