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Post by Maudizzle on Dec 18, 2003 6:34:36 GMT -5
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Post by tqfan on Dec 18, 2003 10:33:45 GMT -5
nope!! ;D ;D ;D  actually i might... |
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Post by tqfan on Dec 18, 2003 11:17:07 GMT -5
Against the wall Yo, yo, yo, yo Hoo, uh (Chica chica) Hey Fresh (Chica chica) We back at it (Chorus) Baby doll Up against the wall And through the sound He broke it down All at one mo hypnotic And that's when he shot it I'm not looking for love Up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Mannie) I'm not your man I'm a pimp Baby please understand But you hot, ain't it not So we can hold hands In a long truck Cadillac Surround sound in back For ever For ever ever? For ever ever Black riding in the sunshine Cranking up the alpine Rubbing down shorty's spine She is fine Love em, leave em Go back and retrieve em If the hair is bad Then I will weave em (Baby) Kick back in a Phantom Two clips and a hammer Cruising through the hood on the D? Nothing but red ? ? Two chicks Two chickens That flew from Atlanta Ay, laid back in the ? (TQ) Got work Go to work Count that (TQ – count that) Summer shine, summer time And we on the grind Birdman got them chickens and they fly (Chorus) Baby doll Up against the wall And through the sound He broke it down All at one mo hypnotic And that's when he shot it I'm not looking for love Up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Mannie) I'm cool I'm hip I'm fresh I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood Rich nigga from the hood Amplifiers, fo 24 tyres Professional liars For sho, I'm on fire In a big box Chevy Scorch real heavy Peanut butter reclining But with the steam Harvey lining (? is this line right) Look at me (Baby) Let me slide and ride And get inside Take it to my hood Where it's do or die Where the whips is clean We hustle for niggas and dime Chips, scream, the liquor was ? Custom machine And drove me on my mind Lace my teen When life ? Ghetto soldier And you can't stop my shine Fresh, Stunna bit?h respect my mind (Chorus) Baby doll Up against the wall And through the sound He broke it down All at one mo hypnotic And that's when he shot it I'm not looking for love Up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl (Mannie) Sean Paul on the wall Break it down Do it girl Lift it up Let it flow Shake it fast There it go Make it wobble Make it jiggle Put the pickle in the middle Push it back Make it clap In and out That's a wrap Goodbye So long I got to go I'm going home My favourite friend Let's bump and grind next weekend (Baby) fu?king wit your boy, ? Who gon ride? When trouble hit the hood, nigga Who gon die? When sh!t get ugly, nigga Who gon fly? But when sh!t get bubbly Everyone wanna ride Benz, Lex, the Coop (?), the jet Nigga, holla at the boy, baby Pimpin the flesh Like ? ? ? I'm a worldwide shine bit?h, I drove the best, nigga (Chorus) Baby doll Up against the wall And through the sound He broke it down All at one mo hypnotic And that's when he shot it I'm not looking for love Up in the club But I wanna go home with you (Chorus) Baby doll Up against the wall And through the sound He broke it down All at one mo hypnotic And that's when he shot it I'm not looking for love Up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl there are a few words i couldn't catch...  it's baby, every single time! |
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Post by tqfan on Dec 18, 2003 16:40:15 GMT -5
To be played Shout out to my motherfu?king self ? These bit?hes These hoes These straight a$s niggas ? (Mannie) I ain't the one That get your tune up and you all done, bit?h I'm looking nothing like your momma, son You get me messed up Guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your sh!t up And go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial I can't stand you Can you leave fu?ked up weed Please can you Leave my sh!t Stanky a$s bit?h fu?k your a$s bit?h A nigga still rich My lawyer stay down Lay down And play the playground You joke a$s, broke a$s ? Gay a$s, oh bit?h touch the wall Old sissy a$s wannabe Missy a$s y'all Some of these bit?hes are niggas too Look at yourself It could be you But that's the way they do it bro I always knew that though Nigga had gays in his ways Cos he walk with a Switch, twitch Funny looking bit?h Nobody likes you Fake a$s bit?h You need more people We don't believe you fu?k you in your a$s You can never be my equal (Woman/Mannie) (Baby) I ain't the one To get played