Freedom lyrics - The Clipse
[Pusha-T:]
With every line written, And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit,
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble T-Roy,
It's just a D-Boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
And didn't even flinch,
Yuuch
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
She can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus muthafucka!
Just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
And true is true
Cocaine aside
All of the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I owe you all
[Malice:]
This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
I see the error of my ways over time
Never to return, Malicous has been refined
Like wine with time, I get better
Napa Valley Vintage my flow is fermented
Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
Behind that red curtain the devil and his pitch fork
Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for? "
How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking
And I was lusting
We were both out of order
I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man
I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand
Bitch
With every line written, And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit,
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what could I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble T-Roy,
It's just a D-Boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
And didn't even flinch,
Yuuch
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch I ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
She can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus muthafucka!
Just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
And true is true
Cocaine aside
All of the bloggers behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to
I owe you all
[Malice:]
This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line
I touch the hem Gods work is so divine
I see the error of my ways over time
Never to return, Malicous has been refined
Like wine with time, I get better
Napa Valley Vintage my flow is fermented
Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar
Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow
Never mind my car, careful what you wish for
Behind that red curtain the devil and his pitch fork
Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for? "
How was I to know I was happy being piss poor
No whore, that's not love, we was fucking
I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking
And I was lusting
We were both out of order
I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter
Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man
I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands
Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans
Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand
Bitch
Popular Demand (Popeye's) lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Cam'Ron, Pharrell)
[Pharrell - Chorus]
Yeah! Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
[Pusha-T (Pharrell)]
You are now listening to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano though
But don't get it twis-ted the Uzi's in the lining though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like pirahnas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the shit's astronomical
Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominos
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know!
(Yeah that bitch was hot..)
Yeah yeah but it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe!
[Chorus]
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
[Cam'Ron]
DAMMMNNN! Mami good down? to the cuticles
I'm CAMMMM -- What's your name Beautiful?
Like MANNNN I could get used to you
Or the RAMMM, if you knew what I used to do
But call me Uncle yeah Uncle Cam
I tax 'em. (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle gram
From below you tumble get merked on the humble
ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on the hip
ANNNNDD I keep a Pharrell with the? Clipse
Drive a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
I know ya moms well -- Tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy that got ya mother high
Coke like a ca-ter-pillar I make butter-flyyyyy
[Chorus]
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
[Malice]
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snowcaps to avoiding the kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way home like a road map I fathered this
If I mislead any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost they saying they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it made me a light sleeper
Whether watching for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
We're deeper than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep coming back
Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is Repent unh!
[Chorus]
Yeah! Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
[Pusha-T (Pharrell)]
You are now listening to The All-Time Phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm laying out at the Delano though
But don't get it twis-ted the Uzi's in the lining though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like pirahnas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the C-L the shit's astronomical
Hoes lining up on the curb they fall like dominos
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fucking LeBron, but shit I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P let 'em know!
(Yeah that bitch was hot..)
Yeah yeah but it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe!
[Chorus]
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
[Cam'Ron]
DAMMMNNN! Mami good down? to the cuticles
I'm CAMMMM -- What's your name Beautiful?
Like MANNNN I could get used to you
Or the RAMMM, if you knew what I used to do
But call me Uncle yeah Uncle Cam
I tax 'em. (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle gram
From below you tumble get merked on the humble
ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on the hip
ANNNNDD I keep a Pharrell with the? Clipse
Drive a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
I know ya moms well -- Tell ya mother Hi.
I'm the other guy that got ya mother high
Coke like a ca-ter-pillar I make butter-flyyyyy
[Chorus]
Yeah, Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you could hit me don't you?
Heh, You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
That new C-L fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demannnd
[Malice]
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of snowcaps to avoiding the kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancing with the stars stepping on blow doing the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way home like a road map I fathered this
If I mislead any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost they saying they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept in the crib it made me a light sleeper
Whether watching for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper.
We're deeper than rap money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep coming back
Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is Repent unh!
[Chorus]
Kinda Like A Big Deal lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Kanye West)
Til the casket drops
Third times a charm right?
Hehe ha
Come on!
[Verse 1:]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable u see my warning gives u big chills
The flow runnin on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin,
Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin
Champagne we're pourin
Re-up is the gang and I'm all in!
To the powder & the flame I have fallin!
Get money blow money is my callin
Yea! Watch a n-a burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push!
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the-
It's more than a feeling ain't it?
I be killin dame it, I'm illin and I'm illin' -
Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be
Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Yea people I said Marshalls we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class-
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went Raw dog three strokes
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 3:]
Lights, cameras, action!
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin the ring, n-s ya cash in
It's like stoppin a train,
N-a think he's stoppin my reign
Talk slick while droppin my name?
I'm puttin ya'll to shame, diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies & gentle-man, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average joe
But just as you reap, so shall u sow...
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
Third times a charm right?
Hehe ha
Come on!
[Verse 1:]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable u see my warning gives u big chills
The flow runnin on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin,
Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin
Champagne we're pourin
Re-up is the gang and I'm all in!
To the powder & the flame I have fallin!
Get money blow money is my callin
Yea! Watch a n-a burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push!
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the-
It's more than a feeling ain't it?
I be killin dame it, I'm illin and I'm illin' -
Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be
Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Yea people I said Marshalls we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class-
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went Raw dog three strokes
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
[Verse 3:]
Lights, cameras, action!
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin the ring, n-s ya cash in
It's like stoppin a train,
N-a think he's stoppin my reign
Talk slick while droppin my name?
I'm puttin ya'll to shame, diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies & gentle-man, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average joe
But just as you reap, so shall u sow...
[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...
Showing Out lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Yo Gotti & Pharrell)
[Verse 1: ~Pusha T~]
Ho I'm major, that shit nothin
Young nigga, old money, benjamin button
Seein through ya pokerface, that nigga bluffin
Ladies goin gaga for a nigga tryna fuck him
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin, why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin at this cop light
Yeah I drive big shit, nah my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cuz life ain't nothin but bitches and money
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [x4]
[Verse 2: ~Yo Gotti~]
Old school chevy wide body like a phantom
5 stars love but them haters can't stand em
UK money, 150,000 pounds
All white lamb sit low to that ground
I just joined a gang, the millionaire boys club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen puttin the work on steroids
Peakin out the glass for the feds, I'm paranoid
No I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a 4 door, so how it ain't no ceilin there?
