I'm So Hood lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)

DJ Khaled We're The Best

Who We Nigga

We're The Best

The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across The World

And You Represent The Hood Two Hands In The Sky

[Chorus:]

I'm So Hood (Listen)

I Wear My Pants Below My Waist

And I never dance when I'm in this place

'Cause You And Your Man Is Planning To Hate (I'm So Hood)

And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Taking about I'm Out The Hood

And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)

If You're Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about

Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch)

I Do It For The Hood

Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It 'Cause I Could

Heavy starch On My Jeans 4X On My White Tee

Living Life Like A G That's Why These Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me

But I ain't Going Play With 'Em

Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em

Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up

And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life

I'm Straight Out The Hood Bra

See That's What I Do It For

My Low Class Ghetto Ass

Just Renewed My Ghetto Ass

[Chorus]

Ross Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride

Four blunts For Me To Get High

Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)

I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies

Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies

Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood)

I Murder One Of You Fuck Niggas

Droppin' For You Last

You Know Coming Mad (I'm So Hood)

For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions

I Made 'Em, The Mayblock Is Mine, The City Is Mine (I'm so Hood)

[Chorus]

Damn my P O You all Can Tell her I Said It

violate me if She wants, she's Gonna Have To Come Catch Me

piss Test Me All You Want, I'm gonna Smoke When I'm Ready

Pants Hanging Off Me Now 'cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood)

I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, 'Cause I Ain't Friendly

I drank Yak homie, you all drink Cris

I Like Bust It Babies I don't Want No Boosy Bitch

I Never Buy A Phantom 28's Can't Fit

They Say I'm fed bound, They Call Me high risk

Full Bloody Goon, Lanes Make Me Sick

You Get 3 or 4 Birds where I'm from we call you rich

I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie Is All Behind Me

[Chorus]

I'm So Hood

Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies

Nigga We So Hood

We The Best

DJ Khaled Florida Stand Up

Let's Go

Hood

Before The Solution lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel, Pooh Bear)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Yeah...

I represent loyalty

I am loyalty

I am the definition of loyalty

I represent the G's

Beanie Sigel

We The Best

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]

All the bullshit stops here (Here)

Let's get this clear (Yeah)

Shoot rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh)

What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair

I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear

Whuddup with State Prop. the crew, when they not there?

The moment dat they heard it the verdict, when it wasn't clear

Ya boi had the city, yeah did they really disappear?

Jay really not visit there? Dame and Beans are they tight as it seems

Or is it all fabricated from dat same fabric

Now rip the rock marriage straight from seams

Thing's ain't what it seems but at time do tell, the truth shall prevail

Until then, you dudes bite yall nails in anticipation (Fuck)

I know you hate it why I got chu waitin? (Shiiit..) - I too, am waitin'

Gotta see a couple faces, when I make 'em face it

Truth dat is dat ya boy have patience (Yes!)

As a matter a fact, it's wearin' thin

But I tell you this tho, when the New Year begins

Pussies who got nuts 'cause I'm goin' all in

[Chorus: Pooh Bear]

Can you hear me (Ayyy), came for attention (Ayyy)

But it ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)

It ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)

I'm applyin' every ? in my ?? stays the same

It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)

It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)

Nah-uhhh..

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

Now let's not get this misconstrued

To say dat diss record - I don't diss my dudes!

Outta respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew

Never in front of you I couldn't get dat rude

Ionn give a fuck but I couldn't get dat crew

cause knowin what i do i can get like (Khh) ouu

You wanna know what I do, don't cha?

You'd love it if I told you lil' fuckers, won't cha?

Uh-unh, scrap gotta pay for this one

Sorry youngin', got to wait on this one (Yes)

The Solution, soon in stores

Date to be posted, until then - I'm on pause

[DJ Khaled (talkin'):]

Yeah, to DJ khaled aka We The Best

Beanie Sigel (Whudd!.. Ain't no more too it)

Give em more man, more

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

Well fuck it I don't wanna stop

Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop

Tell me who ya wanna rock

This true love, Roc-a-Fella 'till I die

Nigga keep it movin', don't get caught up in this drive-by

The break's over, ya boi 'bout to take over

If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here)

Get my crown, dust of my chair

And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there

Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the prison tier

Daddy here to put the kids to bed (Get it clear!)

