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1.
[Chorus: DEV] I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go) [Verse 1: Jeremy Greene] I'm talking hundreds now Just start throwin' now The girlies stutter, s-stutter When they come 'round me now (let's go) Droptops and Bentleys now One show is fifty thou' Your girlfriend jockin', she jockin' Might have to take her down (here we go) [Pre-Chorus: Jeremy Greene] So if you've got money Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up Come on, throw it up (let's go) I said if you've got money Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up (let's go) [Chorus: DEV] I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go) [Instrumental Break: DEV & Fatman Scoop] Hundreds Hundreds, baby (Let's go) [Verse 2: Jeremy Greene] Come see me in your town (oh) G6 I'm touching down (oh) Just leave your boyfriend at home We're keeping some secrets now (let's go) I'm throwing hundreds 'round (what's up) I'm 'bout to put it down (oh) Champagne is poppin', it's poppin' I'm 'bout to shut it down (here we go now) [Pre-Chorus: Jeremy Greene] So if you've got money Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up Come on, throw it up (let's go) I said if you've got money Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up Won't you throw it up (let's go) [Chorus: DEV] I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby [Instrumental Break: DEV & Fatman Scoop] Hundreds (Let's go) [Chorus: DEV] I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby I know you see me (see me) Wishing you could be me (be me) Money making, paper taking I only talking hundreds, baby (let's go) [Instrumental Break: DEV] Hundreds Hundreds, baby
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[Intro: Nyzzy Nyce] Yeah It's Nyzzy (uh) Hit the club, shut it down (ha) Show me love when I come in town Hit the club Yeah, uh [Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce] Hit the club then we shut it down (ha) 'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town) If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh) And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey) It's alright to get fucked up (yeah) So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up) LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (HMG, ha, it's Nyzzy) Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it ('bout it) [Verse 1: Nyzzy Nyce] Shut it down nigga, shut it down (shut it down) And tell that bartender bring another round (bring another round) I been a real nigga, ten toes down (yeah) It's still pimps up nigga, hoes down (ha) Nigga went to Paris, blew a whole pound (smokin') Celibate about the money, we don't fuck around (uh) Got champagne for the ones that stuck around (what up) Mayweather to pussy how a nigga pound I spend the dough, to make the dough right back (yeah) I'll take control, I know she gon' like that (haha) I could eat better if you was on the menu (yeah) You already know what we finna do, hey [Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce] Hit the club then we shut it down (ha) 'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town) If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh) And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey) It's alright to get fucked up (yeah) So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up) LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (ha) Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it (ha) [Verse 2: Nyzzy Nyce] Step up in the club, every bitch on me Said she feel some type of way 'cause I'm a rich homie (yeah) Plus she said her boyfriend ain't got shit on me (got shit) Then she whispered in my ear like "put the dick on me" (Nyzzy) Haha, girl you crazy I was born in the eighties, tongue game is amazing (yeah) We ain't havin' no babies (yeah), can't fuck if you lazy I smoke a lot of weed so my thoughts is hazy (i'm high) Gon' get girl, gon' gon' get it (gon' get it) Batter up, throw that pussy, then I'm gon' hit it (gon' hit it) Still puttin' numbers up like a touchdown (touchdown) And you know what it is when I touch down (hey) [Chorus: Nyzzy Nyce] Hit the club then we shut it down (ha) 'Cause bitches show me love when I come in town (come in town) If you ain't gettin' money then I'm not around (uh uh) And we gon' pour this liquor 'til we all drown (hey) It's alright to get fucked up (yeah) So if you're down, girl, what's up (what's up) LIke a K, let a nigga pound it (ha) Let me show you that I'm really 'bout it ('bout it)