Showin off lil mama, goin hard lil daddy
Yo Gotti homeboi, I'm a walkin dope package
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
Somethin' inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [4x]
[Verse 3: ~Malice~]
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothin left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, nigga where them dollaz at?
Here they go right here, tell them niggaz hollaback
Hit it then I quit then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang Trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them hater's tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off their energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [4x]
Ho I'm major, that shit nothin
Young nigga, old money, benjamin button
Seein through ya pokerface, that nigga bluffin
Ladies goin gaga for a nigga tryna fuck him
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin, why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin at this cop light
Yeah I drive big shit, nah my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cuz life ain't nothin but bitches and money
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [x4]
[Verse 2: ~Yo Gotti~]
Old school chevy wide body like a phantom
5 stars love but them haters can't stand em
UK money, 150,000 pounds
All white lamb sit low to that ground
I just joined a gang, the millionaire boys club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen puttin the work on steroids
Peakin out the glass for the feds, I'm paranoid
No I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a 4 door, so how it ain't no ceilin there?
Showin off lil mama, goin hard lil daddy
Yo Gotti homeboi, I'm a walkin dope package
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
Somethin' inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [4x]
[Verse 3: ~Malice~]
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothin left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, nigga where them dollaz at?
Here they go right here, tell them niggaz hollaback
Hit it then I quit then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang Trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them hater's tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off their energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy [4x]
I'm Good lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Pharrell)
[Pharrell]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay...Yeah!
Yeah...Hahaha....
Ay, Yeah...Yea
Yeah...Hahaha...Ow!
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Two hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (Looking good...)
[Pusha]
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamoo
In that big body, with the wet paint
I got some pocket change, from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking at my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it (Yes!)
Niggas don't like it when you looking good
Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
Brand new ride, niggas know the time
Hoes cut they eyes--we call them samurais (martial arts ad lib)
Fly as I could ever be
A level of success that you could never see
You jealous mane, we in propellas mane
Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mane.
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
[Hook]
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)
[Malice]
Crusin' on them 22s, got me sitting pretty
You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty (Yea!)
Ride through the city, everybody know meh
And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on meh
Shoutin' out the homies, as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them VVS' be the best money can buy
I see you flirting baby, them jeans is painted on her
Mama looking right, and I don't even want her
No need to take it personal, but that just how it be
No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
Finally I'm free, all my dues paid
Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid
And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good
Try an' stop my shine--I wish a nigga would
[Chorus]
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?
[Hook]
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)
[Pharrell Williams]
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
Yeah...yeah...yeah...yay...
[repeat until song ends]
There Was A Murder lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Kobe)
[Intro, Kobe:]
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cuz them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone get murdered on the corner?
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,
Them say they saw me dere...
My nigga they won't break me, an' I'll go crazy,
Before they make me tell...
[Hook:]
There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Them boys asking questions now, no-no-no-no-no.
Now everybody seen it, but don't nobody know,
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago;
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low,
Don't open ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!
These niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!
[Pusha-T:]
Those who break the code, we dig them hole.
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?
Via the life we chose, we pick our roles,
Bad man stands an' fall but never fold.
Gangster turn informer when the jig's up,
Ya tool mix-up mix-up,
Babylon boys, get bodies left for pick-up.
Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple,
Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble.
Soon police come rush, whole family crushed,
All because them pussies couldn't 'ush.
Shot box mouths with no covers,
Body 'pon body gets stacked, one top th'other.
Wish them hadn't to suffer.
[HOOK]
[Malice:]
Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,
They ain't said a word.
Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirts.
Ashes to ashes his body back to the Earth,
That casket drop six feet, then throw upon it dirt.
"Mum's the word", that's hustler's etiquette;
Ya rather hang yourself, than turn state evidence
Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk;
Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat!
Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float;
Telling the Feds everyting they wanna know;
That fatal blow took his very last breath,
The power of ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?
[HOOK]
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cuz them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone get murdered on the corner?
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,
Them say they saw me dere...
My nigga they won't break me, an' I'll go crazy,
Before they make me tell...
[Hook:]
There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Them boys asking questions now, no-no-no-no-no.
Now everybody seen it, but don't nobody know,
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago;
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low,
Don't open ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do'
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!
These niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!
[Pusha-T:]
Those who break the code, we dig them hole.
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?
Via the life we chose, we pick our roles,
Bad man stands an' fall but never fold.
Gangster turn informer when the jig's up,
Ya tool mix-up mix-up,
Babylon boys, get bodies left for pick-up.
Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple,
Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble.
Soon police come rush, whole family crushed,
All because them pussies couldn't 'ush.
Shot box mouths with no covers,
Body 'pon body gets stacked, one top th'other.
Wish them hadn't to suffer.
[HOOK]
[Malice:]
Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,
They ain't said a word.
Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirts.
Ashes to ashes his body back to the Earth,
That casket drop six feet, then throw upon it dirt.
"Mum's the word", that's hustler's etiquette;
Ya rather hang yourself, than turn state evidence
Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk;
Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat!
Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float;
Telling the Feds everyting they wanna know;
That fatal blow took his very last breath,
The power of ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?
[HOOK]
Door Man lyrics - The Clipse
[Chorus:]
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 1:]
Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms, I got a bright future neck like a full moon, buy what we want, spend what they want, young , rich, hot nigga, everything she wants, triple beams scales got me under deep spells, kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well, cocaine bought me everything I ever had, and I ain't neva been scared that's been my very last, cause I can get it back, watch me get it back, last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I'm cookin' that.
[Chorus:]
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 2:]
My life's too real to be a PSA, the million in the ceiling is for a rainy day, I cut it than whip her like she Annie Mae, praise God I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah neva was I savin' Face, some family ties aren't possible to break, the almighty judge only he can save me, don't cry for us now just pray for our babies, Mercedes 5 with the open roof, Miami hot rods and the ocean view, the tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil' Willy Rat King this one's for you.
[Chorus:]
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 3:]
We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body, big charm, hangi' from my big chain, swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain, pull up to the crib bitch think she seein' thangs, make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change.
[Verse 4:]
If the good die young, than the greats go to jail, I miss my Tony hope you snitches burn in hell, kiss and tell with sales on us ballers, all because them two doors comin' with big spoilers, all because them bitches is actin' like they jallers (?), and we don't count money we way it like fish orders.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 1:]
Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites white sheets, white rooms, I got a bright future neck like a full moon, buy what we want, spend what they want, young , rich, hot nigga, everything she wants, triple beams scales got me under deep spells, kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well, cocaine bought me everything I ever had, and I ain't neva been scared that's been my very last, cause I can get it back, watch me get it back, last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I'm cookin' that.
