Youngbloodz Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 2

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 22:58

It's The Money

Now it's the money, that make this here world round And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you ****ed up, lay em' down for his
But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your blessin's nigga

Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
Till' when you couldn't get nothin'
for that little girl that you were courtinAnd done always been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethinThe reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click click pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawtCause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:01

Just A Dream

It ain't a thang in this world thats 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 ****, 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 thats 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
Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause ain't no tellin' whats 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 "**** 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...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:05

Lean Low

(Sean Paul)
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

(Seal Paul)
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

(J Bo)
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 mother****ers 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 moWe in the mix, backfacin' cuz 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
Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better

(Backbone)
Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold
Ima 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
Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the droI stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im 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 **** 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...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:08

Mind On My Money

(Sean Paul)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

(Sean Paul)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it
It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready
Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues

(J Bo)
Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow
Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough
And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made
So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase
In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed
That time waits for no one, so God, I pray
Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed
So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void
Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change
From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game
So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip
Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped)

(Sean Paul)
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the **** up out my way a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paper
Im a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equipped
Aint ****in' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread
Duckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some head
Bringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swole
Workin' the streets, now they know they my hoes

(J Bo)
I must ain't had it, I gotta get it
Nothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wicked
You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' better
But keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weather
Stackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission
Trappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin
And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin
Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:15

Presidential

[Sean Paul (Lil Jon)]
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 (Okaayy)

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 Rees (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 ehy)

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 sh** George Bush.. (George Bush)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (Like dıs)
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 sh**
Now put 'em up to the sky ya get f***ed, 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 f***
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 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 sh** George Bush (George Bush)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (Like dıs)
Get crunk big big big big big

(Sean paul)
I fill a big bank, and drank drank
Thats 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 flaws except breaking the law
Niggas call me dope, cuz I'm hard and I'm raw
Can't call me dat fiend wasn't here to make ya coffin
It's 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 sh** George Bush (George Bush)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (Like dıs)
Get crunk big big big big big...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:18

Shakem Off

(Sean Paul)
Sean Paul, gotta get 'em drunk
Gotta shakem' off in the club, get it crunk
Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need
Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees
Ya know I'm kinda picky, like my girls tricky
Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky
Sho' nuff, know to blow, that's how thangs go
Charge it to da game, ya know I gotta lay low
So tell me how ya know everything gravy
You're under to the cover 'cause my homeboy paid me
These gulls goin crazy, ya gotta shakem' off
They be all up in yo grill and I be all up in they mouth, ho

So shakem' off (Shakem' Off)
Shakem' off (Shakem' Off)
What's up, it's Youngbloodz, we shakem' off (Shakem' Off)

(J Bo)
They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut 'em loose
And let 'em bend wit that wind as I guzzle duece
Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point
Must revolve 'cause these broads wanna lock dat joint
And pick pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose
Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called
Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go
To show that what she is, is nothin moBut a hungry simple freak that'll take yo cash
And laugh and be gone so long you can't even ask
And from what's left, you envy without a dime
So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line

(Sean Paul)
Well I'm Sean Paul, I got gulls galore
You might get a lot of cut but I gets much more

(J Bo)
Well I'm J Bo, got these broads in check
Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex

(Sean Paul And J Bo)
We Be Them Youngbloodz

(Sean Paul)
Them boyz that got dat mean mugg

(J Bo)
Stompin in the club, boy gon' get ya scrubbed

(Sean Paul)
I got them gulls goin for that low-low

(J Bo)
Boy get yourself some face befo' ya let that girl go...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:20

Thangs Movin' Slow

Yeah, Attic Crew, Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga
Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga
Um, Mark Twayne

Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once moGoing once, going twice, got the O for the LOW
Got my cheese in the soil, tryin' to make my flow grow
Hell no, never fall off
Slip pimpin', you can get it hard or get it soft
All day, round the clock tryin' to get it in
I ain't worried bout' the rich, cause I'm in the wind
All I got is my folks, Lord forgive me for my sins
And if this ain't for me, please make me thank again
Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws
Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws
While I'm out here, please let me come up
And watch my every step so I don't have to duck
Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?
Hit me on the hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up
Rabbit on my head all day for good luck
On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a ****

So what you got, when you ain't got nothing to show
Thangs movin' slow, can't get your hands on no blow
Ain't got no flow, naw, need some quick cash
If hustlin' is the answer nigga, get up off your ass