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[Intro: Riff Raff] We stay gone Riff Raff [Chorus: Spadez] We the party people Mix redbull with the Clicquot That's what we be sippin' on You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Hella gone (tonight, tonight) We be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Tonight we be hella gone [Verse 1: Riff Raff] (Uh) Suckas wanna play, I'ma ride grey Two story mansion on gateway The games I play not to be confused I dropped outta school 'cause I'm allergic to rules I'm the camp counselor, better talk to the bouncer I done sold an ounce next to the codeine water fountain I stay tardy, rap game Party McHardy I'm Flash Gordon, iPhone five chargin' Jump out the Aston Martin, fuck valet parkin' I park my helicopter on top of the sergeant...car Bitch, I'll buy the whole bar You lookin' for me on Earth...bitch, I'm on Mars And Saturn My wardrobe Gucci pattern I'm all about me, motherfuck a rap battle and Big Ballin', that's the clique I claim You should be ashamed for rockin' a middle of the mall chain [Chorus: Spadez] We the party people Mix redbull with the Clicquot That's what we be sippin' on You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Hella gone (tonight, tonight) We be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Tonight we be hella gone [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] And I'm sippin' liquor straight, no chaser Bitch keep lookin' at me, I'ma take ya Back to the crib for some deep penetration Goose got her loose, now the bitch gettin' naked She gon' give it up, I ain't never had to take it Sayin' she in love but we never even dated Tryin' to run game but a bitch can't play me Mud in my Sprite got a nigga so lazy Rollin' on a molly, now a nigga so faded Slide through the club, all the bad hoes wavin' She ain't tryna fuck then her friend is replacement I'm bussin' on her face, I ain't havin' no babies Took so many drugs that a nigga 'bout faded Fuckin' 'round with Riff Raff, that n*gga crazy Spadez got them hoes in the pool gettin' naked Them big booty bitches with them lil bitty waist's That shit crazy [Chorus: Spadez] We the party people Mix redbull with the Clicquot That's what we be sippin' on You know we be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Hella gone (tonight, tonight) We be hella gone (tonight, tonight) Tonight we be hella gone
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[Intro] Mmm, Spadez in this bitch [Chorus: Shady Blaze] Some people get high (get high), some people get low (get low) Some people live fast, most people die slow A nigga on green, I'm always on go (bow) They yappin' they mouths, but they just don't know It's fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway (go) [Verse 1: Shady Blaze] I'm only doin' what I gotta do to win A hooligan from Oakland, California and I'm movin' man Even though everything is positive, that is the mood I'm in Woman of my life keep on takin' advice from her stupid friends Anger buildin', these bitches always yappin' they mouths Ain't got no lives, so they speakin' on mine When a nigga in the dark, as soon as he get shine When a nigga in the dark, as soon as he get shine Steady keepin' it together, nobody breakin' me Call me a hater, but when they need a favor, they came to me But when they was down and out, them mothafuckas was blamin' me Only grindin' for me, and only me, nobody changin' me Now what... *bow* [Chorus: Shady Blaze] Some people get high (get high), some people get low (get low) Some people live fast, most people die slow A nigga on green, I'm always on go (bow) They yappin' they mouths, but they just don't know Fuck what they talkin', I get money anyway (get money anyway, get money anyway, get money anyway)
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[Intro: Deniro Farrar] KOBK the murda gang What's happenin' [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] Man, them niggas be creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody 'Cause them niggas always creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody Boy, them niggas always creepin' [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] Now I don't know what you heard, and I don't care who you kin to When them choppas go to bussin', better duck or they gon' hit you You got a slick mouth, be careful who you offend 'Cause them pistols is for bussin', pussy, and that ain't for pretend Bullets goin' through your kin, mama, daddies and cousins Last nigga played live, found out that he really wasn't Them choppas hold a hundred, we got 'em by the dozen You can run up if you want, but my lil' shooters, they ain't bluffin' Line 'em up and shoot 'em down, blow 'em up and chalk 'em out Then we spin they block again, and see what they talkin' 'bout Say you beefin' with us nigga, what the fuck we talkin' 'bout? Bullets seekin', niggas leakin' when them choppas comin' out Fuck you patnas, we got choppas, we see what your patnas 'bout Everybody say they strapped, everybody say they creep But them pussy ass niggas, they don't ride like me I be dressed in all black with a two two three And I be... [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] Creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody 'Cause them niggas always creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody Boy, them niggas always creepin' [Verse 2: Paul Fisher] Ridin' with my chopper with the scope on it (scope on it) If I see the opposition, I'ma blow somethin' (bow, bow) Creepin' 'round the city, it's like four