[Chorus:]
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 2:]
My life's too real to be a PSA, the million in the ceiling is for a rainy day, I cut it than whip her like she Annie Mae, praise God I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah neva was I savin' Face, some family ties aren't possible to break, the almighty judge only he can save me, don't cry for us now just pray for our babies, Mercedes 5 with the open roof, Miami hot rods and the ocean view, the tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil' Willy Rat King this one's for you.
[Chorus:]
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
[Verse 3:]
We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body, big charm, hangi' from my big chain, swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain, pull up to the crib bitch think she seein' thangs, make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change.
[Verse 4:]
If the good die young, than the greats go to jail, I miss my Tony hope you snitches burn in hell, kiss and tell with sales on us ballers, all because them two doors comin' with big spoilers, all because them bitches is actin' like they jallers (?), and we don't count money we way it like fish orders.
Chorus:
Hey doorman, tell'em line up the cris, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, you niggas keep wavin' them wrists, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, ye ain't got money like this, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, so scream it if ya ambition fit, I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch, sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this, lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six, lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
Never Will It Stop lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Ab-Liva)
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
[Pusha-T:]
Go-getter.
I come from the corner like most niggas,
Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas,
Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga,
Compare me to them 2 ghost niggas - Hail Mary.
Heart break when they tales fairy,
I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry.
The tongue-tester, niggas on the corner
Juggle Os for the king, like a jester.
Child of a lesser - God, so when I drop the top
It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord!
Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, I settle for the 7,
30 floors upper room key, at the Western.
With her on her back, and her on her knees,
My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees.
I say Rav, they say Roxy mon,
They think it's real cute while they giving me dome.
[Ab-Liva:]
Liva. Heh, the cross I bear,
So fly in that purple label cloth I wear.
No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear,
Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare.
Ferrari: 500 them horse I tear,
I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer
In the headlights, mami play red light, green light,
And hop that red torch I steer.
There's no Law I've feared,
Arm glowin' like a roadside flare,
King-pin, so the soft I shared,
I carried, I huddled, I dared,
I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared,
Got crowned 'n got cheered.
You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration,
Went 36 flat, that's a asking,
Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder --
Put in the dash 'n the fender,
Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
[Malice:]
And still don't nothing move but the money,
Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy.
With the return ensures the Second Coming,
So tongue-numbing nigga, you can bet your last.
Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass!
I stay with the fifth, since niggas want to grab,
Fassst-life, get it y'all is on the fast,
And them hos never say no, 'less they on they rag.
Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith,
In hopes they return the favor, with good face.
Mentally, my mind in a good place,
Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape --
Hell, even my garage a menage,
Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars.
Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals,
I got in the game in the bag like I'm Clause.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
[Pusha-T:]
Go-getter.
I come from the corner like most niggas,
Now from afar, I toast niggas, roast niggas,
Anywhere, whichever the coast nigga,
Compare me to them 2 ghost niggas - Hail Mary.
Heart break when they tales fairy,
I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry.
The tongue-tester, niggas on the corner
Juggle Os for the king, like a jester.
Child of a lesser - God, so when I drop the top
It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord!
Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, I settle for the 7,
30 floors upper room key, at the Western.
With her on her back, and her on her knees,
My ghetto ass trying to pronounce they dungarees.
I say Rav, they say Roxy mon,
They think it's real cute while they giving me dome.
[Ab-Liva:]
Liva. Heh, the cross I bear,
So fly in that purple label cloth I wear.
No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear,
Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare.
Ferrari: 500 them horse I tear,
I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer
In the headlights, mami play red light, green light,
And hop that red torch I steer.
There's no Law I've feared,
Arm glowin' like a roadside flare,
King-pin, so the soft I shared,
I carried, I huddled, I dared,
I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared,
Got crowned 'n got cheered.
You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration,
Went 36 flat, that's a asking,
Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder --
Put in the dash 'n the fender,
Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
[Malice:]
And still don't nothing move but the money,
Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy.
With the return ensures the Second Coming,
So tongue-numbing nigga, you can bet your last.
Not a gram off either, you can bet your ass!
I stay with the fifth, since niggas want to grab,
Fassst-life, get it y'all is on the fast,
And them hos never say no, 'less they on they rag.
Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith,
In hopes they return the favor, with good face.
Mentally, my mind in a good place,
Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape --
Hell, even my garage a menage,
Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars.
Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals,
I got in the game in the bag like I'm Clause.
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop -- ever, never,
Never will it stop.
Never will it stop,
The 50 in the duffel won't crush,
It settles to the bottom like dust,
Fuck what ya heard,
You ain't countin' paper like us.
A million in the ceiling I can touch.
All Eyes On Me lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Pharrell, Keri Hilson)
[Clipse]
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving,
Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there.
Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare,
I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars,
Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow,
I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap,
And plus I like to show I gets it from the streets.
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free,
Hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
[Clipse]
I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen,
Lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen.
Rockin those prada googles your my next top model,
Your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel.
I know you see this paper I bet you count my cash.
Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags,
New kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here
Cause they just had it first
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,
I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud,
How it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing,
No drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing,
Dont matter where I go those haters be following, baby, so hey now
[Clipse]
I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right,
You hyped them up some more.
You pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see,
You damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi, louis,
Your man dont do that do he.
Now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie,
Pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby,
Now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving,
Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there.
Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare,
I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars,
Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow,
I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap,
And plus I like to show I gets it from the streets.
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free,
Hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
[Clipse]
I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen,
Lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen.
Rockin those prada googles your my next top model,
Your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel.
I know you see this paper I bet you count my cash.
Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags,
New kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here
Cause they just had it first
[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like I belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,
I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud,
How it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me
Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing,
No drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing,
Dont matter where I go those haters be following, baby, so hey now
[Clipse]
I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right,
You hyped them up some more.
You pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see,
You damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi, louis,
Your man dont do that do he.
Now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie,
Pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby,
Now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin
Counseling lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Nicole Hurst & Pharrell)
[Chorus:]
Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing
Oh god I need counseling
Images in my head steady hounding
Oh god I need counseling
You don't want to bring your chicks around me
Oh god I need counseling
How many chicks do I got I'm still counting
Shhh man I need counseling
Hey! I think I got a problem problem...
