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Youngbloodz Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Billy Dee Interlude (Big Boi) Uh huh, yeah, y'knahmtalkinbout? A Town connection right heah You got Youngbloodz, uhh featurin Daddy Fatsack, y'knahmtalkinbout? Outkast, y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, like dis check it out (sung) I know you're waitin for daddy, it won't be long shawty Be patient cause I'm comin to you Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy I don't want nothin to keep me from you (J-Bo) Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good with a six pack a that Colt 45 just like I should And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this hoe tonight So I'ma get a call, from this broad Run the game like she ain't ready But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady like Betty Crocker, the face doctor just as she swallows with passion So now she braggin, laggin behind What questions she now be askin, so time is passin Now I'm mashin on, I'm gone, livin in the world of hoes So I suppose, it's goin down deep in yo' city Cause in these parts, ain't nuthin bad hard times Now shawty, please, really (Big Boi) Sheeeit I'm lookin for anythang, gonna cut'em up like everythang, in my stable Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able But these hoes will get on your nerves **** all that kickin 'em to the curb You lackin that tolerance; You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor anstab out to the cajun crab house or the Jamaican cat house or the college, frat house for the gul you just, mad house that rat house And get you some scrub, she ain't ya girl Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi I'm slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl Don't, don't be givin no gifts boi On the first date or the worst date I'm goin all the way on the first play Like Hail Mary's to field goals I think I was put here to drill hoes For real doe; and while you blowin up my, bar I'm off in your purse to get my gas money then I'm back on the 'spressway And I'm out this verse, ge yeah (Sean Paul) Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy Bad lil' bitch, add her straight to my collection Jump in my 'llac, in my pocket got protection For thangs to go down, see I ain't playin around Got a half a tank of gas, I'm 85 Southbound It's a long ass way, I'm from the 20 side of thangs She said it's dead serious, hot like some lighter flames Oh you know how it go, I'm the nigga, she the hoe She told me some mo', I shut my Cadillac doMy hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground Ain't got my license, back so I need to slow down Now I'm scrapin the flo', shawty ain't got on no drawers Man I'm breakin the law, tryna' get me this broad I don't know what it is, but shawty fine as hell Slum type that I like, straight from A-T-L Shawty yeah... Youngbloodz |
6 To 14 In 12 6 To 14 In 12 6 to 14 in 12, y'all mother****ers slow as hell It ain't no mo' going to jail Cuz' my folk ain't got no mo' bail Cuz' 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 **** 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 (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 flatTryin' 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 ****ed 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 bragginAin't a damn thang funny, what the hell this be boutTell me where the **** 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 mother****in' 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, **** this shit, man I gotta call my momma, man **** 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 ****in' around (J Bo) I can't help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can't **** witNow 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... Youngbloodz |
Booty Club Playa Booty Club Playa You'se just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp) A hit the club, spend the dub (ol' sucka ass self) (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 cuz?" 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 (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 gentlemens And then after then, I'm a' go and head over to Magic City Where I can get slizzard some mo', and see alot 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 (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 winOn the dance wit' chaShawty 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 LacAnd 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... Youngbloodz |
Cadillac Pimpin Cadillac Pimpin (Cutty) I'm chillin, wood spinnin No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin I'm cruisin, hoes choosin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin Spoke spinnin, gold grillin Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin Keep ridin, car slidin That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin (J Bo) Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur Dodging these **** niggaz who figure we outta splurge And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin I'm quakin, ridin on out am I gon make it? And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho (Sean Paul) Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too And give truth to these suckas something overdue Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do Old school, slant back with a jigga too Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac All day I don't know how to act Got this game down pat, sure be running the track Get some money from these hoes and see how they react Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that (Sean Paul) I got a 'Lac with a rag, Loui Vuitton top Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot I'ma be a last nigga from the ATL Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell When you see me in the street, holla at me playa My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel (J Bo) Say what, gather round for this two door show We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow Cuz this shit'll never end through the eyes of my foes... Youngbloodz |
Damn Damn (Intro) 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 dis 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-C 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 mother****er, 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 (Lil' Jon) If you don't give a damn, we don't give a **** If you don't give a damn, we don't give a **** If you don't give a damn, we don't give a **** If you don't give a damn, we don't give a **** 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 cuz 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 Cuz 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 wanna 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 (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 Mean muggin' like a mother****er my hand on my dick (J Bo) Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85 And hit you with that U Way so look here 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 thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows... Youngbloodz |
Down Heya (In The South) Down Heya (In The South) And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets To the two door Capri, crunk out with the beat We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood In the Delta 88', with that Georgia license plate These niggas don't know They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team Know what I mean? Some shit have a nigga stressed out Make him small fast Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one time while these hoes Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that **** shit I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio Now see I jumps up, without a doubt Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out Through the whirl wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in. Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in Its the Attic Crew, no flaw within We them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe Cause J Bo is who I be, won't **** with you, don't **** with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can ****ing be Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts Before you **** around and bite the dust Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them?cruts'? A day late and a dolla' short On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat 22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three U double T's? What it ain't gonna be, what it is Over years I been scratching and scraping Still ain't came up with nay thin', let everybody get they time to shine Still waitin' on mine, In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole God knows where the next one, for dead Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling boutOnly bit ?fake chasers? I'm tryin' to waste Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packinSlackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store With the blow, don't show no flow As long as though, see hit the gas flow Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart ****in' around, gonna get you ****ed up 4:30, the hill, law gone? Always underestimated, great don't gives a ****, don't make mistakes Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head Drag your ass across the club, heard what I ****in' said? We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets Capric e and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the beat You might no understand a damn thang that I speak I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't What the **** you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank From the freeze tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the Vougues With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man... Youngbloodz |