somethin' Niggas disrespectin' so I gotta shoot somethin' (fuck nigga) All my niggas in the cut, dawg (yeah) I grab the nine, hold that bitch sideways like I'm O-Dog (damn) Shoot a nigga, then I roll off (skrt) AR fifteen, two two threes, shoot his arm off (fuck nigga) I ain't really 'bout to play nigga (nah) Where you talkin', you'll lay nigga, put you in the grave nigga Ay, what the fuck you say nigga? (what?) I know where ya mama stay nigga, tear her out the frame nigga Call Creep, now we creepin' for a fuck nigga (fuck nigga) Arm out the window, I'm 'bout to dump nigga (dump nigga) They say I'm real crazy 'cause I slump niggas He yelled out CK, now he dead nigga (yeah) [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] Creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody 'Cause them niggas always creepin' They ridin' in them four doors with them shotty's Homicide, boy they 'bout to catch a body Them niggas always creepin' They quick to hit your block and leave it silent Finger itchin', they just want to shoot somebody Boy, them niggas always creepin'
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[Intro] Mmm, Spadez in this bitch But you already knew that Oooh, ay [Verse 1: HARLOE] I took an oath, swore I'd stay For forever and a day So I do, yes I do But I don’t complain, no, not to you (no) It's getting heavy on my heart The feelings I buried tear me apart You never replied, not at all So why should I try if I'm talking to the wall [Chorus: HARLOE] You don’t even try to get to know me no more (no more) You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away) Simple conversation just don't happen no more (no more) Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more) [Post-Chorus: HARLOE] Got my mind messed up Boy, I think I've had enough So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go Ready set, ready set, ready set go [Verse 2: HARLOE] If I get nostalgic, it won't last 'Cause the fever you gave me turned into ashes You're gonna miss me when I’m gone Tell me who you gon’ rely on Who's gonna hold you like me Who’s gonna be there, fulfill all your dreams, baby Nobody (nobody), I was that somebody No one's gon' touch you like me [Chorus: HARLOE] You don't even try to get to know me no more (no more) You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away) Simple conversation just don’t happen no more (no more) Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more) [Post-Chorus: HARLOE] Got my mind messed up Boy, I think I've had enough So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go Ready set, ready set, ready set go *cough* (yeah, hold up one second) [Verse 3: Spadez] I can't believe what you sayin', I hope you playin' 'Cause I'm grindin' everday, and it's so we could get away And be just you and me, you all I need Ever got a problem, you could fall on me Indeed, I might mislead, but in yo pocket, you got the key To my apartment, not to mention my heart and (you got it) You keep me fallin' for you, feelings climbing up the chart though That's how it's been from the start though And when you sayin' this, I'm like don't even start, yo [Chorus: HARLOE] You don't even try to get to know me no more (no more) You just walk through the door and throw your bags on the floor (walk away, walk away) Simple conversation just don't happen no more (no more) Baby, you don't even try to get to know me no more (no more) [Post-Chorus: HARLOE] Got my mind messed up Boy, I think I've had enough So if you're ready set, ready set, ready set go Ready set, ready set, ready set go
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[Verse 1: Campa] Oh woah, oh woah oh oh Stop lights make you wanna go, go, go How am I ever gonna know, know, know Summertime, all I see is snow, snow, snow [Pre-Chorus: Campa] Serpentine Serpentine, tine, tine Why are you so fuckin' fine, fine, fine Having you, I'm 'bout to blow my mind, mind, mind Running out, running out of time, time, time Kissing on my ear Whisper in my soul Play me like a DVD Treat me like a pot of gold [Chorus: Campa] I'm gettin' played by her And it feels so pure Oh, she got me high The way she sucks me dry I'm gettin' played by her And it feels so pure Oh, she got me high She sucks me dry (Oh woah oh) [Verse 2: Dev] Oh woah, oh woah oh oh Cupcake, flippin' up the dro, dro, dro Any way she can make you go, go, go Knock you out your socks with one blow, blow, blow [Pre-Chorus: Campa & Dev] Serpentine Serpentine, tine, tine Why are you so fuckin' fine, fine, fine Having you, I'm 'bout to blow my mind, mind, mind Running out, running out of time, time, time Kissing on my ear Whisper in my soul Play me like a DVD Treat me like a pot of gold [Chorus: Campa & Dev] I'm gettin' played by her And it feels so pure Oh, she got me high The way she sucks me dry I'm gettin' played by her And it feels so pure Oh, she got me high She sucks me dry (Oh woah oh)