like a pool party Trick money Get nothing bit?h Get the fu?k Give me something for my money, ma You know the score Long di?k, big pimps Got to get more Get dough, off tha dro With the cash flow Laid low Fo' deep on the indo ? ? ? That's how we roll Ay yo how we roll on them 24's On tha block With the rocks, with the Calico New whip, new shoes on the benzo New ? drop bricks in the 6 4 New lift, got chicks and they all know How we ride How we slide How we get inside How we hustle How we grind Til the day we die How we muscle How we tussle It's the way of life You don't see my struggle All you see is fu?kin ? (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the fu?k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggas Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the fu?k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggas Do what you do (Baby) I ain't the one To get cracked at a dice game Roll seven hit eleven Get your money, man Get together pluck a feather Wear your gold chain OG young nigga Let me do my thing Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game Early 70's The block ? had a name Grey haired Mr Johnny? is a pimp thing (Mannie) I ain't the one Piss me off And I'm a get the gun Clear this motherfu?ker out And make them all run They shoot Too late to look Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla ? ? ? Kill them all I want them dead Watch your mouth It's a drought ? ? ? The feds got ? Of all your clicks They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the fu?k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggas Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the fu?k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all Niggas Do what you do again, not sure about some... |
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Post by Maudizzle on Dec 19, 2003 6:27:07 GMT -5
Against the wall
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Hoo, uh
(Chica chica)
Hey Fresh (Chica chica)
We back at it
(Mannie Fresh, TQ - Chorus)
Baby doll
Up against the wall
And through the sound
He broke it down
All at one mo hypnotic
And that's when he shot it
I'm not looking for love
Up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
(Mannie Fresh)
I'm not your man
I'm a pimp
Baby please understand
But you hot, ain't it not
So we can hold hands
In a long truck Cadillac
Surround sound in back
For ever
For ever ever?
For ever ever
Black riding in the sunshine
Cranking up the alpine
Rubbing down shorty's spine
She is fine
Love em, leave em
Go back and retrieve em
If the hair is bad
Then I will weave em
(Baby)
Kick back in a Phantom
Two clips and a hammer
Cruising through the hood on the D?
Nothing but red whips
Two chicks
Two chickens
That flew from Atlanta
Ay, laid back in the ? (TQ)
Got work
Go to work
Nigga count that (TQ – count that)
Summer shine, summer time
And we on the grind
Birdman got them chickens and they fly
(Mannie Fresh, TQ - Chorus)
Baby doll
Up against the wall
And through the sound
He broke it down
All at one mo hypnotic
And that's when he shot it
I'm not looking for love
Up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
(Mannie Fresh)
I'm cool
I'm hip
I'm fresh
I'm good
I'm diamonds up against the wood
Rich nigga from the hood
Fo amplifiers, fo 24 tires
Fo professional liars
For sho, I'm on fire
In a big box Chevy
Scorch real heavy
Peanut butter reclining
But with the steam Harvey lining
Look at me
(Baby)
Let me slide and ride
And get inside
And take it to my hood
Where it's do or die
Where the whips is clean
We hustle for niggas and dime
Chips, scream, the liquor was hard as a crime
Custom machine
And drove me on my mind
Lace my teen
When life ?for bricks and dimes?
Ghetto soldier
And you can't stop my shine
Fresh, Stunna
bit?h respect my mind
(Mannie Fresh, TQ - Chorus)
Baby doll
Up against the wall
And through the sound
He broke it down
All at one mo hypnotic
And that's when he shot it
I'm not looking for love
Up in the club
But I wanna go home with you, girl
(Mannie Fresh)
Sean Paul on the wall
Break it down
Do it girl
Lift it up
Let it flow
Shake it fast
Let it go
Make it wobble
Make it jiggle
Put the pickle in the middle
Push it back
Make it clap
In and out
That's a wrap
Goodbye
So long
I got to go
I'm going home
My favorite friend
Let's bump and grind next weekend
(Baby)
See you fu?king wit your boy, ?number?
Who gon ride?
When trouble hit the hood, nigga
Who gon die?
When sh!t get ugly, nigga
Who gon fly?
But when sh!t get bubbly
Everybody wanna ride
Benz, Lex, the Coop, the jet
Nigga, holla at the boy, baby
Pimpin the flesh
Like ? ? ?
