 Da Bottom, Vol. 5: Chopped and Screwed » Testo della canzone [+ Aggiungere +] |
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1. _ Interlude
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2. _ Felonies
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3. _ Diamonds
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4. _ Intro
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5. _ Speaks
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6. _ Pop It Off
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7. _ Some Cut [Freestyle]
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8. _ Kodak Moment
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9. _ Hold Up
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10. _ Beatin Up Da Block
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11. _ Motivation Freestyle
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12. _ Freestyle
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that, pounds of dro I done blew that
You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon' shine
My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
Talking noise, 'cause I ain't old enough to drank
But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Too much money, too much cash
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
We got too much money, too much cash
All why'all haters, can kiss our ass
Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
I'm swanging four's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk and walk the walk, 'cause nigga I'm a G
Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
'Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something
I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
And why'all haters, why'all can kiss our ass
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
I got too much M-O-N-E-why
Anything I S-E-E, I be -you-why
Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall
We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row
You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro
You see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rock
When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras out
Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar
And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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13. _ Hail Mary Freestyle
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14. _ I Know You Want It
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15. _ I Think They Like Me [So So Remix]
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like me
Oh I think they like me
I think they, think they like me
Oh, I think they like me
Oh, I think the like me
I think, they, think they like me
Oh, I think they like me
Oh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit you wit another one
Oh I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit you wit another one
Yeah these niggas like me
Hatas' wanna fight me
Yeah these nigga's mad cuz I came up ova night B
Yeah I switched it up
I got a 9 cuffed tightly
So u better do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yeah I'm super clean, rock jeans wit a white tee
Nigga's round here soft, but my nigga can bite me
If you had 6 figures you'd be jus like me
Yeah these nigga's mad cause I'm shinin' like a light B
Nigga's talkin' bout yup, in they mutha fuckin' throwbacks
It ain't real you know dat
Muhammeds were they sold dat
We steppin' on these nigga's like a mutha fuckin' do' mat
When I hit the scene they that pictures call me Kodak
These bitches goin' crazy
I think they need some Prozac
We the hottest thang in the market and you know that
Yo b**ch chose us, and she don't wanna go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spedin' throwbacks
See when I do it, its sumthin' like trilla in manilla man
Known as a killa man
Fresh from the dealer man
So-So nigga's, ain't no crew illa then
10 acrs of land, and I got about a million
Dollars worth of cars in my front yard
I'm from the place in A-T-L were y'all nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova here
No sleep, nigga's stay up on they grizzy ova here
We young (young)
We fly (fly)
And we gon' stay flashy till the day that we die
[Chorus]
They don't wanna fight me
I'm snatchin' ya ass up
First nigga act up
First nigga get bust
Majestic, gettin' shreeded while I'm twirlin' and switchin' swords
T-shirt stravaganza (Franchize dem white tee boys)
Self-made, self-paid
We lounge around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt, will get down to ya brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit a nice piece
Ear piece,ice piece, they straight up like me
You heard pimpin' playa (they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close
Vision blurs wit' ice blings
Respect my whole squad
Know u can't even touch us cause
Role out the red capert
High-fives to show love
Carry barretta's, count chedda, we trend setta's
I'm a franchize nigga
Have a mil or betta'
6-0-6-4-4-6-9-4
Blo' dro', wit' the the windows up on deuce 4's
Purple, candy paint
Brand new think I ain't
Same chick, same clique
Mo' bricks in the bank
Know now, no hoe round, throw down like Brat
It ain't no showdown fa no crown
I'm holdin' dat
Face all on V-H
Paid great till this day
Been in love wit the mic since Run D-M-C "Walk this way, Talk this Way"
Cause I'm gangsta
A Chi-town legend
I'm not ordinary people, its a star in your presence
That's right, so icy that my earlobes hurt
But whats its worth
Don't test me
I the the 4. 5th under the skirt
I'm thick in the thighs
Can't tuck that
Stay on my grind
I buss back
If I must act
And empty a stuck
Its B to the R-A-T
Trus' that I'm crazy JD pays me
I'm stuck actin' lady
I'm Bow Weezy
Prince of the O-town
Jus' got the wheels clean
So I'm ridin' slow now
I'm in a fast car
Somethin' like a Nascar
If you wanna know hope much it cost u should ask Pa
As far as the watch and change
I drop some change
Its easy for me ta cope them things
And I don' stop, I got rocks in rings
You know, the same size as a boxing ring
Swimming pool in the front and the the backyard
I ain't gotta act hard
I'm under 21 wit a black card
And yeah I know, that was kind of a low blow
But the the doe for the So-So don't come slow
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like me when they heard me on the otha' one
So its only right that I hit you wit' another one
So its only right that I hit you wit' another one
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