I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough
Been hustlin' these verses, ain't got a damn thang to show
I keep my head up, because I feel it's bout to pop
Done heard about a deal going down at the dock
Critics say it don't stop, til' you get it and it's gone
It's all about the fett', set it off, get it crunk
You catch me on the corner, I'll be buddy with the sacks
Off in the studio it be Twayne with the tracks
Fire, fire, like that dope gettin' smoked everyday
Got a call from my source, he on the way with the llell' (yeah)
Coming in from overseas, bout' 82 ki's
Not a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave
Get the cheese, make away with the blow
Slip in the door, right before we do the show
Mr. Dope Man, your looking kinda sick
Thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit

So what you got now, you out of luck
Sellin' your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck
But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow
And pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the flow
It's toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas
And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece
Of these Youngbloodz, bustin' 30 slugs, so just perhaps
You crawlin' out of a shell
Finding ways up out these traps
Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own
And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known
And do know, you in a ball of burning hell
So might as well take a ride on the weed into the A-T-L
And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned
So what's the first attempt when they got you on the run
With fun, they shootin' tons of shots, so whose to blame
Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:22

U Way (How We Do It)

So how we do it when we do it shawty, U way
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U way
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U way
It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U way

(Sean Paul)
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk

(J Bo)
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go U Way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see I'm gone on that get right fluid

(Sean Paul)
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls

(J Bo)
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U way) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump ta hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next...

Youngbloodz

**Prenses** · 07.11.08, 23:25

Youngbloodz Intro And 6 P's Interlude

Youngbloodz

[Dana Lewis (scratching)]
"Get 'em off" "Sean Paul"
"Get 'em off" "J Bo"
Youngbloodz "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz"

(Sean Paul)
Now do you got what it take?
Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood?
The elite, drankin, smokin them dubs - too much give a ****
Cadillac ridin dubs so nigga what?
I whip them X on them Vogues them Cadillac with fo' do's
I had about three chunky hoes, to make that thang up fo' shoMe and my niggaz we roll, fifty trips to the stoThem and in and outta way police knockin at my doRemember dis bitch nigga, used hit ya with bows
Now cock it back 32 times and let that bitch unload

(J Bo)
See I'm about to letcha know, about the Y to the O to the U-N-G
To the B to the L to the double O, D-Z is who we be
Youngbloodz, we whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a ****
So watch out know, cuz really; I don't think you even wanna buck
and act on us, so hush that fuss
before we bust, so don't press ya luck
Because it ain't much, as we construct
To lay you down on the ground
So what with backseat, we gon' clown
Better tell you wussies don't make a sound
As we take you on a journey, comin live from the A Town

[Dana Lewis (scratching)]
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"
Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off"

