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Текст песни:

f/ Leroo Wilyams

I′m saying everybody gettin′ tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I′m saying?
Don′t waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I′m sayin′, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til′ I can′t wait no mo′
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro′, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can′t seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha′ got to show
For when thangs movin′ slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain′t nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin′ the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho′

hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round′, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it′s real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin′ in your path
To partna′ keep a look out for these niggas startin′ to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin′ in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin′, I′m a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It′s dem boys from dat Attic makin′ noise in the streets
So don′t you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

hook

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain′t no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I′m stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it′s a business now
Don′t play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil′ bit
Oh now you feelin′ this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro′
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it′s all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it′s all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin′ to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil′

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

f/ backbone, Bone Crusher

Yeah

hook

Early morning to late night, HEY!!!
Gonna give it to ya′, just like you like, HEY!!!
Lettin′ the world know just what it be, HEY!!!
Look, shawty an′ dem′ lay you down with hot heat! HEY!!!
Forever grind on this here concrete, HEY!!!
You can quote every word that I speak, HEY!!!
Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, HEY!!!
And spit this slang like an automatic piece! HEY!!!

I hear em′ hollerin′, tell me what do he wanna do
We finna′ act a fool, Youngblood, dat Attic Crew
We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
Caught em′ slipping on that corner, lil′ shawty draw down
SWATS, mean mugs and thugs
The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
Hear what I say, don′t play no games, its automatic hit ya′
They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit′ cha
Jump out four doors, let me get that there
Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
Lil′ shawty shake some, lil′ shawty take some
Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
Gotta get em′, split em′, let this hot heat penetrate em′
My lil′ buddies drop em′ on the spot, no hesitation
Better know bout′ that, we leave em′ stuck like four flat
Gear it up, you seen this here before black

hook

You on your last and only way of ever living
And its forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin′
Gettin′ fold, now whether you know, see you S.O.S
Put an S on your chest, see it ain′t nothin′ less, unless you confess
And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
We won′t fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya′
Comin′ dead off to you fucking raw, like underdogs
See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
Count to ten, now this shit is bout′ to end
So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin′ on that other shit

hook

Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
Here, its an ugly thang, I′m back on these streets again
Own the strength (strem-ph), I′m known to limp
Everything is against da grain
Can′t you tell, A-T-L, sack it up, make it sale
Fat sacs keep em′ coming back, now they shop with Pelle Pelle
Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell
Terroristic threats, shawty tell em′ that this here ?death or trill?
Ain′t no time, fuck around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
Chill the Mo′, ??, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don′t fuck with mine
Hit em′ hard, one hit caught, the other two times can′t fuck with mine

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

hook

Now it′s the money, that make this here world round′
And it′s the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it′s the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain′t got shit, everything is tight
Cause it′s the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it′s the money, thats keepin′ your nose full of that blow
And it′s the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas ′ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin′ to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin′ a way to get this money, but I can′t get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can′t let no time fly by
And though it′s the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it′s the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em′ down for his
But homeboy still, you ain′t even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain′t tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You′d better count your blessin′s nigga

hook

Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
Till′ when you couldn′t get nothin′
for that little girl that you were courtin′
And done always been bout′ how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain′t gettin′ off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin′ big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain′t supposed to have nuttin′, thats worth a lil′ somethin′
The reason niggas gettin′ chickens in and kickin′ in doors
Flippin′ Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G′s
A couple of Oz′s, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers′ll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

hook

Now is it me, or is it that you can′t take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain′t it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin′ that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin′ kinda shawt′
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you′ve lost
In this maze, tryin′ to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I′ve come to say
This ain′t no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol′ green, got you seein′ things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin′ squirreled for a buck out in this world

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

(feat. Backbone)
[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
Now everybody pull ya′ whips out, get ′em shined up
Hit the mirror make sure ya′ boy leaned up
Brush up out the clean up, ya′ team freezed up
I know you knew the name, gull, when you seen us
Walkin′ up in the V.I-P.I.M.P when I walked by
Man, I, don′t holla at no lame ho′s
I go to the bar, get somethin′ to sip on, for my folk
Man, this is how is goes down, where I stay
When them Tram boys done had a good day
Then I′ma buy the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin′, nigga back crunk
Good Times, if you in the club blowin′ good pine
Freakin′ ho′s while ya′ car bein′ stripped down
Sick now, nowhere for her to sit down
Ya′ Escalade, man, it′s sittin′ on bricks now

