ROCK THE BLOCK

CHORUS
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump
Rock the block - get the party on
Rock the block - 'til we get it done
Rock the block - girl shake that hump
Feel that thing goin' bump bump bump

verse 1
bass starts shakin that 808
all the people in the place
with a smile on they face
got speakers and tweeters makin you vibrate
can you feel it in ya feet all the way to ya face
I just love rockin partys lookin out at the hotties
In the black spandex or them ripped up jeans
Im the ruler of the mic king of the scene
I can make the whole block rock like a fiend
I can make it so nice seem like a dream

CHORUS

Verse 2
Pour my drink on ice and ill make you scream
Fellas in the place just grab that lady
It don't really matter if you rollin Mercedes
Rock that body make the girlies go crazy
Don't stand on the wall lookin stupid and lazy
Take a chance do the dance as im rockin the block
Aint no other like me rockin this hip hop
Im the best MC in the place to be

CHORUS

Verse 3
Certified by makin this party swing
Im the best in the west best in the east
I can make the old ladies get up from their seats
Make the leaves start shakin up in the trees
Ladies be lovin make em weak in the knees
Paris Tokyo London belize
I rock around the world like you wouldn't believe

BIG AND BAD

Chorus
Im big and bad
Im big and bad
The best thing you wish that you ever had
Repeat

Verse 1
Im rockin never jockin walkin down the block
With no laces in my shoes rollin with my crews
Pickin up those honeys cause they know im makin money
But they always talking something funny
Man I aint no dummy
I got the biggest baddest super raddest
Sounds of the street
And I can make the whole world
Nod their heads to this beat
Why ya think that im so super duper like superman
Cause im fresh to death in my b-boy stance

Chorus

Verse 2
Don't you try to test me cause you know
Ill knock you out
I got a four finger ringer
And you know I got clout
All you other wack mc's tryin to get to me
Take a number stand in line cause im tnt
All the players and the pimps step aside on the street
Cause im a bad old busta and I cant be beat
Now wave your hands in the air if youre feelin the drop
I am the king of the mic king of hip hop
All you breakers and DJ'S come and get with me
I am the best I am the baddest O.G. MC
And when you see me turn it out
That's when youll start to believe
That im the ruler of the block king of the streets

I been around the globe
Like you thought I would
Now I'm back with the fam
Christmas in the Hood
I been all around the city
And it's understood
That we blessed and so fresh
Christmas in the Hood
So yo approach real close
And listen up real good
If you down with the sound
Christmas in the Hood

HO HO HO yo what did I see
It was a bunch of little dudes
Runnin' around in the street
They had pointy ears and funny hats
And bells on their feet
I was trippin' maybe flippin'
Oh snap! Its Christmas eve
As I approached now they done ghosted
Disappeared in the breeze
I put down what I'd been drinking
To myself I started thinking
Are those lights that I see blinking
Up there in the sky
And now walkin' down the block
Here go those 3 Wise Guys

Now Granny hookin' up those ham hocks green beans
Turkey stuffin' there's my cousin smells like evergreens
Those stockings hanging up they are my Aunt Irene's
And yo coolin' on the couch was this dude I'd never seen
He had a big white beard & a big jelly belly
Sippin' egg nog with my favorite Aunt Nelly
I said where you from man now you look real cold
He said you could find him kickin' it up at the North Pole
I said welcome back Cringle he said its all good
This is my new jam man CHRISTMAS IN THE HOOD

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Some mistletoe and a kiss on the cheek
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO
Mistletoe Mistletoe HO

SHOOT THAT HOOP

Chorus
Come on baby shoot that hoop
Come on come on you know how to do it now

Verse 1
Pass the rock im the one on the block
With the smooth jump shot
Make the females hot
Cool breeze and 360's make the crowd scream 'ahhh'
On the blacktop im the sure shot with the flat top
Makin these fools knees pop
Im the street MC the underground king
Had the fresh moves at the age of 13
What ya wanna know about the way I swing
Hook shot while they beat box takin over ya block
Aint nothing better in the hot hot weather
Runnin all day mek ya mind feel better
Make that shot then make that cheddar
Fools come at me talk that smack
Money where the mouth that's where its at

Chorus

Verse 2
I shoot the hoop drop & swoop mix & match
Make em feel the truth drop & roll
Cause im in control pop that flip that finger roll
You know who I do this for love them ladies
Make me crazy make me wanna get up in the morning and dunk
Roll around hot with the rock in the trunk
Drive the lane and ill block that junk
Rip them moves like wilt the stilt
Got a game that I play like dr. J
Ima make you shook if you get in my way
Ima drain that shot like smooth hip hop
I can play all day rock all night
The man on the mic cause my game is tight
Keep it comin nice like you knew I might