Youngbloodz

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07.11.08, 22:58	#11 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	It's The Money It's The Money Now it's the money, that make this here world round And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot I came in this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work See some niggas live, and some niggas die I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine But believe it's the money, that make you want mine Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills Money got you ****ed up, lay em' down for his But homeboy still, you ain't even came up The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached You'd better count your blessin's nigga Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans Till' when you couldn't get nothin' for that little girl that you were courtinAnd done always been bout' how much paper you got That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock That money can make you, or break you Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big boy six hundred Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethinThe reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty You gotta get it in, the only way you know how Whether you click click pow or you delivering flowers Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawtCause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:01	#12 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Just A Dream Just A Dream It ain't a thang in this world thats 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 **, 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 thats 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 Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you Better listen up now, cause ain't no tellin' whats 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 "** 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... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:05	#13 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Lean Low Lean Low (Sean Paul) 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 (Seal Paul) 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 (J Bo) 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 mother**ers 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 moWe in the mix, backfacin' cuz 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 Cuz we the same old fools slidin' thru yo' town So on yo' mark, get ready for this brand new era Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better (Backbone) Stay workin' back do', till every sack is sold Ima 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 Cuz aww shit, lil' buddy fire the droI stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes Im puttin' on the scene, and let the champagne flow Im 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 ** 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... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:08	#14 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Mind On My Money Mind On My Money (Sean Paul) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) (Sean Paul) I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound Long as my bitch ridin', I'll put a nigga down Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start Something in your chest, then open up your heart Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me Ima run it, put somethin' on it, instead of bet it It's that money, don't make no money, buddy I'm ready Can I get it? It's win or lose, you know the rules We rollin', we didn't hit it, now pay your dues (J Bo) Now when it comes to gettin' that cash flow Im all about that paper, no credit, just straight dough And for all who don't know, there's money out to be made So get it while you can, and still it's just a phase In the eyes of a hustler nigga, you'd be amazed That time waits for no one, so God, I pray Try hard not to fall thru life stuck unemployed So instead I keep on livin' what's given within my void Put a end after hours scrapin' up all my change From quarters to dimes, as you see, this ain't no game So pick up on your pimpin', get on it and never slip Cuz all on my mind is my money fully gripped (fully gripped) (Sean Paul) Just call me, the money maker, bread taker Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper May do me a favor, stay the ** up out my way a The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater No bumpin' heads, when it come to gettin' this paper Im a player, runnin' wit the, hand that was dealt Flippin' my work, ridin' the left, fully equipped Aint **in' wit hoes, unless talkin 'bout bread Duckin' these streets, givin' these strangers some head Bringin' it back, makin' sho', my pockets swole Workin' the streets, now they know they my hoes (J Bo) I must ain't had it, I gotta get it Nothin' to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it Shakin' these haters down the line, they somethin' wicked You on a roll then pay yo' dues, then buy a ticket Gather your cheddar 'round this world, there's nothin' better But keep it boomin' like a system, thru any weather Stackin' my green, that's somethin good, I'm on a mission Trappin' hard just like I should, no penny pinchin And for the gold, we steady missin', and reminisin Buy some S, ain't even hittin', so stop yo' flippin Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know There ain't no playin' wit my thang when you see my foe Act like ya know... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:15	#15 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Presidential Presidential [Sean Paul (Lil Jon)] 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 (Okaayy) 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 Rees (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 ehy) 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 sh George Bush.. (George Bush) How we do it? (how we do it?) Like dis (Like dıs) 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 sh Now put 'em up to the sky ya get f*ed, 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 f* 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 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 sh George Bush (George Bush) How we do it? (how we do it?) Like dis (Like dıs) Get crunk big big big big big (Sean paul) I fill a big bank, and drank drank Thats 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 flaws except breaking the law Niggas call me dope, cuz I'm hard and I'm raw Can't call me dat fiend wasn't here to make ya coffin It's 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 sh George Bush (George Bush) How we do it? (how we do it?) Like dis (Like dıs) Get crunk big big big big big... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:18	#16 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Shakem Off Shakem Off (Sean Paul) Sean Paul, gotta get 'em drunk Gotta shakem' off in the club, get it crunk Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees Ya know I'm kinda picky, like my girls tricky Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky Sho' nuff, know to blow, that's how thangs go Charge it to da game, ya know I gotta lay low So tell me how ya know everything gravy You're under to the cover 'cause my homeboy paid me These gulls goin crazy, ya gotta shakem' off They be all up in yo grill and I be all up in they mouth, ho So shakem' off (Shakem' Off) Shakem' off (Shakem' Off) What's up, it's Youngbloodz, we shakem' off (Shakem' Off) (J Bo) They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut 'em loose And let 'em bend wit that wind as I guzzle duece Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point Must revolve 'cause these broads wanna lock dat joint And pick pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go To show that what she is, is nothin moBut a hungry simple freak that'll take yo cash And laugh and be gone so long you can't even ask And from what's left, you envy without a dime So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line (Sean Paul) Well I'm Sean Paul, I got gulls galore You might get a lot of cut but I gets much more (J Bo) Well I'm J Bo, got these broads in check Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex (Sean Paul And J Bo) We Be Them Youngbloodz (Sean Paul) Them boyz that got dat mean mugg (J Bo) Stompin in the club, boy gon' get ya scrubbed (Sean Paul) I got them gulls goin for that low-low (J Bo) Boy get yourself some face befo' ya let that girl go... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:20	#17 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Thangs Movin' Slow Thangs Movin' Slow Yeah, Attic Crew, Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga Yeah, yeah, my nigga, its Attic Crew and Cooley C my nigga Yeah, Youngbloodz, Youngbloodz and Cooley C my nigga Um, Mark Twayne Now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don't come to me And everything I say that be on the blow Rap for the love of money, stack it up once moGoing once, going twice, got the O for the LOW Got my cheese in the soil, tryin' to make my flow grow Hell no, never fall off Slip pimpin', you can get it hard or get it soft All day, round the clock tryin' to get it in I ain't worried bout' the rich, cause I'm in the wind All I got is my folks, Lord forgive me for my sins And if this ain't for me, please make me thank again Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws While I'm out here, please let me come up And watch my every step so I don't have to duck Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck? Hit me on the hill nigga, I'm a' sack it up Rabbit on my head all day for good luck On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a **** So what you got, when you ain't got nothing to show Thangs movin' slow, can't get your hands on no blow Ain't got no flow, naw, need some quick cash If hustlin' is the answer nigga, get up off your ass I walk about the crib, with my mind on the dough Been hustlin' these verses, ain't got a damn thang to show I keep my head up, because I feel it's bout to pop Done heard about a deal going down at the dock Critics say it don't stop, til' you get it and it's gone It's all about the fett', set it off, get it crunk You catch me on the corner, I'll be buddy with the sacks Off in the studio it be Twayne with the tracks Fire, fire, like that dope gettin' smoked everyday Got a call from my source, he on the way with the llell' (yeah) Coming in from overseas, bout' 82 ki's Not a word to be said, everybody hit your knees, lets leave Get the cheese, make away with the blow Slip in the door, right before we do the show Mr. Dope Man, your looking kinda sick Thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit So what you got now, you out of luck Sellin' your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow And pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the flow It's toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece Of these Youngbloodz, bustin' 30 slugs, so just perhaps You crawlin' out of a shell Finding ways up out these traps Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known And do know, you in a ball of burning hell So might as well take a ride on the weed into the A-T-L And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned So what's the first attempt when they got you on the run With fun, they shootin' tons of shots, so whose to blame Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:22	#18 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	U Way (How We Do It) U Way (How We Do It) So how we do it when we do it shawty, U way That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U way We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U way It's Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U way (Sean Paul) Youngbloodz, back on mo' time Wanna get yo Billy Dee, ya know I got mine Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk Roll wit 45, 12 Peeves in my trunk Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need First some Billy Dee, second drank Hennessee Center of attention, all eyes are on me Oh, that's Sean Paul a.k.a. Sean Grease Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south And every week at the club he always get kicked out I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk And Colt 45 gon' forever get drunk (J Bo) Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it Get in the club, make the crowd go U Way It aint no thang shawty, get right to it And see I'm gone on that get right fluid (Sean Paul) I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls Ohh lord, look at these broads Wanna holla 'cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls (J Bo) From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed Youngbloodz, Attic Crew, (U way) is what it be See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind Wit 50 mo' Attic Fools shawty, steppin in We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah I done cut her too Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain I am I, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain So get on up and just bounce Wit the hump ta hump off in the trunk, so just bounce Now come on and jump on befo' you get left This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next... Youngbloodz