[Chorus - Seal Paul]
Lean Low (Bitch!) To the Flo′ (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I′ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo′ (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo′

But Can Ya′ lean low? (Bitch!) To the Flo′? (Bitch!)
Can you work it, can you twerk it lemme know

Yeah, I′ma lean low (Nigga!) To the Flo′ (Nigga!)
Can you pay what you weight gimme mo′

[Verse 2 - J-Bo]
I pull up bumpin Attic, choppin, whippin′ the wheel
Straight fresh off that Drizzle boy you know who it is
It′s them loud-mouth motherfuckers at it again
Poppin′ bottles, cuttin′ up, livin′ life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin like I′m feelin′, let′s go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo′
Shawty choosin′ wit′ a look and I know
Gotta lighter, fire it up and just blow
And just puff till you can′t no mo′
We in the mix, backfacin′ cuz that′s just how it go
At the bar, we trippin′, throwin′ it up
Like kings in a castle, yeah we toastin′ it up
So everybody, clap, and break it down
Cuz we the same old fools slidin′ thru yo′ town
So on yo′ mark, get ready for this brand new era
Drankin′ Patnaz is the name, it don′t get no better

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Backbone]
Stay workin′ back do′, till every sack is sold
Ima hit you in the back wit′ hot callico
If not then my rock, it I can hardly afford
Old school at the bar buyin′ bottles of Moe
We swervin′ Cheverolets up and down the road
When you hear "Shorty in town" hide ya′ ho
Cuz aww shit, lil′ buddy fire the dro′
I stay, fresh a fool, keep a crease in my clothes
Im puttin′ on the scene, and let the champagne flow
Im tryin′ to get outta here wit′ somethin′ freaky to poke
You know what it is, you seen it befo′
We call him "H2O, he froze ice cold"
What the fuck you sayin′? This shit is fa sho′
Tell Sean to keep ′em comin′, gon′ and order one mo′
Lil′ Girl, work it out on the flo′
Post up young G, get drunk some mo′

[Chorus Until Fade]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Enough dont believe you dont succeed
and if you dont apply you wont achieve
you keep ya head up high
feet down low follow your heart
till you get to the door
bells and wheels and wheels away
never trust a soul im here to say
Stop dependin on and be yourself
and grab a hold and dont look left
so take a swing and heres your chance
you got nothing to lose so make a stance
the clock is tickin and time aint waitin with ya
all alone see thats what your facin

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in might
the crunk hatin

Ya i know imma make the albums pay for this
Imma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this
and i dont steal for this i pimp for this
ill ryme for around one hundered round clip for this
what happen to the struggle its called
and eviction notice
now people strong self evicken notice
perscription cops serve keep it real
that fine but if i get wit it imma face some time
and its hard being young and rich
trying to survive
trying to keep a shot to shine
on the poor headed ties
couple of meals in a vine
and a new whip for the wife
top that shit this is my life

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Chorus
Imma shine, Im gonna make it
Aint nothing to it to it
Ill take it (i take it)
I feel it (i feel it)
Ill flip it (ill flip it)
Pull it pull it ill straight get it
Imma climb
I aint waitin
theres no end to the money im makin
for streetin for chasin we get it in
the crunk hatin

Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gona feel it and you gonna get it
Im gonna get it and we gonna get it and you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

[Sean Paul (Lil Jon)]
Ya, yeah... (YEAH!) A-town is on again...A-town, A-town (YEAH!) A-town, yeah
Y′all kno how we do round this town... (WHAT?!)
Youngbloodz...lil jon... (OKAAAAY!)

Choke dat fiend (dat fiend)... nawha mean (nawha mean)
Hat lean.. clothes smell like green... (like green)
And some white tees (white tees), and white Rees (white briefs)
I buy bread, real G′s get cheese... (get cheese)
Back to the streets (WHAT?!)
Back wit Lil′ Jon (WHAT?!)
Back for the A-town (YEAH!)
Reppin for the slums (YEAH!)
Put yo hood up, show a nigga where ya from
And if they hate that, then get da job done...
(HEY HEY HEY HEY)

What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
Get crunk big big big big big......