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[Intro: HARLOE] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah) Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (ah yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh (ahh, ahh) Ooh, ooh (oooh) Ooh, ooh  (ah yeah, yeah, yeah) Mmm yeah, got me hooked on the feeling (mmm, yeah) Got me (uh) You got me hooked on the feeling [Verse 1: HARLOE] You could try to act smooth if you want to Talk about how you got those fancy things But in your Jeep with the windows down Sun shining on your face so naturally Is when I feel the real love and affection I don't really need the fine accessories They're cool, but I would leave it for the feeling, yeah I've been involved with a few in the past And there's no comparison to what I feel for you I know we had it real rough from the get-go But I'm glad that we were able to pursue Love is patient and it's kind, but I know sometimes It can make you lose your mind, oh, when cupid strikes [Chorus: HARLOE] Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love) And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love) Na na, na na na, na na Mmm, I'm so in love Na na na na, na Oh, I'm so in love [Verse 2: HARLOE] There ain't no way to describe what we share, boy Everybody I'm around don't understand Cuddle up on the couch, so good I don't need nothing else, come hold my hand Droppin' kisses, lay me down, wrap your arms around me Every time that I leave town, I'm back in a hurry [Chorus: HARLOE] Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love) And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love) [Bridge: HARLOE] You drive me up a wall, but I don't care at all That's just how we do, so I always call You back when I'm through, can't get over you I won't be confused, boy, boy, it's just a thang [Chorus: HARLOE] Everybody sees it in my eyes (I'm so in love) And everybody knows, everybody knows I can't hide (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love) Na na, na na, na na, na, you're just my type (I'm so in love)
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[Intro: Armani DePaul] Flavor Armani Spadez I'ma take it from here mane Beach boys, baby [Verse 1: Armani DePaul] Ay bitch, tryin' to see if you could ride that With no holdin' back (mmm-hmm) Take this dick real hard while you throw it back (uhh) Shorty got real cake Bills paid, and her car Say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard Know that I don't give a fuck about a hater Rich city be the town, and I'm the mothafuckin' mayor Panties comin' down if she hookin' up with flavor She so wet I swear I'm drownin' man I need a life saver And I'ma make her my ho, on some real shit (on some real shit) She ride the dick with a swag like a real bitch (like a real bitch) Went and got five bottles, of Ciroc holmes (mmm-hmm) Now I got her butt naked with her socks on And I'm swaggin' in that pussy, swag swaggin' in that pussy Jewels hangin' off my ass, saggin' in that pussy New rich, southside to the eastside And you can get it real hard bitch, deep fried [Chorus: Armani DePaul] Yeah, I'm lookin' for a two piece That's two freaks (mmm-hmm) I wanna see ya do her while you do me (haha) Ay, it ain't funny honey, what are you laughin' for I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece) Two piece dinner with another on the side (take out give me two freaks) Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece) Two piece dinner with another on the side I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go [Verse 2: Armani DePaul] Work, work, work, work, workin' that (ayy) She was twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerkin' that shit See her act, act, actin' up, act, actin' up Hands on ya knees lil' mama, now back it up (uhh) Lookin' for a bunny with some cash Settled for a redbone honey with some ass Said she had a friend in the whip too Well it's two o'clock bitch what that shit do [Chorus: Armani DePaul] Yeah, I'm lookin' for a two piece (huh) That's two freaks (Armani) I wanna see ya do her while you do me (oh my god, haha) Ay, it ain't funny honey, what are you laughin' for I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece) Two piece dinner with another on the side (take out give me two freaks) Two piece dinner with another on the side (two piece) Two piece dinner with another on the side I'm really tryin' to get a piece of that ass to go
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[Intro: Koran Streets] You know I got it Streets You know I got it Streets [Chorus: Koran Streets] Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) [Verse 1: Koran Streets] Now every time I bend the corner, I'm sittin' on them sixes Them white folks holler out "His rims so ridiculous" And they don't scrub, ho I gotta get suspensions With your bitch, if she see me, she gon' lose interest K Streets ballin', I must be ballin' Car tall, hoppin' out the door, it look like I'm fallin' And I'm high in my low, yeah you know I be smokin' Rollin' all through the grove Trunk on ho, trunk open And it's popped open, bitch a nigga knockin' Niggas hatin', bitches jockin' 'cause the bass is outta pocket So what's hannin'? Wanna take a