By the way, the wars on - you can't call it off

It's too late once the boss involved

Here I come!!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

In life-There's real niggas... And there's fuck niggas...

See, We The Bess..

I worked my whole life to show these niggas...

DJ Khaled, Beanie Sigel!!

We The Bess

And all you fuck niggas, trynna divide and conquer crews...

NIGGA, WE THE REALESS~!!!

WE THE BESS!!

DJ Khaled, the beat nova-kane on this one..

Thankyou, but take you time.. And listin to the real...

We The Bess... I'M STARVIN'!!

I AIN'T EVER GON' STOP!!

Beanie, Mac!! I see ya, I'ma salute cha

I'm From The Ghetto lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Game, Jadakiss, Trick Daddy, Dre)

[DJ Khaled]

We the best

I represent the hood

I represent the ghetto

I represent the people

I represent you

LISTEN!!!

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[The Game]

Ayo Cali

Walk with me

Yeah thats what got me here

The chucks the khaki suits

All the swap meet years

The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks

Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop

Thats why I love the hood and everything we got

From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops

All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch

A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top

Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block

Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch

I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg

Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss

So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs

When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas

Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project

From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[Jadakiss]

AAHHAA!!!

Yeah ugh

They know

Yeah ugh

Aint no help there just food stamps

Weight checks and welfare

Every man gone for self there

Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care

Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it

Everybody know eachother if not they realated

You can get shot or get bladed

Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties

Six months five years for you just to cop out

Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out

Fights break out when you wired and start joking

Alot of OG's retired and started smokin

House party games of spade sweet kool-aid

Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid

So therefore I could never be too paid

I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[Trick Daddy]

Haha

Tell me this how come

Black folks get a little doe

And forget where they come from

Man we used to have good times

But since you moved on up you aint cool with us

We still support you tho we dont see you much

You aint the first fool its cool with us

But why you living out your idols dreams

Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs

Now its cool that your adress changed

But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same

I guess new homies came with his fame

But see true homies will stay the same

Through all the up's and down's in your career

A couple wives few kids scattered here

And when you dead or broke without a deal

All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

Hit 'Em Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Paul Wall, Bun B)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm comin down, I'm actin bad

I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab

I'm comin through, I'm tippin dime

I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin a clown [x2]

[Bun B:]

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta

A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta

Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta

Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda

What a f*cked up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario

Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial

They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial

Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go

Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and

Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend

Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say)

I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day

Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic

Watch what you say when we meet cause they know might get yo ass kicked

End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK ni**a

We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf*

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall:]

This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson

Choppin up tha slab, spokes turnin, bobbies searchin

Shoppers splergin, Caked up cause my pockets swoll

I'm callin plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll

I'm from that lone star, tippin dime dat candy car

Get it shined on 59, Lean and tuck I'll cut some more

Hoes wanna who we are, Fathers wanna know what we get

Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cause they ain't hot

They ain't got the cash that I got,

They don't know what my hood 'bout

They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop

Countin cash and stackin not, South victory back to Scott

Crawlin like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch

I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho

Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin em off, you already know

Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh

A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best

[Chorus]

'S' On My Chest lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman)

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

[Lil Wayne:]

Reporting From Kim's Kinda Star

Holly grove 17 carnivore

Riding Through The City In A Tonka Toy..

I Got Old Money, Could've Bought A Dinosaur

Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford

And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors

Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, I'm A Hoe, you Know That I'm A Whore

Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monster Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cop's A Boy,

When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got You Boy, I'll Just Let The Big Mac Whopp You Boy

See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy

We Run Up In You Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy (Uhh)

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

[Birdman:]

Yeah,

Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, you Better Know It's Gravy

If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby

Shit Goin be Crazy, Nigga Doing It Like The 80's,

Bunch of Young Niggas Poppin Off and They Spraying,

Up In The Early We Thank You For The Sunshine

Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,

Kiss Momma 'Cause We're Going Out and Getting Mines,

Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,

Shoe First Nigga Not Seeing Mines,

Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,

5 Drops, Of The Last Big Time,

Lord To The Game, Nigga Till It's My Time,

Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,

Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,

2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,

Doing Dougnuts In My Hood Getting Paper Bags..