[J-Bo]
16, imma give it ta ya raw
Take it to ya ass, slap ya clean cross the jaw
Now where dey at? You want some?
See, I don′t think y′all really want none
See, I′m back wit a whole new clip
Wit a badass chick, on some brandnew sh**
Now put ′em up... to the sky... ya get f***ed, get drunk, get high
Shake ′em off, ya know what to do
Take it to the flo, call out ya whole crew
Like what? Knuck if you buck
See we still don′t give a damn
And I never gave a f***
See I′m, big timin
Wrists stay blindin
Wit 4 or 5 freaks, and my pinky ring shinin
I stay grindin, and true to the streets
If you ever need to find me... then you know where we can meet....

(HEY HEY HEY HEY)
What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
Get crunk big big big big big......

[Sean Paul]
I fill a big bank, and drank drank
Thats why I got a purpe sprite, and y′all ain′t
I ride big rims, seein me is tallest
So when ya step down, baby gurl don′t fall
Y′all niggas know the name, they call me Sean Paul
And I ain′t got no flowers to sell, breakin′ the law
Niggas call me dope, cuz I′m hard and I′m raw
Can′t call me dat fiend wasn′t here to make ya coffin
It′s always beside me, watch got diamonds
I ain′t part timin, I′m full time grindin
The nigga wasn′t shinin, live nigga blindin
Niggas wit da dimes in da whips that I be ridin
And I don′t pull ′em out, until the trunk beat
And ya can see ya movie sittin in the back seat
They wild on the east, they live in these streets
So imma keep my piece sittin on the front seat...

What we ridin? (what we ridin?)
Big wheels (BIG WHEELS!)
Choppin hard (choppin hard)
Like Bill! (LIKE BILL!)
What we drankin? (what we drankin?)
Dat patron (dat patron)
Keep the bottle poppin all night long... (night long)
(YEAH!)
What we smokin? (what we smokin?)
Dat kush (DAT KUSH!)
Presidential sh**.... George Bush.. (GEORGE BUSH!)
How we do it? (how we do it?)
Like dis (LIKE DIS!)
Get crunk big big big big big

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

(feat. Leroo Wilyams)
I′m saying everybody gettin′ tired of the nickel and dime
Know what I′m saying?
Don′t waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I′m sayin′, get this money man, know what I mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til′ I can′t wait no mo′
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro′, front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can′t seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha′ got to show
For when thangs movin′ slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain′t nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin′ the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho′

[hook]
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round′, make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it′s real
Cause sometimes I feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin′ in your path
To partna′ keep a look out for these niggas startin′ to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin′ in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin′, I′m a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It′s dem boys from dat Attic makin′ noise in the streets
So don′t you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

[hook]

I put my grind down, I pick my rhyme up
Ain′t no money loss, I sack it up, who gives a fuck
I′m stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it′s a business now
Don′t play that dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil′ bit
Oh now you feelin′ this, I knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro′
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it′s all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it′s all real
They feel what I feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin′ to live, I gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil′

[hook]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

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

[Chorus 4x]
So shakem′ off (Shakem′ Off)
Shakem′ off (Shakem′ Off)
What′s up, it′s Youngbloodz, we shakem′ off (Shakem′ Off)

[J-Bo]
They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut ′em loose
And let ′em bend wit that wind as I guzzle duece
Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point
Must revolve ′cause these broads wanna lock dat joint
And pick-pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose
Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called
Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go
To show that what she is, is nothin mo′
But a hungry simple freak that′ll take yo cash
And laugh and be gone so long you can′t even ask
And from what′s left, you envy without a dime
So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line

[Chorus 4x]

[Sean Paul]
Well I′m Sean Paul, I got gulls galore
You might get a lot of cut but I gets much more

[J-Bo]
Well I′m J-Bo, got these broads in check
Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex

[Sean Paul & J-Bo]
We Be Them YOUNGBLOODZ!!!