07.11.08, 23:25	#19 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Youngbloodz Intro And 6 P's Interlude Youngbloodz Intro And 6 P's Interlude Youngbloodz [Dana Lewis (scratching)] "Get 'em off" "Sean Paul" "Get 'em off" "J Bo" Youngbloodz "Get 'em off" "Youngbloodz" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" (Sean Paul) Now do you got what it take? Do you know how it feel to be a Youngblood? The elite, drankin, smokin them dubs - too much give a ** Cadillac ridin dubs so nigga what? I whip them X on them Vogues them Cadillac with fo' do's I had about three chunky hoes, to make that thang up fo' shoMe and my niggaz we roll, fifty trips to the stoThem and in and outta way police knockin at my doRemember dis bitch nigga, used hit ya with bows Now cock it back 32 times and let that bitch unload (J Bo) See I'm about to letcha know, about the Y to the O to the U-N-G To the B to the L to the double O, D-Z is who we be Youngbloodz, we whassup, don't give a damn, don't give a ** So watch out know, cuz really; I don't think you even wanna buck and act on us, so hush that fuss before we bust, so don't press ya luck Because it ain't much, as we construct To lay you down on the ground So what with backseat, we gon' clown Better tell you wussies don't make a sound As we take you on a journey, comin live from the A Town [Dana Lewis (scratching)] Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz "Young-bloodz" "Get 'em off" Youngbloodz

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