Chorus

Verse 3
Come on and lets do it do it
Youre gonna break through it through it
Pass pass block that block that shot shot
We get we get hot hot
Wicked on the block like an astronaut
Pick and roll out of control alley oop
Then we give and go
Shoot that shoot that hoop I mean
Everybody love it when I drain that 3

Boy you filthy
(I got what you want)
Boy you filthy
(I got what you need)
Boy you filthy
Filthy stinkin' rich

Ever since man back in the day
When I first started sellin' (hey) up in the bay
Had my pockets so fat like the back of Kim K.
Had to hide my gold hide my whip hide my chains
I had a million clean by the age of eighteen
Hoppin' gulf streams twenty chicks on my team
Bank roll splittin' pockets diamonds on my tick tock
Still up in the streets chiefin' money from this hip hop
Swagged up chilly willy philly don't stop
Holla at me girl cuz my style so clean
I'm playin' with this money girl you cant see me
I'm on the flat screen in a fat limousine
Pickin' up chicks that I ain't never seen
You don't have to know me
You could smell that green
You can do the splits while you lick the ice cream
We stack thick bricks tell the chicks to scream

Ain't nothing funny man had to get that money
Messin' with a bunny all the chicks say they love me
Half my paper dirty flippin' keys like the birdie
Up in the club and they try to act flirty
We can get down down take it to the ground
You know we in the building when you hear that (whoop) sound
Ain't messin' with an ounce man gimme the pound
They can see I'm filthy so they follow me around
Up north east to the west downtown
Trick flip stunts how we how we get down
All them player haters steady lookin' like clowns
Act like you know cuz we serve them ho's
Neck wrist belt buckle all of them froze
Stinkin' like new money up in ya nose
Rich flippin' steady sippin' sippin' veuve cliquots
Lemme see you dip stand up touch ya toes

Police Goin' Down

Chorus
Police goin' down
They gonna feel my pain
I hear a siren
It's makin' me insane

Police goin' down
Cause killin' brothas gotta stop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop
Let's ride
Gonna find me a cop

Verse 1
Why we always funkin wit da boys in blue?
Them cowards always come around harrassin' duke
Make me wanna grab the sawed-off and bust
They betta wear dey vests
Because in guns we trust
We great the triple K's wit da AK's
Homey's on da roof pot shottin' e'ry day Aye Aye!
Punk police protect our neighborhood?
Wit dey boots on our necks
Boy I wish dey would
Try to Rodney King me
See me on TV
Face down 8 cops
When I gave up at Freeze!
But a young brotha's life means next to nothin'
To these donut eatin' chumps
They can think we bluffin'
Whether blood or cuzin'
It's our time for huntin'
Let me tell you wick-wack rollers some'n
We tired of shakedowns and brutality
We'll protect and serve ourselves you da enemy

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2
The ghetto bird's roamin'
I can hear the shots
As here dey come again
Terrorizin' the block
Who gave dese leeches the authority
To steal our civil rights keep us on our knees
If I'm chillin' on da corner- with the gang injunction
I'm in an orange suite
It takes a lot of gumption
To treat a whole race
Like dey caught a case
I know dem cowards love it
It's all on day face
It's terror on the streets
Yet they screamin' peace
There'll never be peace wit the blitzkrieg police
They'll run up in ya house and start sprayin' bullets
A no-knock search made my grandma pull it
Poorly executed rip on an informant's tip
Wadn't no drugs in her house
She was 86
When dey finally hit the news that night on CNN
I smell a cover-up
Dem boyz is at again!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3
Undercover police
The harassment won't cease
I know dey tryna get me
That's why I tote heat
When da cops is comin'
Hollow-points we dumpin'
I'm tryna leave 'em front seat of da car slumpin'
You gotta understand the pain
400 years of pillagin'
Slavin' wit no gains
We tired of eatin' dirt
Plenty bills but no work
You can call it what you wanna
They dirty! – The Truth Hurts

Repeat Chorus

FREAK

CHORUS
Freak slow out of control
Bounce bounce and creep ya roll
Freaky funky like an animal
Gaze like a lazer on the dance floor