[Sean Paul]
Them boyz that got dat mean mugg

[J-Bo]
Stompin in the club, boy gon′ get ya scrubbed

[Sean Paul]
I got them gulls goin for that low-low

[J-Bo]
Boy get yourself some face befo′ ya let that girl go

[Chorus 4x]

[Pause]

[Chorus 4x]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

f/ Big Boi (OutKast)

[Big Boi]
Uh-huh, yeah, y′knahmtalkinbout?
A-Town connection right heah
You got Youngbloodz, uhh
featurin Daddy Fatsack, y′knahmtalkinbout?
Outkast, y′knahmtalkinbout?
Yeah, like dis.. check it out

Chorus: repeat 2X (sung)

I know you′re waitin for daddy, it won′t be long shawty
Be patient cause I′m comin to you
Ridin dirty on 85, slow, takin it easy
I don′t want nothin to keep me from you

[J-Bo]
Now the wind blows as I′m on 85, and chiefin good
with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I′m gon′ cut this hoe tonight
So I′ma get a call, from this broad
Run the game like she ain′t ready
But still indeed, she on her knees, keepin thangs steady
like Betty Crocker, the face doctor
just as she swallows with passion
So now she braggin, laggin behind
What questions she now be askin, so time is passin
Now I′m mashin on, I′m gone, livin in the world of hoes
So I suppose, it′s goin down deep in yo′ city
Cause in these parts, ain′t nuthin bad hard times
Now shawty, please, really

Chorus

[Big Boi]
Sheeeit
I′m lookin for anythang, gonna cut′em up
like everythang, in my stable
Sir Lucius, with the left foot, is ready willing and able
But these hoes will get on your nerves
Fuck all that kickin ′em to the curb
You lackin that tolerance;
You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo′ parlor an′
stab out to the cajun crab house
or the Jamaican cat house
or the college, frat house
for the gul you just, mad house that rat house
And get you some scrub, she ain′t ya girl
Skeet-skeet one off and dip boi
I′m slick as a curl, smooth as a pearl
Don′t, don′t be givin no gifts boi
On the first date or the worst date
I′m goin all the way on the first play
Like Hail Mary′s to field goals
I think I was put here to drill hoes
For real doe; and while you blowin up my,
bar I′m off in your purse
to get my gas money then I′m back on the ′spressway
And I′m out this verse, geyeah!

Chorus

[Sean Paul]
Man this shit gettin crazy, this girl wants to face me
Met her jes last week, told me that her name was Stacy
Bad lil′ bitch, add her straight to my collection
Jump in my ′llac, in my pocket got protection
For thangs to go down, see I ain′t playin around
Got a half a tank of gas, I′m 85 Southbound
It′s a long ass way, I′m from the 20 side of thangs
She said it′s dead serious, hot like some lighter flames
Oh you know how it go, I′m the nigga, she the hoe
She told me some mo′, I shut my Cadillac do′
My hands on the grain, my pedal down to the ground
Ain′t got my license, back so I need to slow down
Now I′m scrapin the flo′, shawty ain′t got on no drawers
Man I′m breakin the law, tryna′ get me this broad
I don′t know what it is, but shawty fine as hell
Slum-type that I like, straight from A-T-L
Shawty yeah!

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

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

Now it′s time to let y′all nigga know about me
Oh I can get mo money, mo money, don′t come to me
And everything I say that be on the blow
Rap for the love of money, stack it up once mo′
Going once, going twice, got the O for the LOW
Got my cheese in the soil, tryin′ to make my flow grow
Hell no, never fall off
Slip pimpin′, you can get it hard or get it soft
All day, round the clock tryin′ to get it in
I ain′t worried bout′ the rich, cause I′m in the wind
All I got is my folks, Lord forgive me for my sins
And if this ain′t for me, please make me thank again
Gotta get my shit right, tight like these gurls draws
Let me recognize the game, and all the flaws
While I′m out here, please let me come up
And watch my every step so I don′t have to duck
Never wanted this, damn how a nigga stuck?
Hit me on the hill nigga, I′m a′ sack it up
Rabbit on my head all day for good luck
On the hustle everyday, but who really gives a fuck

[hook]

So what you got, when you ain′t got nothing to show
Thangs movin′ slow, can′t get your hands on no blow
Ain′t got no flow, naw, need some quick cash
If hustlin′ is the answer nigga, get up off your ass

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

[hook]

So what you got now, you out of luck
Sellin′ your soul to the devil, just to make a quicker buck
But for what, you took a chance, recieving half of some blow
And pushing them quarter ki′s underground to keep the flow
It′s toe to toe, we can take it to the deepest of the seas
And anybody else who wanna bite, then try a piece
Of these Youngbloodz, bustin′ 30 slugs, so just perhaps
You crawlin′ out of a shell
Finding ways up out these traps
Like craps, you out to gamble, losing everything you own
And still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em′ known
And do know, you in a ball of burning hell
So might as well take a ride on the weed into the A-T-L
And niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned
So what′s the first attempt when they got you on the run
With fun, they shootin′ tons of shots, so whose to blame
Nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain

[hook]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

It ain′t a thang in this world thats gonna knock me off my feet
As I unleash total chaos into the streets
For I observe these dirty words whispering′ through your mouth
So I now I take it you the big dog about the south
Oh really now, though whose to say that we won′t never make it
Or even get the chance to tell the world just how we made it
Cause know that we gonna keep it crunk, no matter what
Now who the fuck, just al nut, it′s a must for you to get crushed
So don′t rush to get dat′ change
You′d besta wake on up and take a look inside this frame
For everything ain′t everything when times are gettin′ rough
To pressure is your conscience in this game you callin′ bluff
Now nigga what, yeah

Oh, a lot of hatin′ went on doing this thang here
Folks just swore we wasn′t finna′ put it down for the A-town
You know what I′m saying? I ain′t gotta call no names
Cause you know who you are
You know what I′m sayin′
All I got to say to all of y′all is...
You can′t keep nobody from the Attic down
Know what I′m sayin′, and thats on the floor

Yea, it′s me, remember me from back in the day
The same ol′ nigga you thought wouldn′t get paid
Look at me now nigga, shit done changed
Ain′t no mo′ gettin′ wet in the rain
Hennessey and dank to kill all my pain
Sho′ nuff′ you can hear, but you can′t feel me man
And it′s a damn shame, we go through what we do
Playa hatin′ while I′m chillin′ on the avenue
Can′t hold no nigga down from the Attic Crew
Thats for trill on the blow, straight from me to you
Better listen up now, cause ain′t no tellin′ whats next
The dem′ between real and the ones that flex
All in your face grinnin′ when you cash that check
But when they get down and dirty it′s like "fuck dat′ bitch"
Ass nigga, so how you figga′ I was wrong
Got a baby, and a crib to keep clothes on
Long time ago, way before the grind
Trouble had become a friend of mine
You off up in my head, its just a matter of time
Before I rip shit apart and let Sean Paul shine
Like dem′ folks open face off in yo′ grill
I ain′t tryin′ to be greedy, I′m just tryin′ to live
Now that the picture clear, and you know what I mean

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

[Chorus 2x]
So how we do it when we do it shawty, U-WAAYYY
That Billy Dee got me slizzard like, U-WAAYYY
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, U-WAAYYY
It′s Attic Crew, let me hear you holla U-WAAYYY

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

[Chorus 2x]

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

[Sean Paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and Vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla ′cause I ride Vogues and whitewalls

[Chorus 2x]

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

[Chorus 6x]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

[Chorus - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
(Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind)

[Verse 1 - Sean Paul]
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
The thing I got I sell it, to get it all the time
A nickle or a dime, a half or a pound
Long as my bitch ridin′, I′ll put a nigga down
Im a playa from the jump, a hustler from the start
Something in your chest, then open up your heart
Im bouta bet it,like Memphis 10, they get it get it
Gotta have it have it, take it all, man if they let me
Ima run it, put somethin′ on it, instead of bet it
It′s that money, don′t make no money, buddy I′m ready
Can I get it? It′s win or lose, you know the rules
We rollin′, we didn′t hit it, now pay your dues

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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Sean Paul]
Just call me, the money maker, bread taker
Nigga Breaker, the pocket raper, money scraper
May do me a favor, stay the fuck up out my way-a
The rock that I can take it buddy to collect my paper
That might save ya, think of no anger, no player hater
No bumpin′ heads, when it come to gettin′ this paper
Im a player, runnin′ wit the, hand that was dealt
Flippin′ my work, ridin′ the left, fully equipped
Aint fuckin′ wit hoes, unless talkin ′bout bread
Duckin′ these streets, givin′ these strangers some head
Bringin′ it back, makin′ sho′, my pockets swole
Workin′ the streets, now they know they my hoes