Drankin Patnaz Drankin Patnaz And not once but twice am I back on line Remarkably delivering these words of mine And when I come forth I come with such a force You believe that it's been nice since the last time you felt the need And that's to get loose and let you soul be free Cause when we step out in this vision you gon' surely see And aint no way in hell we gon' let that ride While you huggin' on the wall bein' cool denied Now it done jumped off in the blind of an eye And everybody's off the hook feelin' good and high Cause it's the last call for alcohol so just jook and drink and have a ball cause' we gon' party long until the wee hours And will it ever end I truly don't doubt it Youngbloodz is the truth you seen now go shout it And come back tomorrow and watch the world crowd it My drankin patna, my ace, my dawg, know who I'm gon' call My drankin patna, my ace boon coon, when it's time to cut the fool My drankin' patna, my buddy, by cuzz, loud when he get 'em a buzz My drankin' patna, my nigga, my folk, gotta drink and he got to smoke, my drankin patna You know I'm a come in a blunt of 'dro and a corner of hen' My drankin patna get to it 'fore the day begin Spillin' hen' all up in the Benz I'm try'na get to my patna so he can sip some wit' me We get drunk, bein' tipsy for sissies Just might get locked up Cause I can't stop the swervin' have these rims keep hittin' the curves And just me and my roll dawg always go half when he got it man he won't crash my mo'****in' patna hit the trap, cut it, roll it, and smoke it and still got some to put in the glass my nigga just ought a fill up my cup see I'm a drunk and man I can't get enough and when I'm wit' my patna, aint worried bout who drunk the liquor 'cause I know it won't nothin' but us See that's my dawg, that's my folk, that's my buddy The nigga that I call to smoke Drankin' good, him and I, on the go Cup for cup, blow for blow, high or low, In da wind, crashin' in, settin' it off, pass the henOut the in, crunk as eva, and still at it again Chic'd up, on the flo' its just me and my drankin patna I'm only hittin' the club wit' a drank of low, getting' drunk off a dub **** around get knocked up when your folk wanna slow up You **** around and get popped in yo' ****in' wit' my patna We don't play those games and kind of slizzard, but we neva been lame I'm at the bar with my patna spendin' all my change try'na get it all once again with my... Youngbloodz |
Get It How We Get It Get It How We Get It I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime Know what I'm saying? Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga Know what I'm sayin', get this money man, know what I mean? See I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga Send your weak body floating in the river Ways of the day, man nobody knows If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44. Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no moMan, **** this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go go Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho Cause we some full time grinders, hard time hustlas Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust From tracks to traps, slabs to raps Spread a little round', make it all come back Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass So get your face up out the floor And know that it's real Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live My life day by day, in the way I only should So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast And in a flash, you back at home Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep Now take a peep, and tell me what you see It's dem boys from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old **** shit Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up Ain't no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a **** I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made 10% in church, oh it's a business now Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit Oh now you feelin' this, I knew you would though A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood broI went from trapped thang off in this rap game Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise They say they know the deal, they say it's all real They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the bill I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil... Youngbloodz |
Hot Heat Hot Heat Yeah Early morning to late night,hey Gonna give it to ya', just like you like,hey Lettin' the world know just what it be, hey Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! Forever grind on this here concrete,hey You can quote every word that I speak,hey Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease,hey And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do We finna' act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down SWATS, mean mugs and thugs The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs Hear what I say, don't play no games, its automatic hit yaThey say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha Jump out four doors, let me get that there Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat Gear it up, you seen this here before black You on your last and only way of ever living And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S Put an S on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit yaComin' dead off to you ****ing raw, like underdogs See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin' on that other shit Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man Here, its an ugly thang, I'm back on these streets again Own the strength (strem ph), I'm known to limp Everything is against da grain Can't you tell, A-T-L, sack it up, make it sale Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle Big time playa, never scared, hill top nigga, never fell Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here?death or trill? Ain't no time, **** around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes Chill the Mo',?, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't **** with mine Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't **** with mine... Youngbloodz |
Imma Shine Imma Shine Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint nothing to it to it I'll take it (i take it) I feel it (i feel it) I'll flip it (ill flip it) Pull it pull it ill straight get it Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Enough dont believe you dont succeed And if you dont apply you wont achieve You keep ya head up high Feet down low follow your heart Till you get to the door Bells and wheels and wheels away Never trust a soul im here to say Stop dependin on and be yourself And grab a hold and dont look left So take a swing and heres your chance You got nothing to lose so make a stance The clock is tickin and time aint waitin with ya All alone see thats what your facin Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint 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 Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in might The crunk hatin Ya I know imma make the albums pay for this Imma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this And I dont steal for this I pimp for this Ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this What happen to the struggle its called And eviction notice Now people strong self evicken notice Perscription cops serve keep it real That fine but if I get wit it imma 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 of meals in a vine And a new whip for the wife Top that shit this is my life Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint 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 Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint 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 Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Imma shine, Im gonna make it Aint 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 Imma climb I aint waitin Theres no need with the money im makin For streetin for chasin we get it in The crunk hatin Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it... Youngbloodz |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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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