trip to the car? Where the speakers on the floor (ayy) and the side of the car (ayy) And you know who I is, and you know who I are The music so loud 'cause the speakers so large You know that I'm in charge, you niggas ain't nothin' You ain't ridin' that hard, man that nigga ain't stuntin' (Streets) [Chorus: Koran Streets] Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) [Verse 2: Koran Streets] Ay, I be ridin' in my spaceship, yeah I'm out of space bitch Sippin' on the drank, too much face in your face bitch (return of the mack) Yeah, I'm knockin' Young J bitch Think I might dap, get the fuck up out the way bitch Still bam bammin', my bitch can't stand it So I kicked her out the car 'cause the bitch couldn't handle it She was like "Goddamnit" while the bass kept bammin' I was high as hell laughin', steady blowin' like a dragon But I bend the corner swaggin', bam bam bitches Big ass sixes, loud ass system Rollin' through your hood, bet that bitch get shook And I know I'm lookin' good 'cause your bitch is lookin' Who the hell wouldn't? Nigga I'm rollin' Niggas speakers so swollen, and everybody know it And I can get a ticket ho, I don't give a damn The cops pulled me over, he told me I had the bam (Streets) [Chorus: Koran Streets] Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) [Verse 3: Koran Streets] Hold up (hold up), you know how I fuck with it When I roll up (when I roll up), everybody fuckin' with it K Streets bitch, and ain't nobody fuckin' with him D.O.E. bitch, I swear nobody fuckin' with him He so wishy washy, hatin' on me 'cause I'm knockin' Bend the corner, bitches jockin', bouncin out, I'm with my posse Reezy off that Rossi, [?] right behind me Niggas better slow it down 'cause every nigga I'm with grimy And you know where you could find me, bouncin' in the front seat Know the beat loud, meanwhile we on front street Turn the beat down, but them hoes still hear me Too much bump in my trunk, bitch you know I got plenty (you know I got it) I ride with a semi, so she ride with a semi We ride with a semi, and the beat got us feelin' I hop up out the car, and that bitch to the ceilin' R.N.G., tell a bitch fuck with it (you know I got it, Streets) [Chorus: Koran Streets] Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) Ay, when I bend the corner, they be like "damn" (like "damn") And all them niggas start to hear is the bam Bam, bam, bam (bam) Bam, bam, bam (bam, yeah) Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam (bam, bam) [Outro: Koran Streets] Hold up, you know how I fuck with it When I roll up, everybody fuckin' with it K Streets bitch, and ain't nobody fuckin' with him D.O.E. bitch, I swear nobody fuckin' with him (You know I got it, Streets)
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[Chorus: J-Kwon] Uh huh (uh huh), Uh huh You better than me, please, uh uh Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh (J-Kwon) You better than me, please, uh uh Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly [Verse 1: J-Kwon] Stop, bricks Take it to them blocks, mix If it do not lock, trips What put 'em in a box? This itty bitty clip, with no hesitation I'm a true locc, my chain's two ropes My paint, two coats Smoke me, I'm too dope Chiefin', just bring the leaf You do the same thing as me You broke brotha, brotha You mothafucka's could dream for free Yellin' high ho, just hit the lotto Sippin' on some hen', no gin and fuck moscato Yeah I'm buyin' bottles, tell 'em I'm buyin' bottles Me, bad bitches and friends, tens and models She got to swallow, swallow like it's nothin' I need it so I beat it then I eat it like I'm lunchin' You know me dawg, niggas owe me one That's fuckin' fire like rubber tires, ho roll me one [Chorus: J-Kwon] Uh huh (uh huh), Uh huh You better than me, please, uh uh Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh (J-Kwon) You better than me, please, uh uh Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly (Kwon tell 'em what it is cuz) [Verse 2: J-Kwon] Bomb shit, smokin' on that bomb shit Bomb shit, smokin' on that bomb Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb Smokin' on that bomb shit Smokin' on that bomb shit (blowin' clouds) Smokin' on that bomb shit (smokin' on the loud) Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb shit Smokin' on that bomb, smokin' on that bomb shit Do I smoke dro? Uh huh Do I roll fo's? Uh huh (fall back bro) [Chorus: J-Kwon] You better than me, please, uh uh (he ain't it, huh) Uh uh (uh uh), Uh uh You better than me, please, uh uh Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Pimpin' hoes, and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm stupid fly Ridin' 'round and I'm pimpin' hoes And I'm pimpin' hoes, and I'm stupid fly (uh) (And I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly, and I'm stupid fly)