And I need an open ear to try to solve 'em
Having a hard time picking out my darling
So until then I guess I juggle all 'em
Nah I ain't gonna beg my pardon
Cause I don't shop for none ya'll bitch in hardin
B... Sippin on sweet as a Chardonnay
I balls I don't bargain C
I used to be all about the fat ass
Then I find a cutie with a flat ass
Good hair nice smile but a flat ass
2 outta 3 shit I couldn't let that pass
Doc wat you gon' about this
Cause I ain't got a clue about this
I'm use to getting what, when I want where I want how I want
Then them girls hollerwin "you ain't shit"
[Chorus]
So many chicks I can pick a favorite
My shrink even say me behavior's sick
The hips to how shawty lick a lips
Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce
Temptation always be my nemesis
A few sips then take it back to my premises
Innocence lost once again
How could you be more than friends
Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had
The love we share is so cheap like a E-class
You ain't alone I too am a sleaze bag
I guess I need a celebrity rehab because
Ain't no real chance to love, all my wrong doings forbid me to trust
Oh God forgive me for lust don't let another heart get crush
[Chorus]
Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing
Oh god I need counseling
Images in my head steady hounding
Oh god I need counseling
You don't want to bring your chicks around me
Oh god I need counseling
How many chicks do I got I'm still counting
Shhh man I need counseling
Hey! I think I got a problem problem...
And I need an open ear to try to solve 'em
Having a hard time picking out my darling
So until then I guess I juggle all 'em
Nah I ain't gonna beg my pardon
Cause I don't shop for none ya'll bitch in hardin
B... Sippin on sweet as a Chardonnay
I balls I don't bargain C
I used to be all about the fat ass
Then I find a cutie with a flat ass
Good hair nice smile but a flat ass
2 outta 3 shit I couldn't let that pass
Doc wat you gon' about this
Cause I ain't got a clue about this
I'm use to getting what, when I want where I want how I want
Then them girls hollerwin "you ain't shit"
[Chorus]
So many chicks I can pick a favorite
My shrink even say me behavior's sick
The hips to how shawty lick a lips
Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce
Temptation always be my nemesis
A few sips then take it back to my premises
Innocence lost once again
How could you be more than friends
Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had
The love we share is so cheap like a E-class
You ain't alone I too am a sleaze bag
I guess I need a celebrity rehab because
Ain't no real chance to love, all my wrong doings forbid me to trust
Oh God forgive me for lust don't let another heart get crush
[Chorus]
Champion lyrics - The Clipse
Hey Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog
They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind em dog
You got a problem dog, well you can bring it on
I got at least a hundred shots and you can get em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it get it
I'm supposed to smile for my niggas who aint here to live it
I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison
And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust
All we know is the floss, I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss
My bitch keeps the newest and the latest,
A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest.
Hey Hey
Hold up that rosea, pourin half the bottle out,
If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin out,
Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars,
We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars
Hey hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
If only I would have gotten what I had deserved,
Lord knows I would have been done left this earth,
Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word,
If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church
Mistook my work for selling crack,
You should have gotten more out of that than that
My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat
Whether in a trap, nfl draft pick or rap,
Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back.
I though that life was a bad bitch bad car,
Life is with your kids watching madagascar
In the headrest of the H3 with crashbar
Rockin playclothes, everydays a catwalk.
Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
Been there done that, fell off, got back
Real nigga shit, only champions can talk that.
Earn my respect, niggas hating cause they want that,
Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that.
Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is,
T off on the green, golf courses where the house is.
A long way from pumping out housing projects,
Investing in real estate weighing out my proepects
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog
They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind em dog
You got a problem dog, well you can bring it on
I got at least a hundred shots and you can get em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it get it
I'm supposed to smile for my niggas who aint here to live it
I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison
And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust
All we know is the floss, I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss
My bitch keeps the newest and the latest,
A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest.
Hey Hey
Hold up that rosea, pourin half the bottle out,
If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin out,
Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars,
We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars
Hey hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
If only I would have gotten what I had deserved,
Lord knows I would have been done left this earth,
Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word,
If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church
Mistook my work for selling crack,
You should have gotten more out of that than that
My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat
Whether in a trap, nfl draft pick or rap,
Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back.
I though that life was a bad bitch bad car,
Life is with your kids watching madagascar
In the headrest of the H3 with crashbar
Rockin playclothes, everydays a catwalk.
Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
Been there done that, fell off, got back
Real nigga shit, only champions can talk that.
Earn my respect, niggas hating cause they want that,
Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that.
Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is,
T off on the green, golf courses where the house is.
A long way from pumping out housing projects,
Investing in real estate weighing out my proepects
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.
Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me [8X] Ok
Footsteps lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Kobe)
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers,
The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers,
The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya,
This is my reality want it well let me teach ya
Follow my footsteps who tragically entriumph
Through flows I give you mind comft
Kilos consign dem, do as I say like simon
And you too will diamond blind hun
I'm on my DYLAAN dillinger, flow just killin ya
Ya wonder why the real ain't feelin ya, ya fraudin
I masoned ya'll martin?margedem? O's together since HOV was named rotten charles jordan
YEAAH I kept em noddin, snorting, slobbin, barfin, then bought cars off em
The realest rapper that unwrapped and docked em, if you can fit these shoes then walk em, I parked em
[Chorus]
It could've been a corner, but I had to save my SOOOOOUUUULLLL (save my soul)
I'm out there chasing my dreams lookin for a place to GOOOOOOOO (place to go)
Tryin to get up out the ghetto come follow with my footsteps
?Damn it maybe middle? then follow with my footsteps
Cause if ya don't it might be daaaaaanger
[Verse 2 - Malice]
It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say
These footsteps could lead you astray,
Lead you to the cell or lead you to a grave
Either way you may never see the light of day
Don't let my wrongs do you the right away
To immilate my past escapin the lords grasp
Told you the truth yet who was I to brag
Especially seeing how?armani fines ain't hard to last
I miss my homie but she's missing her dad
It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap
Apart from that I wish to see you succeed
So I speak to my people on the spirit of chuck d
You behind the glass trust me and cut deep
Then the words to every verse on it me in my sleep
So now what you see is malice and contradiction
People have hears hope you listenin come on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 -Pusha T & Malice]
[Pusha T]
Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline
I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein
I'm so ennerd by the shit that I've obterred
Just lookin at you coons got a nigga lost for words
Verge of insanity I'm at my crossroads
Shame on the birds that led em like lost souls
We got it wholesale we move it like coscos
Mercy on the court left us standin here heartbroke
[Malice]
I tought you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves
I tought you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos
Tought you how to rock right shit up on your toes
I tought you how to smile for the camera when heartbroke
I been the insipiration for all you industry dick tasters
To you local dream chasers I am king bush
I set the stage for all these people being hooked
I weigh mountains while all them niggas just sayin hooks
Ooh Ooh Ooh your momma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your grandmomma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your babysister's there
[Chorus]
Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers,
The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers,
The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya,
This is my reality want it well let me teach ya
Follow my footsteps who tragically entriumph
Through flows I give you mind comft
Kilos consign dem, do as I say like simon
And you too will diamond blind hun
I'm on my DYLAAN dillinger, flow just killin ya
Ya wonder why the real ain't feelin ya, ya fraudin
I masoned ya'll martin?margedem? O's together since HOV was named rotten charles jordan
YEAAH I kept em noddin, snorting, slobbin, barfin, then bought cars off em
The realest rapper that unwrapped and docked em, if you can fit these shoes then walk em, I parked em
[Chorus]
It could've been a corner, but I had to save my SOOOOOUUUULLLL (save my soul)
I'm out there chasing my dreams lookin for a place to GOOOOOOOO (place to go)
Tryin to get up out the ghetto come follow with my footsteps
?Damn it maybe middle? then follow with my footsteps
Cause if ya don't it might be daaaaaanger
[Verse 2 - Malice]
It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say
These footsteps could lead you astray,
Lead you to the cell or lead you to a grave
Either way you may never see the light of day
Don't let my wrongs do you the right away
To immilate my past escapin the lords grasp
Told you the truth yet who was I to brag
Especially seeing how?armani fines ain't hard to last
I miss my homie but she's missing her dad
It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap
Apart from that I wish to see you succeed
So I speak to my people on the spirit of chuck d
You behind the glass trust me and cut deep
Then the words to every verse on it me in my sleep
So now what you see is malice and contradiction
People have hears hope you listenin come on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 -Pusha T & Malice]
[Pusha T]
Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline
I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein
I'm so ennerd by the shit that I've obterred
Just lookin at you coons got a nigga lost for words
Verge of insanity I'm at my crossroads
Shame on the birds that led em like lost souls
We got it wholesale we move it like coscos
Mercy on the court left us standin here heartbroke
[Malice]
I tought you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves
I tought you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos
Tought you how to rock right shit up on your toes
I tought you how to smile for the camera when heartbroke
I been the insipiration for all you industry dick tasters
To you local dream chasers I am king bush
I set the stage for all these people being hooked
I weigh mountains while all them niggas just sayin hooks
Ooh Ooh Ooh your momma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your grandmomma's there
Ooh Ooh Ooh your babysister's there
[Chorus]
Life Change lyrics - The Clipse (feat. Pharrell & Kenna)
[Chorus]
Last night what I seen made my life change
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Yeyet yet yet I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now)
Where I'm from see us guy don't believe in luck
I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck
Facin time, 25 to life
25 the same thing as life
Only chips is to fight or to forfiet
Baby momma tryin to make the mortgage
Daughters playin, tryna put cha back up in the portrait
Uh it's like the tear never stop
When u was home it's like the smiles never drop
Collect calls with all the hopes of the best
And hang up with a knot in my chest
See see your cell is my hell
My hell is our pain
The hurt gon never stop until we see you home again
And that's all we wanna see
Maybe in a dream but not a memory
Forget that hold your head man head man
Last night what I seen made my life change
[Chorus]
I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked
So much so I had left my family forsaken
A troubled soul whose heart was often achin
So much dough but my spirit ever so vacant
Foul and fragrant I was taken off course
The road ahead should have ended me in divorce
But now I see clearly with the family of 4
Never did I deserve a 2 seater porshe
Heart filled with remorse, my life was such a mess
Now I'm back on board due to the lords GPS
One eighty degree turn whoever couldve guessed
Malice believe in his heart and out my mouth I confess
YES more than blessed I was choosen
I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men
Wasted so much time stuntin for folk
When really the whole time I was just stuntin my growth
A message to the youth, what I'm offerin is hope
Now somethings gotta change I'm at the end of my rope
CAUSE
[Chorus]
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage
Hear me out now
Lord knows I done seen the worlds cold shoulder
Seein my future thru the crystal ball of bakin soda
Oasis of hoes, my champagne supernova
The high life and high times, I watched em turn sober
Seen it all come crashin crashin
The FEDs was at the door, and no they not askin
Sayin they found drugs but they aint talkin asprin
Diesel design ones and I aint talkin fast shit
Money hoes and clothes is malices past tense
All said forgiven, all you do is askin
Even when laughin I can't explain the hurt
Knowin I can't change the world in a verse
Even to my self I'm feelin my screws loose
But how can I deny what I know to be true
When I dint have a clue, shoulda viewed it as a gift
Now I see what they mean ignorance is bliss
[Chorus]
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage
Hear me out now
Last night what I seen made my life change
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Made my life change,
Yeyet yet yet I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on,
Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now)
Where I'm from see us guy don't believe in luck
I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck
Facin time, 25 to life
25 the same thing as life
Only chips is to fight or to forfiet
Baby momma tryin to make the mortgage
Daughters playin, tryna put cha back up in the portrait
Uh it's like the tear never stop
When u was home it's like the smiles never drop
Collect calls with all the hopes of the best
And hang up with a knot in my chest
See see your cell is my hell
My hell is our pain
The hurt gon never stop until we see you home again
And that's all we wanna see
Maybe in a dream but not a memory
Forget that hold your head man head man
Last night what I seen made my life change
[Chorus]
I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked
So much so I had left my family forsaken
A troubled soul whose heart was often achin
So much dough but my spirit ever so vacant
Foul and fragrant I was taken off course
The road ahead should have ended me in divorce
But now I see clearly with the family of 4
Never did I deserve a 2 seater porshe
Heart filled with remorse, my life was such a mess
Now I'm back on board due to the lords GPS
One eighty degree turn whoever couldve guessed