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.

It be That Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

[Birdman:]

Living Is Red, That How We Play It,

An Up Town Sr. Be Blood Till I'm Dead,

That's What I Said, I Put Some Change In your Head,

If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nothing But Bread,

50 Shots From High Nigga We Won't Stop,

From Putting Candy On The Slabs,

To Stirring The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,

Pull It and Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands

Niggas That Means Knots

[Lil Wayne:]

Bitch I'm a Boss

Bitch I'm a Boss

Bury Me Like My Father On The Cross

And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,

Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,

Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,

Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault,

Huh I Don't Jump On The Track, I Pull Forward,

I Got That S On My Chest I'm Supposed To Follow...

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead...

Bitch I'm From Dade County lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & others)

[DJ Khaled:]

Diaz Brothers

DJ Khaled

I rep my city

Dade County, let's go!

[Trick Daddy:]

Dade County stand up right now

Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka

By way to Overtown and look at this city

Open to Grove and the South Miami

Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana

Some many ice P-Rhymes rich

Dade County, let it do what it do

[DJ Khaled:]

Rest in peace to Uncle Al

We The Best

Dade County, let's go

I rep my city

Nigga, I rep my city

Miami, Listennn

[Trick Daddy:]

I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit

I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch

Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way

Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A

A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved

Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live

We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills

Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them

Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder

We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas

For on pray they raised to get money waist

We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade

Aye

[Chorus:]

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)

[Trina:]

305, it's my city

Yes, I'm from Dade County

Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me

Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em

Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em

Any bitch wanna come test me,

Yup, come to my city, that's where I be

I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag

I don't give a fuck (what?!)

Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south

Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house

Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound

They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out

Ouch!

[Rick Ross:]

Bitch I got money too

"Trilla" album comin' soon

Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room

Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)

Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest

Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)

You roll it, I like it (Ross!)

She rollin' wit moa (moa!)

Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)

Khaled's the boss

Like Ricky's the Ross

Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source

Come here girl, lemme get you this

This one Rick try to get you rich

Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich

I'm out this sports, I'm in the game

Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade

[DJ Khaled:]

Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side

Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad

Dade County, I do this fo' us

Listennn

[Brisco:]

Yuh, I got money too

Bris', I be comin' thru

Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)

Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)

Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills

Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe

Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def

Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me

And yeah I rep my city, bitch

I'm from Dade County

[Flo-Rida:]

Ayy!

Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?

Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em

Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas

M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play

Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer

Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet

Come on the opposite side of the beach

They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep

Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean

That's when I top wanna say about your dreams

We on the tox' clippin' that clean

Holla on the block cause we under degrees

That's what about rep that A-P-T's

Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy

I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy

Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy

We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County

You better know it, cause

[Chorus]

[C-Ride:]

Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line

I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines

We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets

You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef

Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,

I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city

I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it

Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'

Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!

[Dre:]

Unhh

From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka

D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block

Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same

I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)

I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty

Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city

Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime

They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'

Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best

I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast

Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in

The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay

Nigga!!

[Chorus]

The Originators lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Krayzie Bone]

I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something

But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin

Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100%

The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality

Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary

Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty

Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me

One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done

Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue

They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning

They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1

No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die

Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme

Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm

Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin

And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know

Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor

What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life

And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights

We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It

We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted

They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!!

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Wish Bone]

Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth

You know think about the bone flow for hoes

I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth

Betta get you that dough you old hoes

Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh)

Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup)

Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead

Before my time but im still ahead

Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg)

And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off)

And im ready im ready know what it is

Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love

Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds

We can share some blood (blood [x6])

Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do)

Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth)

I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth

And ima show you somethin fuck it

This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin)

Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em)

Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya

We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous

Nah aint no love there (aint love there)

Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes

They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus

We dont play no games so when we up on ya

Believe we gone let it rain

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Layzie Bone]

