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Post by Maudizzle on Dec 18, 2003 6:34:36 GMT -5
anyone feel like typing em up?
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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
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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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