Malice believe in his heart and out my mouth I confess
YES more than blessed I was choosen
I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men
Wasted so much time stuntin for folk
When really the whole time I was just stuntin my growth
A message to the youth, what I'm offerin is hope
Now somethings gotta change I'm at the end of my rope
CAUSE
[Chorus]
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage
Hear me out now
Lord knows I done seen the worlds cold shoulder
Seein my future thru the crystal ball of bakin soda
Oasis of hoes, my champagne supernova
The high life and high times, I watched em turn sober
Seen it all come crashin crashin
The FEDs was at the door, and no they not askin
Sayin they found drugs but they aint talkin asprin
Diesel design ones and I aint talkin fast shit
Money hoes and clothes is malices past tense
All said forgiven, all you do is askin
Even when laughin I can't explain the hurt
Knowin I can't change the world in a verse
Even to my self I'm feelin my screws loose
But how can I deny what I know to be true
When I dint have a clue, shoulda viewed it as a gift
Now I see what they mean ignorance is bliss
[Chorus]
You know I gotta go and get it
There aint no other choice in it
Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage
Hear me out now
We Got It For Cheap (Intro) lyrics - The Clipse
Fear him, as soon as you hear him
Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him
Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em
Through a life in the fast lane like German engineerum
No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to sellin' it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin' it raw
So many deceive ya
I'm on touch with the keys, move over Alicia
I force feed ya the metric scale
Rap's like child's play, my show and tell
Within each verse you see the truths unveil
They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
Puppets on the string like a yoyo
Bouncin' like a pogo, they prayin' I never go solo
Got it for cheap
The wall's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled, the joke's on me
So heartbreakin', like lovin' a whore
Might hurt ya once but never no more
It's like tryin' to fly but they clippin' your wings
And that's exactly why the caged bird sings
Who can nickname it? The shame rings true
Seems to me, reparations are overdue
I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice
And with that bein' said, bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last, not a penny in the bank
I'ma stand on my own, so, thanks but no thanks
Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Jannel
And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so
If ever I had millions, never would you push blow, never
Got it for cheap
I'm the best since he died and he lied
The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad
CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive
Pullin' the covers back, I expose what you disguise
My presence is felt, the pressure is on
A four eleven Cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity, the fury was born
Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture
Even at your mama's, she'll tell you that blood's thicker
And I don't know how them other niggaz built
And I don't know if ever they feel guilt
Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts
But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk
Grandma look at me, I'm turnin' the other cheek
It's the R E U P G A N G
Got it for cheap
Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him
Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em
Through a life in the fast lane like German engineerum
No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to sellin' it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin' it raw
So many deceive ya
I'm on touch with the keys, move over Alicia
I force feed ya the metric scale
Rap's like child's play, my show and tell
Within each verse you see the truths unveil
They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
Puppets on the string like a yoyo
Bouncin' like a pogo, they prayin' I never go solo
Got it for cheap
The wall's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled, the joke's on me
So heartbreakin', like lovin' a whore
Might hurt ya once but never no more
It's like tryin' to fly but they clippin' your wings
And that's exactly why the caged bird sings
Who can nickname it? The shame rings true
Seems to me, reparations are overdue
I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice
And with that bein' said, bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last, not a penny in the bank
I'ma stand on my own, so, thanks but no thanks
Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Jannel
And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so
If ever I had millions, never would you push blow, never
Got it for cheap
I'm the best since he died and he lied
The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad
CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive
Pullin' the covers back, I expose what you disguise
My presence is felt, the pressure is on
A four eleven Cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity, the fury was born
Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture
Even at your mama's, she'll tell you that blood's thicker
And I don't know how them other niggaz built
And I don't know if ever they feel guilt
Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts
But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk
Grandma look at me, I'm turnin' the other cheek
It's the R E U P G A N G
Got it for cheap
Momma I'm So Sorry lyrics - The Clipse
Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go
Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming ?CaCa doodle doo fuckers?
Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life
I philosophies about glocks and keys
Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me ??
Shake the diamonds out my wrists
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious
Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds
Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 grams an O
That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it
From Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden
From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya vision
Even the ?? Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious, uh
Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh
Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
Better call the minister
I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace
So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious
Miami Vice
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go
Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming ?CaCa doodle doo fuckers?
Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life
I philosophies about glocks and keys
Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me ??
Shake the diamonds out my wrists
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious
Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds
Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 grams an O
That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it
From Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden
From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya vision
Even the ?? Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious, uh
Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh
Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
Better call the minister
I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace
So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious
Miami Vice
Mr. Me Too lyrics - The Clipse
You know we back right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it
Ha ha Star Track
Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
I say I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track, Clipse come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin'
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Clear the streets out
Come on with it
Ha ha Star Track
Niggas just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doing?
Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo
Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lifes
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
I say I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track, Clipse come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers
Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color
Of the Zord nigga, best believe it's the mullenor
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin'
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Wamp Wamp (What It Do) lyrics - The Clipse
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
No hotta, flow droppa since Papa
You Penny Annie niggaz, see I know Copper
Left the game on a high note, flow opera
Pusha still got them Keys I can unlock ya
See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show stoppa
Nigga ball around the world, call me 'Globe Trotter'
Trick dollar, ask what I feel? Notta
Give a bitch yellow fever all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, playa think he need goggles
Look mama, I be fly papa
Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker
So proper, hammer time, gun cocker
Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya
Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers
Don't ask what I sell, shit I'm Bet Crocker
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage
Must admit, nothing like these carats
Them hoes holla back just like they parrots
Down to the watches, alligator strap
Six different time zones, I don't set her back
17 a brick, yeah, go and tell 'em that
I got the wamp wamp when I move it, it's still damp
Mildewish when I heat it, it turn bluish
It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish
I get paper, it seems I get foolish
Take it to Jacob and play, "Which hues the bluest?"