In the hood where its good yea we get respect

On any street man its time to bill collect

Its a promise little homie no need for threats

We da best in the business we breed the next

Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest

We really aint mad at you clones

You gotta give credit where credit is due

Why wouldnt they give it to bone

If you ever gave props den a massive thanks

Now you thinkin how a master thanks

Way back in 94 stage stayed closed

We opend the door nigga get that bank

Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy

Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline

Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy)

Now most of the greatest done did it

And some of the latest done did it

Rest in peace to the b-i-g

Been 13 years and they still fuck with it

Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it

I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty

Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation

Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it

Let me bust in face since you had to taste it

Smash and takin whats rightfully mine

Nigga betta check my profile

Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style)

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

New York lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jadakiss, Ja Rule, Fat Joe)

[DJ Khaled:]

This is, this is,

This is, this is,

Im about Unity,

Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida

Listennn,

[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Jadakiss:]

Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,

All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,

Before it all got hyped,

I was in the corridor,

Apple before it got riped.

So I aint gotta act like,

I'm on top of, or in front of them,

If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,

Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,

I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,

These niggas is different kind of soft.

Everybody know it all,

Nobody follow a protocal,

The money's only good until you blow it all.

Stacking every cents,

Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?

So now he's running for president.

It's a shame what the game's became,

But the truth is,

There's really nobody to blame,

But the music.

Lets give it a minute,

Wtih no wack gimmicks,

Just hard beats and rhymes,

blow breath back in it.

[Chorus: Jada and DJ khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Fat Joe:]

Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,

You claim king, but we in control of this,

Name another rapper you see on the streets,

huggin the block at the height of a beef,

Yellow tape and white sheets,

Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,

I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,

make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.

But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,

Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,

Joe's the business, Ask about me,

In the middle of the desert,

and they still can drought me.

You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,

You see weezy coming down on that forklift,

And money aint a thing, unless he come off with

Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.

[Chorus: Fat Joe and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Ja Rule:]

New york, New York nigga never went no where,

I just took off a couple of years,

But Now I'm back on my day to day,

Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,

Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,

Cuz as much as things change it remains the same

And you can gimme the city of God

And Mecca, the temple, the mas

An inspiration, the inception, The art..

Of Hip Hip was born

And the rap game was formed

From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms

Against all odds,

and argue all day about who's a bigger star,

Joe, Jada, or Ja.

SO close but so far,

So many there's no star,

I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,

And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,

Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK

[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[DJ Khaled:]

Shouts out everyone

The Streets lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Willy Northpole, Shareefa)

[DJ Khaled:]

It's DJ Khaled, we the best

Shareefa, let's take it to the ghetto

[Shareefa:]

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

Talk is cheap, these bitches ain't valid

She in my lane, nigga I doubt it

Bout my bread, I'm chacing my doe

Always keep your enomies close

Down to ride, your people get ready

That be me in a pimped out Chevy

DTP, oh yes it's me

You can't stop me now, cause I'm hot right now

You can't stop me, no, you can't hold me back

Everytime I try to leave, these suckers pull me back

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

[Willy Northpole:]

On the street corner, got a duffle bag, boy

A bag of chips, call me the Ruffle bag boy

Yes I'm Cyrus, a hustler's virus

I'm infected, injected, money, power, respected

Necklace gloabal, wreckless flow

X's and Os, thug in the streets

Willy ruthlis, DTP, the money is stupid like dufis

Drop the roof is

The proof is I'm nice in the booth

Rappers get booted right in they tooth

If rappers want to, might as well shoot this

Back on it on the north with the Reefer

An Internet popper, and I can delete ya

I'm from the streets with killers and creatures

And I'm a drug dealer preacher

[Shareefa:]

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

Listennn... The Album (2006)

• Intro
• Born-N-Raised
• Gangsta Shit
• Grammy Family
• Problem
• Holla At Me
• Addicted
• Destroy You
• Never Be Nothing Like Me
• Candy Paint
• MIA
• Where You At
• Still Fly
• Movement
• The Future Of Dade 

Intro lyrics - DJ Khaled

In life, there's people that hustle

In life, there's people that grind

And there's We The Best music who make History

History is something that cannot be forgotten,

I've been through everyone black,

I have seen an overcome in the evilest hate ever that man can as ever wicknesses

They told me "no", and I told 'em "yes"