I'm a worldwide shine
bit?h, I drove the best, nigga
(Mannie Fresh, TQ - Chorus 2x)
Baby doll
Up against the wall
And through the sound
He broke it down
All at one mo hypnotic
And that's when he shot it
I'm not looking for love
Up in the club
But I wanna go home with you
*corrected
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Post by Maudizzle on Dec 19, 2003 6:38:05 GMT -5
To be played
Shout out to my motherfu?king self
Ya heardz?
I'm talking bout these bit?hes
These hoes
These play a$s niggas
?
(Mannie Fresh)
I ain't the one
That get your tune up and you all done, bit?h
I'm looking nothing like your momma, son
You get me messed up
Guess what? I ain't him
Get up and pick your sh!t up
And go with him
Nothing, nada, Nathanial
I can't stand you
Can you leave?
fu?ked up weed
Please can you
Leave my sh!t
Stanky a$s bit?h
fu?k your a$s hoe
A nigga still rich
My lawyer stay down
Lay down
And play the playground
You joke a$s, broke a$s
Ran out of smoke a$s
Gay a$s, oh
bit?h touch the wall
Old sissy a$s wannabe
Missy a$s y'all
Some of these niggas are bit?hes too
Look at yourself
It could be you
But that's the way they do it bro
I always knew that though
Nigga had gays in his ways
Cos he walk with a
Switch, twitch
Funny looking bit?h
Nobody likes you
Fake a$s snitch
You need more people
We don't believe you
fu?k you in your a$s
You can never be my equal
(Woman/Mannie Fresh)
(Baby)
I ain't the one
To get played like a pool party
Trick money
Get nothing bit?h
Get the fu?k
Give me something for my money, ma
You know the score
Long di?k, big pimps
Got to get more
Get dough, off tha dro
With the cash flow
Laid low
Fo' deep on the indo
? ? ?
That's how we roll
Ay yo how we roll on them 24's
On tha block
With the rocks, with the Calico
New whip, new shoes on the benzo
New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4
New lift, got chicks and they all know
How we ride
How we slide
How we get inside
How we hustle
How we grind
Til the day we die
How we muscle
How we tussle
It's the way of life
You don't see my struggle
All you see is fu?kin ?
(Mannie Fresh)
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut'in
Get up get out
Get the fu?k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggas
Do what you do
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut'in
Get up get out
Get the fu?k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggas
Do what you do
(Baby)
I ain't the one
To get cracked at a dice game
Roll seven hit eleven
Get your money, man
Get together pluck a feather
Wear your gold chain
OG young nigga
Let me do my thing
??
Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game
Early 70's
The block ? had a name
Grey haired Mr. Johnny is a pimp thing
(Mannie Fresh)
I ain't the one
Piss me off
And I'm a get the gun
Clear this motherfu?ker out
And make em all run
They shoot
Too late to look
Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla
?7 wall hard head?
Kill them all
I want them dead
Watch your mouth
It's a drought
?And they all afraid of?
The feds got ?
Of all your clicks
They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut'in
Get up get out
Get the fu?k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggas
Do what you do
No keys
No cheese
No Benz
No nut'in
Get up get out
Get the fu?k and stop frontin
Get on
Before we spit on
Your whole whack crew
Y'all Niggas
Do what you do
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Post by tqfan on Dec 19, 2003 8:13:18 GMT -5
against the wall... it's TYRES!! as in on cars... tires means to get tired... she tires while running... oh, wait... is tire for car an american spelling? |
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Post by Maudizzle on Dec 19, 2003 8:50:39 GMT -5
against the wall... it's TYRES!! as in on cars... tires means to get tired... she tires while running... oh, wait... is tire for car an american spelling? Yeah, I know it are those things that are on cars I always thought it was tires, but now you made me doubt  |
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Post by tqfan on Dec 19, 2003 14:02:47 GMT -5
well it's tyres here in the UK...
;D
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Post by tqfan on Dec 19, 2003 14:45:59 GMT -5
to be played add this in..
Came through in the Rolls with the ?full? frame
Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game
and then... (no of...)
And they all afraid
The feds got ?flicks?
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