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[Verse 1: Kurtis John] The touch of your fingertips takes the kiss right off my lips The way that you shake those hips could overtake a battle ship The way that your eyes stay lit sends my mind on a trip The feeling your body gives could make the statue of David slip [Pre-Chorus: Kurtis John] If this is what a heartbeat feels like I wanna feel yours all night long I wanna hold you in my arms If this is what a heartbeat feels like I wanna feel yours all night long All night long [Chorus: Kurtis John] You're better than all the rest You're better than all the best You better know you're nothing less than amazing You're better than all the rest You're better than all the best You better know you're nothing less than amazing (uh, let me talk to 'em) [Verse 2: Chill Moody] It's obvious, lately you ain't been feeling yourself Can't quite grasp the change, ain't feeling your wealth You're hot headed temper cause out feelings to melt Can't fold, you gotta play what the dealer has dealt It's all a gamble, you feel overwhelmed Like it's too much for you to handle, can't quit but you plan to Don't understand you, act like I don't care for ya Feelin' lost in the world, just know I'm here for ya [Pre-Chorus: Kurtis John] If this is what a heartbeat feels like I wanna feel yours all night long I wanna hold you in my arms If this is what a heartbeat feels like I wanna feel yours all night long All night long [Chorus: Kurtis John] You're better than all the rest You're better than all the best You better know you're nothing less than amazing You're better than all the rest You're better than all the best You better know you're nothing less than amazing (uh, uh) You're better than all the rest [Verse 3: Symba] Lookin' an angel in the eyes, start to smile when she cries She's deprived, but disguised behind beauty and lies She's overdosed on hope, and so content with faith And all her past taught her was pain, pleasure and hate I kissed her with confidence to show her she still got it And hugged her to let her know she could never be forgotten You're better than the best, you're better than every ex I'm recommitting my heart to give us another breath [Chorus: Kurtis John] You're better than all the rest (than all the rest) You're better than all the best (than all the best) You better know you're nothing less than amazing (amazing) You're better than all the rest (you're better) You're better than all the best (you're better than all the rest) You better know you're nothing less than amazing (amazing) You're better than all the rest
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[Intro] Starting Six on your bitch [Verse 1: Bread & Big Steve] Ry Bread's gone aka faded These girls got me feelin' real X-rated I know it sounds crazy, but thanks to Spadez hit After the song, they all gettin' naked (yeah, yeah) Big Steve, and I hopped out the whip fast I'm a hero like Gym Class, hear that? Starting Six, and we all in the game It's Amtrak, homie, runnin' train on ya main (yup) Yup, they comin' with me But I need my wingman where's Big Steve? (yeah) I'm here, and I'm talkin' to her friend though Gamin' her up like I'm playing Nintendo Bruh, just bag that bitch 'cause she feelin' your swag Plus she loves the Six Yeah, baby just like this Turn it up real loud, this my shit [Chorus: Spadez] One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes [Verse 2: Nic Nac & Feez] Ooh, Feez get all them Me, you, champagne, that's the outcome We poppin' bottles baby, you gon' be my new favorite We drinkin', peakin', it's the coldest season Let me heat it up a lil', drop it, make it rock a lil' How you want me? I think she on me And I love it when my girls all blow trees 'Cause I'm lonely, regulator, police Girl, I'm wetter than a slow leak Score goals, no goalie Gettin' bossed in the morning, bust quick then I'm yawning Yeah, baby just like this Turn it up real loud, this my shit [Chorus: Spadez] One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes [Bridge: Riggz & Nic Nac] You know what I wanna do Cut to the back, it could be us two Too late, we should've been walkin' (shh) No time for talkin' (shh) Spinnin' round and round On the dancefloor, watch her break it down Gone, gone, gone off the Smirnoff Baby girl, you could dance with your clothes off Dance with your clothes off (clothes off) With your clothes off (clothes off, off, off) Dance, dance with your clothes off With your clothes off Dance, dance with your clothes off (clothes off) With your clothes off Dance, dance with your clothes off (dance with your clothes off) With your clothes off This for all the pretty girls Who like to take their clothes off all around the world (take yo clothes off) And this for all the pretty girls (oh, oh, oh) Who like to take their clothes off all over the world [Chorus: Spadez] One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes One for the honeys, two for the hoes Three for the girls who drop it down low I just wanna get you outta them clothes I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes [Outro: Spadez] One, two, three Drop it down low I just wanna get you I just wanna get you outta them clothes One, two, three Low I just wanna get you I, I just wanna get you outta them clothes
14.