VERSE 1
Frequently we freak mc's that blows in the breeze from the west indies
Santeria mama mia my name is st.john let me tell ya little something
About my favorite position anytime I rock upon the microphone
Delicious souls quite nice my mind remains vicious
Nobody come test comin out of my lips watch a part
Of 'em flip see these particles rip don't start I'ma trip
This is part of my grip I hold the microphone like I got total control
Cause im sippin never trippin call me loco loco
Cause I got the need gotta need gotta feed them freaks indeed
Ya never heard me but ask Joey D hes like the king of kings
Hes got ridiculous rings ya never heard me but ask Joey D

CHORUS

VERSE 2
J to the O E to the Y diamonds so tight rock the Mic
Freak we keep beats run the streets
Shinin like from a mile away you can hear them say
GO DIAMONDS GO DIAMONDS
I got a soundtrack in my back pack
Walk slow cause I know youre feelin that
Turn the bass up almost get a heart attack
Id like to give a shout out my man budda black
L to the E to the G G O got the old school b-boy studio
We aint takin it back we so funky in fact
If you saw me on the street youd just have to laugh
Im a paradox like a 22 that you catch
If you really saw the stash then youd do the math

CHORUS

Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'

Shot 1 shot 2 shot 3 shot 4
We already kinda twisted when we walk in the door
Jack, Jim hen gin goose hit the floor
All these trick chicks wanna ask for more
They want purple hooter shooters they aint got no dough
So gimme the bottle wait mama ask for 4
Now we cant see straight say ho lets go
We got that cazadores Don J and Patron
We don't play with alize leave that cris alone
Your girl asked me to teach (to teach)
How to go have sex on the beach (on the beach)
Do a shot then we get that nookie
Taste sweet like an oatmeal cookie
Doin' body shots straight like a rookie
Boy that 151 it done and straight shook me
Now we gonna get drunk fist pump like Snookie

Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'

Pound for pound these ho's pros
Climbing on anything that got flows
Do shots get drunk I suppose
We can go and get ya outta them clothes
By the way girl can you stretch & grab your toes
Liquor make it quicker seal the deal then close
If you grab my microphone I know
Then you with it and I'm with it lets go
Chocolate cake dr. pepper on fire
Gimme lemon drops on the rocks cuz I ain't tired
Now we mix that rock star its got me wired
If you tell me you ain't drinkin' you a liar
Imma take 5 more then retire
All of my crew we getting much higher
Now we got that liquor flowin' all night
Do a shot freak don't speak that's tight

Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin' (ev'rybody doin' SHOTS!)
Keep the liquor flowin' (gettin' drunk drunk)
Keep the party goin'

Let's light, the tree up, illuminate, the whole block
let it shine, so Santa knows where to stop
got stuffing and the gravy, coming off the stovetop
carolers singing while the jingle bells rock

deck the halls, deck the halls, wreath on the door
I can drink as much eggnog as you can pour
with cinnamon, putting ribbons on a box
plus I got the fireplace lined up with socks

spark it up, frankincense and myrrh
jack frost nipping so I'm rocking toques and furs
I make snow angels in a bboy stance
I don't need a toboggan just the seat of my pants

watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best

CHORUS:
X, M, A, S
what makes winter so fresh
X, M, A, S
digging into presents making a mess
X, M, A, S
sugarplums and the turkey sweats
X, M, A, S
now that's what makes winter so fresh

here we go, here we go, let it snow, let it snow
candy cane on the brain let the champagne flow,
looking outside it's like shaking up a snowglobe
stuff my stockings with goodies please no coal

throw confetti up, it's a party with poinsettia
turkey got me lying down, belly up
little drummer boy drummin the funky drum
pa rum pum pum pum, popcorn string strummed

chestnuts roasting, sugarplums dancing,
gingerbread house crashed for the icing
hanging ornaments, tinsel and trimmings
it's kinda chilly, even Frosty got mittens

watch me rock it, y'all, watch me rock it
hold the mistletoe for a kiss, don't drop it
I hope Santa knows and he's impressed
I ain't been a good boy, I been the best

WILD AND FREAKY

CHORUS
Its wild and freaky such a crazy time
Its wild and freaky the girls are so fine
Its crazy they all wanna be me
Just come on down they getting wild and freaky

VERSE 1
I WAS CHILLIN ONE DAY IN THE HOT SUMMER SUN
Lookin good just maxin on my street havin' fun
I seen this girl named daisy walkin down the block
Man she switchin lookin fine and I love the way she walk
so I said hey baby come lets kick it girl lets talk
she said what ya want ya just lookin at my butt
I aint gonna lie I like the way you strut
Come inside lets see whats what
Ill play some jams have you in the cut
Pour some drinks call ur freaks
Ill call my boys and well bring the heat