We ain't browsing, luxurious housing
Pull up so mean with the Angel bowing
Or with the emblem bearing the stallion
European custom, the leathers Italian
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
So much glamor, that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice, chain xenon lamp ya
Depression in ya mind like a free frame camera
The white tape tight like ya seen on pampers
What's under the couch? Probably freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost baby we got answers
Line outside full of Jo Jo Dancers
'We Got it for Cheap', that's the Re-Up anthem
By far the coldest, 06 Lotus
0 to 60, hocus pocus
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast, proposing toasts
Hoes and mo shit, the family close knit
And deep like the 'Who two' you cockroaches
Just like the flow, the fo's ferocious
I tuck you in, homie, 'Buenos Notches'
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
No hotta, flow droppa since Papa
You Penny Annie niggaz, see I know Copper
Left the game on a high note, flow opera
Pusha still got them Keys I can unlock ya
See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show stoppa
Nigga ball around the world, call me 'Globe Trotter'
Trick dollar, ask what I feel? Notta
Give a bitch yellow fever all these gold bottles
And late models, I lean throttles
Roof back with the coupe black, playa think he need goggles
Look mama, I be fly papa
Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker
So proper, hammer time, gun cocker
Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya
Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers
Don't ask what I sell, shit I'm Bet Crocker
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage
Must admit, nothing like these carats
Them hoes holla back just like they parrots
Down to the watches, alligator strap
Six different time zones, I don't set her back
17 a brick, yeah, go and tell 'em that
I got the wamp wamp when I move it, it's still damp
Mildewish when I heat it, it turn bluish
It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish
I get paper, it seems I get foolish
Take it to Jacob and play, "Which hues the bluest?"
We ain't browsing, luxurious housing
Pull up so mean with the Angel bowing
Or with the emblem bearing the stallion
European custom, the leathers Italian
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
So much glamor, that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice, chain xenon lamp ya
Depression in ya mind like a free frame camera
The white tape tight like ya seen on pampers
What's under the couch? Probably freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost baby we got answers
Line outside full of Jo Jo Dancers
'We Got it for Cheap', that's the Re-Up anthem
By far the coldest, 06 Lotus
0 to 60, hocus pocus
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast, proposing toasts
Hoes and mo shit, the family close knit
And deep like the 'Who two' you cockroaches
Just like the flow, the fo's ferocious
I tuck you in, homie, 'Buenos Notches'
Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya curled up
I head straight to the bar just to post up
I roll the dro up, my cup mold up
Bitch don't just stand there wit ya nose up
C'mon wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Wamp, wamp, what it do? What it do?
Ha, wamp, wamp, what it do?
Ride Around Shining lyrics - The Clipse
[Chorus - Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nausious
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova
[Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I groom 'em well
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floor board
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass
[Chorus]
[AB Liva]
It's that luck that astounds
Life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant
I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps
They prayin' for my downfall
Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant
Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim
In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons
HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten
When I make (Oliver Twist) like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin'
Tops don't push soul
Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen
[Chorus]
[Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin'
First nigga holla show me
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You fuckin' faggot
You need to raise your glass and toast me
Niggaz can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia
Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older
Said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And procede with caution
Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up nigga
[Chorus]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nausious
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova
[Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I groom 'em well
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floor board
Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus
I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass
[Chorus]
[AB Liva]
It's that luck that astounds
Life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant
I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps
They prayin' for my downfall
Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin
Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant
Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim
In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons
HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten
When I make (Oliver Twist) like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin'
Tops don't push soul
Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen
[Chorus]
[Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin'
First nigga holla show me
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You fuckin' faggot
You need to raise your glass and toast me
Niggaz can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia
Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older
Said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And procede with caution
Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up nigga
[Chorus]
Dirty Money lyrics - The Clipse
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's
Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Give a little, take a little, ma check the dealy
Most niggas is will not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crystal billi's
Got Benji lookin' all googley eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein' milli mill's
I'm 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real
See I don't blame ya, cashmere's what you feel
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Terry, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin' them other house wife's neither
Two seater's, back in the trunk, 2 feet
We stayin' up till 2 a.m. to watch cheetah's
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin' you up on them must have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
We could trip tuition, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriend's, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition
You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Just put it on ya charge, checks meets ya feet
Compliment me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like it's falling outta tree
Come spend a dolla, yeah, bathe in it, walla
Seventeen five for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in the Scoda, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair shop talk
Braggin' to there hair dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nun if you don't ride Porsche
To my get money niggas gettin' paper fa' sho'
Drinkin' Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money, money, take money, money, uh
Dope money, money is great money, money, what?
Before I'ma bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fittin' the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Change in the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is a joined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Give a little, take a little, ma check the dealy
Most niggas is will not's, you're dealing with a willy
3-D faces on them crystal billi's
Got Benji lookin' all googley eyed and silly
The glitter chill got ya mind seein' milli mill's
I'm 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real
See I don't blame ya, cashmere's what you feel
Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
Brain like Terry, face like Eva
I ain't forgettin' them other house wife's neither
Two seater's, back in the trunk, 2 feet
We stayin' up till 2 a.m. to watch cheetah's
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't mind keepin' you up on them must have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
We could trip tuition, you could be the vixen
You could front for ya girlfriend's, I ain't trippin'
You done got you a rapper, I see ya vision
And one of the best too, that's ambition
You could tell me 'bout ya day, I pretend I listen
And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincin'
I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff
And that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch
Nah mama hush, you ain't even gotta speak
Just put it on ya charge, checks meets ya feet
Compliment me, take the bitter with the sweet
And we can get this money like it's falling outta tree
Come spend a dolla, yeah, bathe in it, walla
Seventeen five for the low, tell 'em "Holla"
Love you in the Scoda, Jimmy Choo, Prada
Snow White ya life, hows that for starters?
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
To my fly ghetto bitches with their hair shop talk
Braggin' to there hair dresser 'bout that shit he bought
To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk
Who ain't tryna hear nun if you don't ride Porsche
To my get money niggas gettin' paper fa' sho'
Drinkin' Grand's up in Loui' for the love of the sport
I tell ya, get money, money, take money, money, uh
Dope money, money is great money, money, what?
Before I'ma bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya
I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker
By no means, am I in love with a stripper
You understand that then you fittin' the glass slipper
Travelin' broads, sittin' in G-4's
Change in the weather, when it rains, it pours
And the crib is a joined with French doors
You rock with ya boy then anything is yours
All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my college hoes like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Don't it spend so right?