I have helped so many, and some have forgotten,

I have been challenged, and I always win

I have been to wars, and came out with no scares

I have been tested, and I always passed

This sound contains my pain, my blessings, the stars on this album is my voice,

The drums on this album is my heart beating,

People feel victory is just a win, Victory is a strouble, a journey of life,

Victory is accomplishment, Victory is a survival,

When you're on the way to tap, they cheer for you,

When you reach the top on the noun, they want you to die,

I speak to my music, I'm so hood, we takin' over, I'm out here grindin', I go hard, I am the street,

You can't stop what is destined to win,

When they say Khaled, they say Warrior, Loyal, the chosen one

It's so as the way that caused you that don't wanna see your grind

I tell 'em watch me now and learn,

I still find a way to forgive,

The more I hate, the more I love

Only Hallah can judge me

Welcome to my Victory

Born-N-Raised lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Pitbull & Rick Ross)

[DJ Khaled:]

I Work My Whole Life For

I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks

So Many Devils In My Way

But To Be Honest With You I See Nobody

I Am The Best

Lliiissstteennnn!!!!!!!!!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[DJ Khaled:]

DJ Khaled!! Trick Daddy!! Rick Ross!! Pitbull!! Da Runnas!!

Lliisstteenn!!!!!!!

[Trick Daddy:]

A Nigga D-I-E I Be Fa Eva Thuggin Baby

Da Same Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby

Bitch I'm From Dade County

See I'ma 7 Tre', Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider

I Blo Ya Doors Off

U Race Yo Car Against My Car, Leave Yo Ass So Far You'll Doz Off

And When I Take Off Its Like I Took Off

And When I Ride By Its Like I Fly By

Its Like Slo Motion, All N 3 Deep

Cuz Like Errwhur I Go Dey Be Like Ya-Yo!!

I Fit Da Description, Black Tee N Dickies

Big Glock Wit Me, Of Dade County Nigga!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[Pitbull:]

(Its Dat Lil Chico Pitbull, I Jus Like 2 Welcome Yall

2 Whur I Been Born, I Been Raised N Da County Of Dade Ya Know

Got Dem Boyz Dat Pass By N Dem Old Skool Chevys Wit Da Top Down

Bass Stay Bumpin, Make Trunk Rattle, Rear View Shake

Den Dey Look At U Wit Dem Bold Smiles And Let U Know Wat It Is Right)

I Been Born N Raised N Da County Dade, Da Land Of Da Haze, Da Cocaine Capital

We Ain't Jus Hittin U Buddy We Boyz Sappin Ya

We Comin Hard Like Dem Cubans N Da 80's Dawg

Go Ahead Throw In Da Pot I Bet Its Raw

(Pitbull Talkin Spanish Don't Get It)

Evernything Dat I Do Do, Everything Dat I Say Say

Everywhur Dat I Go I Let Em Know, Hey I From Da County Of Dade

Old Skool Chevy Heaven, Old Skool Niggas Preachin

Young Niggas Wildin, Getting Rich Off Keys And Violence

Trick He's Da Mayor, Luke He's Da King, I'm Mr. 305

Put Dat On A Triple Beam

I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys

Holla At Dem Haitians Let Em Know Dizz Licks Only Walk N Da Dade

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[Rick Ross:]

(U See Em, U See Em, Ross, U See Em, U See Em

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay

Trick, Pitbull, Dj Khaled, 305 M-I Yayo)

I Got Road Dawgs Doin Dat 20 To Life

U Try Me And Ima Get 20 2nite, U Think Ya Bitch Mad

Boy I Got 20 Of Lights, Not Da Car But Dey Know I Be Pushin Da White

Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account

My Money N Bags, Go Thru Da Physics, Cuz When I Whip It

And I Luv To Whip It , Its Jus Anotha Digit, Dis My City, And My City

Ya Gotta Tot Fire!, Ova Town Will Bust Ya Head, Cuz It Wont Slide

Brown Sub Will Wet Cha Ass Like A Dunk Rider

Ya Dead Wrong Fa Thinkin Dem Chicos Wont Ride

Oval Lock Will Revolve Around Dat Big 4-5

Dem Lil Haitians Will Take Ya Ass For A Boat Ride

N Carol City Niggas Quick To Blot A Plain Wit It

Unpack Da Sack And Kill A Gang Wit It!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[DJ Khaled:]

Yea Its DJ Khaled Don Dotta

Big Dawg, Pitbull, Terror Squadin

Aka Da Beat Ol' Wa Cain!!!!!!