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I had the party jumpin as the sun start to set
Now my boys got the tables and the dj is fresh
Next thing you know we got the whole darn set
Everybody just chillin and we aint got to jet
Party jumpin heart thumpin people bumpin start to sweat
Now the beat becomes hypnotic and the girls are so erotic
Babe you mine you my narcotic im the super dopest
Chillest wildest mc in the spot

CHORUS

VERSE 3
She said ok man I couldn't believe
Man my rhymes so smooth I got the player steez
I don't brag just boast just straight cool breeze
I got ten fine ladies tuggin at my sleeve
Now just sit right back chill relax
You know we came to rock jump up
now touch your toes shake that thing
While I bust these flows
Crazy lazy freaky deaky so amazing
Out the speakers side to side
With the bump and grind
She so fine she bust my mind

It's about to get crazy, hold on baby
No glitz no glam, it's all about the grits and
Gravy, kicking mad flavor
Caught up in the madness nothing can save ya

Swinging from the chandelier
The place is jumping no standing here
Don't hold it back, just let it go
I'm clockin fly girls, I wanna let you know

I get nasty, not trashy
If you're curious, girl, just ask me
What's the difference, lemme tell you
I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to

Now you know I'm a freak, but a gentleman
When I want a taste of the cinnamon
So tell your friends, to bring they friends and they friends
gGet hype for the night here we go again

CHORUS:
It's time to get wild and crazy
There won't be no if's or maybe's
This goes out to the fly ladies
Who want to be my baby

Ready or not the spot is packed
When the party is hot, that's where the action's at
Skinny dippin, all your clothes are gone
There ain't nothing wrong, if all you got is a thong

If that's wrong, I don't wanna be right
If you got tight hips then you're just my type
Girls they be dancing on tables
With bamboo earrings bigger than bagels

Bouncing moving all around
East to west side, down to uptown
Get wild ain't no turning back
Word up, the party is wherever you at

PARTY TIME

CHORUS
Everybody out on the left get your hands up in the air
Everybody out on the right wave it like you just don't care
Now we aint never gonna stop keep it goin all night
Yeah this is how we do it yeah its party time

VERSE
Wave your hands up in the sky left to right side to side
Im the mc with that rhythm right girls are fresh the beat is tight
What ya gonna do its Friday night
Gonna rock to the rhythm like dolemite
That sexy mamas out of sight lean and mean
So darn fine
Like to know you if you got the time
That beat shakin all in your spine
Time to party if you girls don't mind way you move is just so divine
Aint no party like a west coast party cause a west coast party don't quit
Don't forget that east coast party cause an east coast party don't stop

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Now the beat keeps rockin champagne poppin breakers lockin
The girls are jockin feet are stompin here to Compton
The heart is pumpin party jumpin bass is thumpin
Now aint that something keep on bumpin all night long
Party stay dope when I rock this song
Aint nothing wrong with a little bit of junk inside the trunk
When you feel the beat man gotta eat so im runnin these streets
Hustling to the hip hop im the tip top the best
I came here to express rock the mic I am so fresh

CHORUS

VERSE
NOW BBOYS AND BGIRLS its party time
All the breakers and rockers its party time
Keep it going all night cuz its party time
You know it feels so right
Party people in the place party people
Just feel that bass come on come on
Its all night long now party people lets rock this like
Always be the dopest flyest pimp so don't you test
Now ladies you know I am so fresh
The fellas say oh yeah
The ladies say oh yeah
We be the super magalistic freaks we rock it all night long

CHORUS

GIMME A WOOO

GIMME A WOOO
EVERYBODY FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK SIDE TO SIDE
GIMME A HEYY
ALL THE LADIES GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE TONIGHT

Now let me take you for a little ride tonight
Pimped back in a Cadillac feeling allright
Old school like a pimp on a Saturday night
Lean back in the seat head tilt to the right
I aint a mean man I could just lean man
Pull over for a second pull out the green man
You know we smoke lets do it (do it)
See that red light run right through it
Aint nothing but a party goin down right now
All the ladies in the ride got that rump like pow
Wanna know how I do it just ask me how
Jeans is pressed and smell so fresh
Mint tic tacs something for the breath
Straight half twisted by the time I left
On the two way speeding down the freeway
Me and my dj going to rock the spot tonight

Chorus

Now all the ladies in the place are you feeling allright
Got style and finesse old school like def
New school like fool better catch your breath
Ill be rockin this party till theres no one left
Straight crunk in the back get it packed that's my method
Aint no one in the spot waiting to get hectic
A little attitude my crew will correct it
Move that little thing over I inspect it
Went to the corner of the club she directed
Licked her lips and then she moved her hips
In my mind I was wylin doin two back flips
Does she drive automatic or she ride that stick