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Now let's go shopping, let's go chill
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Let's go buy them new Louis Vuitton heels
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Ass of La Perla, ears full of pearls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Damn dirty money know how to treat the girls
(Dirty money, dirty money)
Hello New World lyrics - The Clipse
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Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke, oh
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin' plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, floetry
"Say yes? niggaz hear the, "Eghck" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin' on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
This goes out to my Halites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustlers way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin' that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin', stay lookin', over they shoulders
Holdin' them boulders, tryin' to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at 'cha quote, unquote famous rapper
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the homies
If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick shift, 6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it's about time
For us to come up and make a change man
They keep tryin' to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man
It's about time for us to get it together man
Everybody else get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this grinding
Times a wastin', niggaz doin' so much hatin'
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
I like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin' my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy back out the ghetto 'for times up, niggaz rush
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
I listen to the beat and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke, oh
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin' plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, floetry
"Say yes? niggaz hear the, "Eghck" and they know it's me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin' on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where it's s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think it's where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
This goes out to my Halites that hang out on them corners
Who rock Air Nike's, live a hustlers way of life
In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds
Pumpin' that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze
Who stay cookin', stay lookin', over they shoulders
Holdin' them boulders, tryin' to avoid central booking
I ain't coming at 'cha quote, unquote famous rapper
Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live
But this information I must pass to the homies
If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony
We can all shine, I want your wrist lit like mine
Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine
Foreign cars, stick shift, 6 gears like mine
Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting
You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing
But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk
Just want y'all to know it's about time
For us to come up and make a change man
They keep tryin' to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man
It's about time for us to get it together man
Everybody else get they shit together
Why the niggaz can't get they shit together and get they money together?
Hustlers come together with hustlers
Know what I'm sayin'? This ain't just for the playas in VA
This for playas all over the world, this grinding
Times a wastin', niggaz doin' so much hatin'
Free ya heart and show ya greatness
I like you, had to come from up under the basement
Just like you, had Satan tryin' my patience
Still you look at me through jealous eyes
I wish to see all my niggaz rise up
Get that money, put them 9s up
Piggy back out the ghetto 'for times up, niggaz rush
Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
So I extend my hand to my man screaming, "I'm on my way"
Yes, I rap, but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming, "It's on its way"
I can't wait for the next nigga
From my hood to say, "Lookout world I'm on my way"
Keys Open Doors lyrics - The Clipse
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha
Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space niggaz
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland
Shit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the fuck off
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war
Fuck the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here
So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons paired
The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha
Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space niggaz
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland
Shit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the fuck off
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas
Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord now
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war
Fuck the bureau, rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's
Cheers to the future as we toast to life
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger
The kids are happy, the perfect picture
Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Ain't Cha lyrics - The Clipse
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E's and that C's and that H
While you probably talking frantic on the tape
Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake"
To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate
I know why you liked her, the head it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?
Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE!
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats
You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen...
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 2 - Sandman]
Dig it, every time I do it, encore
Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors
Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on
My block pop til all that shit gone
What? You pussies hardly eat
What you spend on a home is a golden piece
On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs
Ice glazed like lip gloss
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr
Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr
(Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 3 - Malice]
Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha?
You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion
Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up
Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker
From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit
Keep it moving like in KIs of coke
You the 100th motherfucker and I'm Benicio (del Toro)
Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law
If it seems the walls are closing in its only cause they are
Muthafucker
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 4 - Ab-Liva]
I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker
I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega
My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle
That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters
Rimoldi is so gaudy
But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI
I'm on them blades likes T.I.
The niggaz hate to measure ''cause they knee high
Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Can't let it go, ''cause a nigga got to eat, I
Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder
And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a
Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra
You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No!
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E's and that C's and that H
While you probably talking frantic on the tape
Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake"
To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate
I know why you liked her, the head it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?
Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE!
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats
You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen...
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 2 - Sandman]
Dig it, every time I do it, encore
Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors
Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on
My block pop til all that shit gone
What? You pussies hardly eat
What you spend on a home is a golden piece
On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss
My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff
From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs
Ice glazed like lip gloss
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr
Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr
(Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real
Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill
Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill
Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 3 - Malice]
Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha?
You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion
Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up
Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler?
I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you
1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues
The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around
For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown
Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker
From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques
If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas
In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit
Keep it moving like in KIs of coke
You the 100th motherfucker and I'm Benicio (del Toro)
Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law
If it seems the walls are closing in its only cause they are
Muthafucker
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
[Verse 4 - Ab-Liva]
I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker
I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega
My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle
That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters
Rimoldi is so gaudy
But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI
I'm on them blades likes T.I.
The niggaz hate to measure ''cause they knee high
Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Can't let it go, ''cause a nigga got to eat, I
Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder
And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a
Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra
You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No!
[Chorus - Pusha T]
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?
Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha?
Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha?
Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha?
Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha?
Trill lyrics - The Clipse
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
G's up, rev them V's up
Federali's trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's pieces
You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis
King Push flow prestigious
Hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tick-tack-toes
Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go
On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on mo-mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G T O, no
Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million
Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin'
Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin'
Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason
Soon as you get your heart involved
That's when I fall back love, au revoir
So international, French Riviera
Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera
Who cares when these fools talk
Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk
Icy wrists help me to cool off
And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk
Reminds me of how I applied myself
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help
Bankroll on overload
I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
So many different things make me trill
Start with that B with wings over the grill
Maybe how my way with words make me mills
Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales
Young, restless, talk so reckless
Two hundred thousand up in my necklace
Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch
I ain't mention the Rolly red neck like Texas
To y'all ill wishers who wanna take part
In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart
And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya
Even let 'em cheat from my paper
Why does wealth make them hate me
And make chicks hearts so achy breaky
Rarely do I toot my own horn
But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got, my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
G's up, rev them V's up
Federali's trying to reach us to keep us
Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's pieces
You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis
King Push flow prestigious
Hoes suck me like leeches
X and Os, tick-tack-toes
Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go
On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows
Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals
New York, Range Rov, sit on mo-mos
Pusha in that Bentley, G T O, no
Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million
Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion
Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian
Took her from far off island like Gilligan
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
It's me ma, you ain't dreamin'
Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing
So real that hon' ain't believin'
Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason
Soon as you get your heart involved
That's when I fall back love, au revoir
So international, French Riviera
Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera
Who cares when these fools talk
Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk
Icy wrists help me to cool off
And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk
Reminds me of how I applied myself
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help
Bankroll on overload
I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
So many different things make me trill
Start with that B with wings over the grill
Maybe how my way with words make me mills
Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales
Young, restless, talk so reckless
Two hundred thousand up in my necklace
Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch
I ain't mention the Rolly red neck like Texas
To y'all ill wishers who wanna take part
In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart
And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya
Even let 'em cheat from my paper
Why does wealth make them hate me
And make chicks hearts so achy breaky
Rarely do I toot my own horn
But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back
I got jewels, plus wheels
Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feelin' around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
I got, my steel, I'll peel
Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill
Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels
And she feeling around for them pills
Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill
Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill
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