[Intro: HARLOE] One more night with you Baby, I would wait forever Just for a little more time with you We could take the world, and make it ours Tonight It's alright 'Cause you know we got that good thang That good, good, good thang [Verse 1: HARLOE] I don't got no plans for me tonight (tonight) Yeah I left it open just for you, ooh 'Cause all I need is you to hold me tight (tight) 'Cause in your arms there's nothing I can't do (Give me...) [Pre-Chorus: HARLOE] One more night with you (oh yeah) Baby, I would wait forever Just for a little more time with you We could take the world, and make it ours Tonight (mmm, tonight) It's alright (it's alright) 'Cause you know we got that good thang That good, good, good thang (Woah oh, oh, oh) [Chorus: HARLOE] Baby (baby) Your L-O-V-E Is contagious (contagious) And it sings through me like a melody (melody) Like a melody Boy you got that good thang [Verse 2: HARLOE] If I told you I would take my time (take my time with you) I'd wrap you in my world I've never shared With no one (one) 'Cause since I had a taste of what it's like (like to love you) To be the one you hold, I just can't get Enough (I need...) [Pre-Chorus: HARLOE] One more night with you (one more night) Baby, I would wait forever Just for a little more time with you (little more time with you baby) We could take the world, and make it ours Tonight (mmm, tonight) It's alright (it's alright) 'Cause you know we got that good thang (that good) That good, good, good thang (Woah oh, oh, oh) [Chorus: HARLOE] Baby (baby) Your L-O-V-E Is contagious (so contagious) And it sings through me like a melody (you're my melody) Like a melody (oh, oh yeah) Boy you got that good thang [Bridge: HARLOE & Spadez] One more night Can I get one more time Just to conversate (hey), hold you tight (hey) Show you all the things you like boy One more chance I need one more dance By the end of tonight You'll be saying I'm the kind of girl... (that I'm) That I'm tryin' to bring back to my mama (yup) Tellin' all the homies that you're the one that I wanna (what) Wife that, show me everything that I like that Gimme one night guarantee you comin' right back (and) We could keep it in between us two And I won't tell nobody 'bout the things we do But we don't need to keep this lovin' on the low So I'ma write it down, let the whole world know I need... [Pre-Chorus: HARLOE] One more night with you (I need one more night, baby) Baby, I would wait forever Just for a little more time with you (oh, oh, oh) We could take the world, and make it ours (I gotta be your baby) Tonight (I wanna be your girl) It's alright 'Cause you know we got that good thang That good, good, good thang (Woah oh, oh, oh, hey) [Chorus: HARLOE] Baby (baby) Your L-O-V-E (oh, oh) Is contagious (ooh, ooh, ooh) And it sings through me like a melody (said you're my melody) Like a melody (oh, oh) Boy you got that good thang
15.
[Intro: Deniro Farrar] Yeah, I got the city on my back nigga Charlotte, that's me nigga Spadez, what's happenin' (what's happenin') K.O.B.K. the murda gang (bwah) Kill or be killed nigga (yuh) Yeah, and you a dead man walking (yuh) [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know) [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] (Ayy) And I put Charlotte on my back, now haters on my heels Runnin' from my past got me grippin' on my steel Tryin' to make it rappin' but rappin' ain't payin' bills Judge gave my nigga mandatory no appeal Got me prayin' on my knees 'Cause shit real (flip) Flippin' packs knowin' you won't make a mil Niggas still hustle 'cause they don't know nothin' different Now they runnin' to them graves And they gettin' locked in prison Got me wantin' better (better) So I'm livin' better (better) But shit hard when you out here with no cheddar Still tryin' to hustle but I'm seein' I'm no clever Beefin' with these pussy niggas Got me strapped with my beretta They say time heals all Time made me better Wishin' I could fly, I'm a bird with no feathers Lackin' my umbrella still prepared for this weather Promised mama when I make it that we gon' be rich forever [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know) [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] Now they sayin' I won't make it They prayin' I won't make it Unafraid of the risk, shit, somebody gotta take it Stomach start to rumble, hear the hunger when it's achin' Quarterbackin' all these quarters I'm feelin' like Troy Aikman Heart startin' to race and back and forth pacin' Dodgin' pigs tryin' to bring home the bacon Chasin' fast money 'cause I'm living with no patience Put my city on my back, you can quote me when I say it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me I'm doper than Ronald Reagan Digital scales weighin' grams of the Sarah Palin Distributed on blocks where young niggas be hangin' Livin' without no hope so hopefully, where I'm hangin' Gangbangin' and slangin' One day I can rise above my situation But it's hard when you rap, and everybody rap It remind me of the trap Promised mama I'ma make it and put Charlotte on the map [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] Got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know) [Bridge/Guitar Solo: Deniro Farrar] I got the city on my back (got the city on my back) I will not accept defeat (I will not accept defeat) Hell under my feet I'ma make it and put Charlotte on the map (and put Charlotte on the map) Promised mama when I make it that we gon' be rich forever (that we gon' be rich forever) [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes I got the city on my back, hell under my feet Pistol on my lap, I will not accept defeat And I got fire in my eyes, pain in my soul Bullets out my chamber leave you niggas full of holes (you know)
16.