Chorus

Little twinkle in the eye now she act all slick
I like short ones tall ones skinny or thick
Down south out west or shes from the bricks
Now they all acting fly so just take your pick
Be a gentleman got that adrenaline
Pump like medicine into the system
Look how she glistens like the diamonds on my wrist
Pourin cris in the glass you know we pimp like this
I aint nothing but a fiend for this all night thing
Hands up in the air iced out like bling
Now just gimme that beat so I can do my thing

BEAT OF THE STREET

CHORUS
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on movin yeah we aint gonna stop the groovin
It's the beat of the street
We gonna keep on poppin there aint no stopping us

VERSE 1
Up lock around the block
Non stop movin cuz my crew don't stop
Bring it all night ima bout to pop
Crazy on the dance floor they want more
Yo homeboy what ya lookin at
Tease your girl like a kitty cat
Ya know she gonna wanna gimme that
My styles so fresh and my laces fat
If ya wanna battle then I got the map
Six step the top rock centipede when im in the spot
Rock steady comin heavy
Papi you aint really ready
Me and the crew got the old school chevy's
Back front side to side
I even pop lock in the ride

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Don't come up in my hood now I thought you understood
Now freeze lock breakers get in your spot
Windmills butterfly kicks fakers punks gonna make you quit
When I throw that turtle all in the mix
Suicide like karate flicks
Swipe flare shuffle step
We number one cuz you know the rep
Two turntables and you start to sweat
Never gonna be that crazy set
Head lock while we down lock
We in control when we in the spot
Dj keep that beat on top
Hope this beat don't stop

Chorus

VERSE 3
YO Bboys and bgirls
Now pop lock all around the world
We keep it street we rock the beat
We got the style and the moves are sweet
Octopus to the king tut
What ya know about the robot what
Smooth it out struttin poppin
Boogaloo and we boogy down
Backslide to the moon walk
How we move how we talk
You might get an electric shock
Robot all up and down my spot

CHORUS

Lights, camera, action it's on
Party 'til the break of dawn, word is bond
Spot is getting hot, and the crowd is getting live
But my crew stay cool, while we let the beat ride

Bounce up and down, left to right
Grab a cutey with a booty and the hips are tight
Like dynamite, she got the boom and pow
I don't need to say nothing they like my style

Yeah baby, are you down with the program
Whine your body, but this ain't a slow jam
Gere's your chance, take it, don't fake it
Just shake it, like you're butt naked

I like the girls, that get freaky with it,
if she's a superfreak, you might see me with it
throwing down, light up the party
I never rock with anything less than a hottie

CHORUS:
Do you like that, tell me do you like that

Check the profile, watch'em go wild
If you didn't know, then you know now
It's the golden child, I got the flavor
I got the rhythm, that y'all are slave to

I got the paper, I got the moves
Always smooth, I can never lose
The lady's choice, the way I'm swinging it
You couldn't handle it, the way I'm bringin' it

Straight to the top, never gonna flop
Looking for sugar and spice, stir up the pot
I'm chilling with the hotties, mixing and mingling
I wanna see you pump it til your earrings start jinglin'

She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that

CHORUS

She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that shake that
She got hips, that she whips real fast
She got a bumper that'll give you whiplash
I get busy, and I get that cash
We can get busy if you shake that

Intro
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, (DJ Scratch "Here We Go!)

Verse 1
A party ain't a party if the girls ain't acting naughty
Pick a hotty, grab a drink I'm going in like kamikaze
Say wassup to my posse, they kickin' it like karate
blowing up the spot while we chillin' is just a hobby

Herbs try to copy, as they watch me and jock me
Acting all cocky, but their style's kinda sloppy
Stop me, they can't do it, I get into it
They shoulda' knew it, they blew it, stop actin stupid

Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat

Verse 2
Fly honeys never showed love, til they saw a brother blow up
Jealous cats talkin' foul better slow up
Put the dough up, not for nothing, I got them jumping
I'm poppin' bra straps you ain't popping nothing

Just bluffin', huffin' and puffin', ain't saying a word
Come around poppin that you get kicked to the curb
Forget what you heard, or get tapped on the chin
So just chill, pass the herb, say word and take it in

Chorus
Ayo, yah we got it like that
Ayo, yah the Pockets stay fat
Ayo, shorty, won't you bring that back
Turn around one time, shake that feminine fat

(DJ Scratch "Here We Go!")