[J-Bo]
I must ain′t had it, I gotta get it
Nothin′ to lose, shoot me a quarter, and watch me flip it
Shakin′ these haters down the line, they somethin′ wicked
You on a roll then pay yo′ dues, then buy a ticket
Gather your cheddar ′round this world, there′s nothin′ better
But keep it boomin′ like a system, thru any weather
Stackin′ my green, that′s somethin good, I′m on a mission
Trappin′ hard just like I should, no penny pinchin′
And for the gold, we steady missin′, and reminisin′
Buy some S, ain′t even hittin′, so stop yo′ flippin
Cuz when I pull in all my cheese you besta know
There ain′t no playin′ wit my thang when you see my foe
Act like ya know

[Chorus - x2]

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

hook

6 to 14 in 12, y′all motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain′t no mo′ going to jail
Cuz′ my folk ain′t got no mo′ bail
Cuz′ first it′s me, and then it′s you
I say first it′s me, and then it′s you

(J-Bo)
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There′s a cost to being brought up, and still I ain′t gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don′t matter how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin′ you for granted, so nigga you′d besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, don′t panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left

hook

(Sean Paul)
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin′ got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feelin′ good never bad, on the way to see flat′
Tryin′ to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I′m in the Lac′ so I ain′t drivin′ too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin′ up this road block
Found out the hard way it′s only 10 o′clock
And ain′t no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave em′ all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head "Now I′m all fucked up"
Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
I ain′t did a damn thang, but I′m back in this wagon
Handcuffin′ this clown ass nigga still braggin′
Ain′t a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout′
Tell me where the fuck I′m going, how the hell I get out
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil′ bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I′m out this bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, your too slow

Hey what′s up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout′ some motherfuckin′ driver′s license man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That′s on the blow
Man these niggas ain′t at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck this

Bologna slab was thick, ain′t no grits in my bowl
Tryin′ to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin′ blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain′t got the funds to get the right
Police be takin′ out your ass, cash low
Ain′t got no place to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da′ grind
Servin′ niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find
It′s 6 to 14 and I ain′t fuckin′ around

(J-Bo)
I can′t help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can′t fuck wit′
Now what the hell, just done happened, as I′m lost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat′ is your last remark
So don′t you start comin′ around up here up after dark
Thinkin′ you hard, with no regard, cause see I′m a′ hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin′ shit just as you rottin′

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

hook

You′re just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol′ sucka-ass self) (x4)

(Sean Paul)
When I hit the GC, my money buckled ??
These hoes shakin′ they ass, but they ain′t shakin′ it for free
Lookin′ dead at me, finna′ get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now I′m almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin′ good, lil′ shawty ?
"Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?"
And he did, so it′s on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em′ off, she shook em′ off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin′ at me like I′m wrong
Don′t where your playa′ partner, do dis′ thang til′ the money gone

hook

(J-Bo)
It′s Friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess I′ll hit club Niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
It′s that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin′ his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, I′m a′ go and head over to Magic City
Where I can get slizzard some mo′, and see alot mo′ titties
And bitties actin′ shitty for somethin′ they ain′t got
So look here shawty, it ain′t no need you gettin′ hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat′ thang, as I proceed to blow the spot

hook

(Sean Paul)
My fare lookin′ shawt, done spent all my change
Ain′t even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga I′m big pistol, drank another drank of win′
On the dance wit′ cha′
Shawty really, want me to come home wit′ her
Chargin′ five hundred, but I ain′t got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, I′m that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin′ bills to your sister

(J-Bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit′ my nigga Mark Twayne and Sean Paul off in the Lac′
And now it′s on the crack, and we actin′, and cuttin′ the fool
For every benjamin that we spend ain′t nothin′ cool
So I′m a′ let you know, just in case you didn′t know
That them Attic Crew boys steppin′ in just for the low
And if you ain′t wit′ it, then deal wit′ it, I gotsta go
Cause we ain′t bout′ no games, and you can take that to the store

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

f/ Cutty

[Chorus: Cutty]
I′m chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley′s, Cadillac pimpin
I′m cruisin, hoes choosin
That′s cool cuz I′m Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That′s cool cuz I′m Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac′s we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I′m quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
′92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let′s ride til we can′t ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho′

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell ′em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a ′Lac like a true playa ′posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my ′Lac
All day I don′t know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show ′em how a real nigga come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a ′Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15′s the knot
I′ma be a last nigga from the ATL
Y′all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My bitch got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip′ll never die, only time′ll tell
To be in, it′s Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this shit′ll never end through the eyes of my foes

@ YoungBloodZ