[Intro: Deniro Farrar & Shady Blaze] Deniro, Farrar Spadez I see you, know that (Spadez what's happenin') You already know what you gon' see you come to my block (Let 'em know) [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] Them hoes say I'm a fool with this shit They lovin' my country grammar Takin' naked pictures of yo bitch, then instagram 'em Paranoid, schitzophrenic, I be fuckin' wit my hammer Put my pistol on her pillow, arch yo back Now let me ram ya Wesley pipin' all these bitches, no wifin' up these bitches Tell yo ho to roll my bush, you can light it but don't hit it Extendos on them forty's look like mothafuckin' midgets Executin' my plans, true religion full of bands This Irene I'm smokin' louder than a cop siren Beat yo bitch pussy 'til it's swole but I'm nonviolent I'm a mothafuckin' dog Them bitch niggas be hatin' Fuck them black, white and asian Boy, I swear my dick ain't racist Got a bad bitch with braces, them sexy fuck faces Let me watch it while she shavin', but we end up misbehavin' I'm gone, she masterbatin' She tell me I'm her favorite If I up it, I'ma buss it nigga, ain't no hesitatin' *bow* [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] Now all them bitches say I'm cocky Shit, I'm conceited I change hoes like drawers, got a car for every season Lame niggas be quiet, you lucky that you breathin' Yo bitch wake me up with head so we fuckin' all evening Now her man gettin' suspicious ('spicious) Say she always leavin' (leavin') Ridin' with me freakin' Callin' her phone, he say he cheatin' Put that bitch on speaker phone Just to let him hear her screamin' You can run up if you want Boy, that forty have you leanin' Automatic shot, laser tag, boy we red beamin' True religion pants sag, wit yo bitch leavin' Neimans Hoes follow me like Twitter, they know I'm a real nigga If I up that mothafucka, boy I'ma deal wit ya K.O.B.K. around my way, kill or be killed nigga I suggest you wear yo vest and respect these lil' niggas Them the ones that's gon' blow, puttin' slugs in yo liver You ain't grow up in that jungle Tryin' to rumble with gorillas nigga You already know what it is, mane K.O.B.K. around my way, mane Kill or be killed, [?] Iggy, I see you Let's go [Chorus: Deniro Farrar] You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep You gon' see A whole lot of killin', drug dealin', thug livin', caps peelin' Growin' up on my street And I done fucked a whole lot of them hoes Had 'em down on all fo's, standin' on my tip toes goin' deep (shady blaze) [Verse 3: Shady Blaze] Ay Walkin' around wit a grin on my face 'Cause I know that I'm winnin' this race Nigga it's time to replace all the garbage with me I'll be here for a minute, get used to the taste I'm close to the victory, powerful Then I get ghost, now you see me and now you don't Bring in the dough 'cause I'm somethin' real valuable Nigga, you know Shady Blaze and Deniro, far from a hero Criminal minds, niggas doin' time The line, you crossed it, life or death when you fuckin' with mine Leave a nigga permanently blind, so walk away you'll be fine But if it's what you want Your ship getting sunk Bitch in the trunk, you in the backseat, tied up Me and Deniro in the front with blunts getting hella fucked up We to the docks, now mothafucka your odds up After that We back to the whip, smash to the studio Lay another track down, pussy niggas real scared On the way, we hearin' knocks in the trunk It's the bitch we picked up, bruh I forgot she was still there Spadez on the beat again, triple threat has returned 'Bout to make another classic, it's just been confirmed Everyday I get my energy and this money I earn The way that I be gettin' my money is not your concern Got a lot of heart in me so it don't matter if I'm livin' in the suburbs or livin' real ghetto fabulous It took me a little while to do this since I'm establishing a name in a different category than other rappers in I live good in the hood, catch a nigga wit a green rag Got my hands on my bean bag White tee, black jeans sag All you niggas better ease back, before I squeeze that

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