WE FADED

Chorus
We faded rollin in the escaladed
We faded rollin with them crunked up ladies

Verse 1
We rollin deep and we downright nasty
Eyes all crooked and the fashion is ashy
Smoking on foot long blunts
Pullin stunts in the backseat
Tags on the whip say '83
I got aluminum fronts and I walk like a pimp
When you see me comin lights dim
Talking to a Mexican say you love
Them puerto Ricans 100%
Im here to freak em out they stash
I don't give up the cash
Got a big old burner underneath the dash
Loaded with a quick clip and them big mouth
Big talk suckas don't say ish
But im cool like the pillows of them eskimoes
Got to pull down low to drop the ride I smash toes
Style on pro
Hands on froze
Hand me the microphone in a b-boy pose

Chorus

Verse 2
Laser scope jump rope move pounds of dope
Its pathetic how the product in the hood is narcotics
Spot it and I gotta get it glove that the hand fit
Faded like a flat top legit
We in the spot lookin downright classy
Mama come and ask me clean or he nasty
Comin with his team lookin mean and flashy
Aint got a minute to admit it im a gangsta
Getting rid of competition in the battle c'mon
Getting 6 figures for this song
I aint worried bout nothing cause im faded
Youre whole style and your flow is outdated
Keeping it on point I be lovin them ladies
Rollin in a black 600 mercedes
Swerving like Mel did in Malibu
Sippin on rum I aint no bum

Chorus

Pull em out toast and I bang bang it
Got nothing on the books
(mumbles)

This is a Raid

Chorus
This is a raid - git your hands up
Just stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
This is a raid - git your hands up
Better stay in your place an' keep your mouth shut
Everybody freeze - everybody freeze

1st Verse
While you was rollin' flashy out wit' ya crew
While yaw was sellin' bricks I was watchin' you

You made a name
But you know the game
You sellin' in my hood
I gotta get ya mayne!!

Look, I'm a G for real
I own cops, crack shops, plenty of steel
I can't let you ride up in my hood
And sell major rocks like its all good (pause)

I've been settin' this trap for months
Make it difficult we'll have to clap
For once,
Do what's in ya best interests dude
If ya make a wrong move homeboy ya throughRepeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Young G you know how these streets be
Homicides, back knives, arm robberies

Take it like a man
Son you chose this life
I did it cause I can
You was livin' trife

You think cause you was out here mini-ballin'
Than you could avoid the wrath of me
Boy quit ya stallin'

Give me all dem bricks
Give me all ya chips
We takin' all ya wips
And we'll be back if you get loose lips

Hurry up, oh ya boy's bein' lazy
He had to try me now his eyes is all glazed see

I love my pump
I'm quick to dump
Better keeps ya hands up
We some riders chump!!

Repeat Chorus

Vamp
Put ya hands up
We grindin'
No whinin'
We ridin'

Ya getting' stuck up
Stop cryin'
Or ya dyin'
No lyin'

Repeat Vamp 2x

Repeat Chorus

Rub-A-Dub

CHORUS
We go wild go wild - gonna do it supa freaky style
In the front back hot crack hump awhile
We pop the bub in the tub give it up
Gonna do the rub-a-dub, the rub-a-dub

When I'm up in da club
I like to Rub-A-Dub
Head straight to the bar, I'm blazed
I sip on some bub - I'm known
So all the honeys wanna give me some love
Every weekend G it's the same - It's never enough

10" inch long - They know they can't go wrong wit a thug
They know I plug - Lady's hollerin', Dog- I hammer the rug!!
It don't matter, cause any spot we in
We gon' win- Oooh!! Go head girl show me some skin
There it is!! Here we go!! Baby twerk your skirt
You may the perfect little somethin' to take back for some work
Hit the VIP- Give me some head – Get in her head
It's brains and money homey - Me, I don't need a bed

I like the way you girlin'
Crushed ice in your mouth
Slurp up on my nuts
This what's life's about

Turn around, let me hit it from back
It's wild in the club
Freakin' all night caught up in a Rub-A-Dub
It gets wild in the club

CHORUS
Repeat Pre Verse

Bounce baby's bouncing like a '64
I'm goin' for mine
Her but up off the floor
She got more bump than a little

Throw it back at me
This Magnum is aimed to please
I know it's hard to breath

I know they told I was thunderin'
Up in them walls
That's the only reason you back here
In a skirt with no draws

I'll give you what you need Girl
I stroke it mean
Dat crack hot, wet, tight
I can see the steam

I'm a P.I.M.P from a unit full of scrilla stackers
Don't leave your girl around me
Cause I'm a have to mack her

After about 10 minutes
We'll be in the back of the club
Trees in the air
Doin' all kind of freeky stuff

Like this one here
When I first saw here I knew she was a winner
Damn baby you freaky
She hit me with the sit and spinner

She said she want it on her face
I had to oblige
Pulled out gave her a taste
Shot the goo in her eyes
It gets wild in the club

So after the ep(isode), it's back to the bar
The rest of the ladie wanna do me
Just because I'm a star
I saw honey whisper somethin' to her girlfriend- her eye's lit up
She stepped away – now she wanna get stuck
She('s) lucky, cause I can last for hours
Keep goin' and goin'
Energizer bunny
All these broads is knowin'

That's what when she got the back
She shot a nod to the stairs
Next thing you know - Oooh!!
Baby girl drop
Hold it right there

Sit it on my lap
Damn its soft and wet!!
Turnover, spread them cheeks wide open
As wide as they can get

You're my second Private Dancer
And I'm enjoying the show
You can let your hair down
Let all your juices flow

She's moanin' - Man, I'm groanin'
The intensities growin'
Her crack is hot as a stove
And we both knowin

I'm only a couple bumps
From blowin' it out
I pulled out
She took monster out the Magnum
And made me put it in her mouth
Man it gets wild in the club!!!

Play For Keeps

Chorus
I play 4 keeps
Don't mess with me
Better get out of my face
I'm the winner G

I own the street
Ain't gonna lose
Digging a plot
Gonna put you down six feet

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
I took ten shots, think you can roast da Dog!!
I keep the gat cocked creepin through the fog
Sneak up on ya like a shadow when we crawl
And leave ya leakin'
And ya mama screamin' dat I'm wrong

Ghetto reaper
Black Cape
Dog, I'm sinister
Nobody pull me off the task 'till its done

And I stay taxin' and I'm warnin' you all
My meat I like raw
Walkin' these streets you showin' ya gall
To think you could ball
If daddy's lookin' who ya gone call
Cause when I seen ya pull the 44 den BLAWWW!!!

I live above the law
I meant to throw her through the window, see..
It ain't about the green
Boy I'm a MEAN FIEND

Last week a new crew wit keys
They rolled around here flashy
Think they gonna bling bling
But I think not!!

Cause when dey came around my way
I jacked 'em den I cracked 'em
Cause ya boy don't play!!!

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
0:06:00 ya hopin' ya don't choke
Ya spot me floatin' through ya yard chokin' da smoke
You wanna run for some shelta but come up shote wit my dope
I come descendin' like I was wearin' a cloke

There's no where to runna when I swoop down on ya
Go for a collar left right stroke and you a gonna

Cause there's no roller
Shoot straighter
No greater
Darth Vader
If I walk through ya door
It's see-ya-later

I'm gonna shoot it it's ya turn to die
And let ya body rot
We known to peel on spot
That's how I keep a knot

Get ta duckin' when you see me
I'm 1 or 4 or 5 major villains on these streets

With chrome gleamin'
Cold deamon
Ol' gold leanin'
Head the toe tag team and I'm schemin'

Center of da scene
And We don't duck da law
187
You stepped on
And we da raw

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Now I told you young dummies once
I'm a killa toe to fro
Grindin' all 12 months

While(space) I soldier servin' grief
Ya smoke to much

You want my flow stopped
Handle mine homicide end up chalkin when I touch ya
Done(space)

Fool and you can get ta shuckin' and duckin'
Quit son
It won't save you

Young peela
The hood don dada
And I'm willin' wit ya girl
If you think you comin' for my green
I'll rock ya world

All the street brawlers
Is green as my top dolla
Wit all the yay I'm movin'
I'm ballin'
I'm rotweiller
Fa sho' bet I load and lock bite ya neck (space)

You a ho
G's give cuz much respect
Cause I...

LOST MY MIND

CHORUS
I done lost my mind lord can you help me find it
Get down down come and turn around (repeat)

VERSE
With the.44 come through the door get dough
Snatch ends like a fiend know what I mean
Serpentine dreams my whole team seen things
You wouldn't believe jail tat's on the sleeve
Smuggling drugs in cavities these thugs be jugglin'
Hustling talking about pimps with bricks in the back
Of the whip I think quick in my mind so sick
That they wanna lock me up give me medicine
Like im a veteran seeing things I hallucinate
About plates made of platinum and I flatten them with flows
And I love those hoes where my nose goes lead me to the rainbow
Pot 'o gold bend down touch ya toes
But ya cannot hear me though
I love playa haters im ya mind invader

CHORUS

VERSE 2
I lost my train of thought it jumped the tracks jump back
Semi-automatic in the hands of a lunatic
Spittin counterfeit mamuscripts im poundin fists
Reading all them lyin lips I used to say stack chips but its played out like space ships
Old like them flows don't they know im low pro
I sneak no doz on the way to poconos
Smoking those sticky elbows drinkin mickeys with a straw
Quick on the draw smoke pall malls climb walls stand tall
If you can even stand at all im so close to an overdose in Soho
Fond foes and I make em witness im takin care of business
Im writin up a hit list sofit this bullet proof vest real close to ya chest
I hold a dart against ya neck and make ya hold ya breath
My best friend my homepiece my man is death
No time left no time for them threats this time
Ima get mine ima drink mad wine in the summertime
Im alive like theres 5 minutes left

CHORUS

JUST HANG

Laid back thinking chillin in the Lincoln
On the brink of vexin' but I shouldn't be stressing
All of this existence is a blessin confessin
To my many women in the back seat sinkin'
Into separate dreams roll up smoking the conduit
Spliff lit ill admit if it's a gift it should beget a
Righteous destiny smokin session come with blessings
Too many troops with too many youths trying to get loot
Who do dem shoot cant discuss discussion
It's a dangerous transgression

Just hang
Cause it aint no thing

Scandalous can handle just its own exist a vandalous
Contagious way of operating ignorance in angeles
Forget it find the fit and just lay back and just get lit
Kid its far too close to overdose no one to trust only boast
One particular way of thinking sink in sunshine state of liquid slow
My tempo down to beats complete as you and me could only be
In this a free delicious breathing only competing with the airs
Of existence this is just a persistence of magnetical realizations
Super evident and existential in the mentals climb a mountain
Exponentially each and every day hey

Chill relax and just lay back
Repeat

Chorus

RAST

Down in the Hood

Intro
It's a little rough down in our hood. Sometimes you don't even know (space) if you gonn' make it through the next day. You know, we down here don' what we gotta do to survive (space).

Whatever it takes (space). It's do or die (space)

When you ain't got nothin' (space), you do what you gotta do!!!

Chorus
Down in the Hood
We comin'
Down in the Hood
We gunnin'
Down in the Hood
We hangin, Roll out hit the street
We bangin

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
More smokin' & croakin' down in the hood
Know folks don died floating like a bloc a wood

We choose to chop & chop and
Move it block to block
Seen a little money now we just can stop- What?

Lookin' like ya wanna run up... Look like ya not
Think you gonna rob me
That's how a playa gets shot

I was bummy wit da homie just yesterday,
Moved a bundle on the humble- stacked
Now I'm on my way!!

Partnas on the streets loc'in-up
Everybody's fingers on a trigga'
dey might erupt

Fiends on da hunt schemin'- comin' by the spot
I keep a AR under the couch
What would you do if you were hot?

I keep unloadin' the glock
Dis is 4 block!
Gang descendant
I've been shown a lot

How to rock cane
Blow a brain
Rollin? Call my main
Foes I fold 'em
Team a killas
Now the streets know my name

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Two on the corner, six on the 4th floor
All da covers is rovin' knowin' it won't go

Tell all the fellas, tell all dey chickens dat don't know
If they need da dough and down for a trip
Den here we go!!

Dey bugged da celly so get wit me
Feel da heat split it
Pour it down the drain
Twenty strong and we sic wit it

We up'd the grimeyness during my reign
Yall sheep in this jungle, ya fallin'
And I'm Orangutan

Check the po(lice) file
She Used to be a queen
Now she a hooker
Saw her wit' a cop just chillin' for five minutes
if they book her
And it get back she get to talkin'
den I'll have to cook her
Playin' checkers when its chess boy I'll have to rook her

Locked & Cocked cause up in dese streets is BIG BEEF
No telling what they'll do behind a pipe and some coca leaf

But if you wanna get loose lips messin wit my grip
They'll probably find ya body in ya wip - DON'T PLAY WIT' ME!!!

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Soldiers we roll wit da 44 nixin'
all da phonies in da mix while we on our mission
Lbs. of work up in tha mo- bags is glistenin'
From Vaseline
When da phone ring
Da feds' listenin'

I'm up to da challenge. My foes quick ta dump
Young crooks dey wanna move up
Da lure of a buck

My head up on a swivel since a brotha blew up
Cause where we grew up
Ya girl a pump two in ya gut

Vamp
In my hood
It's life or death
These streets don't play

Down in da hood it's do-or-die
Make a bad move and you can lose your life

Repeat