R.I.P To My Dawg Uncle Al!!!

I Rep My City

Dade County

Gangsta Shit lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Bun B, Slick Pulla & Blood Raw)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Now I ain't really got time for the he say

she say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ

Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason

masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned

These niggas broke they joke

laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke (Ha-Ha)

gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks

Add it all up save for the chips

HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip

12 months, run that's a whole lot of flips

well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips

say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips

(What's up)

[Chorus]

Gangsta shit gangsta shit the way I do my thang gansta shit

gangsta shit I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big azz chain

[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]

You recreate a shield you betta respect us

betta understand the game, these checks, not checkers

two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers

you comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya

My niggas add flavor to the game like zeteran

bitch my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran

We eat wheat niggas up like corn on the cob

you a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!

[Verse 3: Blood Raw]

Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game

I call dem trap actors half the niggas lame

but on the real shit

Felons still tow the heap

real thug bread O.G. like Bun B

Jeezy from the hood

Slick from the gutta

we to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers

Naked boy smith

ran for Evan Smith

Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta Shit!

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Bun B]

Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle

pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle

it's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle

We ain't with all that snitchin shit so mane go and get tattle

I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall honor the team

from the land of the long hard

Where we home sellin D

get that dirt weed local

not the indo ship

not to mention the gallons of promenthezine that we sip

Grammy Family lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West, Consequence & John Legend)

[Chorus: Kanye]

Oh it can't Be

G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry

Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B

But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

[Kanye West]

GLC gon be stoned as Angie

I be Don C, Johnny Patron, and me

It's a celebration bitches more bottles of cham-p-aign

In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain

And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn

dawg I can't keep sayin G.O.O.D music the greatest latest

stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas

From the chi the city of hella haters

where we keep rising to the top like elevators

Hi haters I'm back of hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us

Turn the radio down I mean every song

Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian

Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on

Until Khaled turned up the volume

Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin

Nas done told you come on homie we major

Really Doe told you hoes where we staying

G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing

Dawg it can't be

G.O.O.D. music the Grammy family

A little bit a stuntin flickin dawg it ain't deep

I'm only trying to spend what they claim you can't keep

before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side

like Lakeshore Drive, The Grammy Family

[Consequence]

uh,uh,uh

Ghea uh,uh it's the Cons fool.. word

Oh it can't Be

G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry

Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B

And after music meetings wit evenings with Angie

It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me

And we, be in Miami

So when they spot me in Bentley it's gon be a stampede

cuz we be racing Bentleys no different than Grand Prix's

fam please, don't make my man squeeze

And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed

I started independent with owners from land speed

But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed

And sense I got my shot like I was call and man b

I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B

We'll be waiting in the telli like Jamie and Fancy

prolly paintin they nails in nuthin but they panties

And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby

headin to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby

They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath

And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed

I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step

So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check

And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is

So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is

Oh, Oh, Oh, The Grammy Family

[John Legend]

La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La

On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night

Celebrate tonight

Oh it's alright, it's alright... yeah

Problem lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss)

[Intro talking]

[Beanie Sigel]

B. Sig in the muthafucka holla at cha boy

Yea Beat Novakane aka Mr. Miami aka Get the Fuckin Job Done

[Verse 1]

[Beanie Sigel]

Yea, when I copp its 4 doors I'm to big for a coup nigga

An when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas

An I don't trust a nigga as far as I can throw em

Even though I'm feeling strong enough I prolly can roof niggas

Yea, Ya boy back in the booth nigga

I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga

I beat the case so its off with the suits

Back to Fateegs, black tee’s an Timbaland boots Nigga

The year is new, I want my spot back take 2

Matter fact take the whole click who you know can fly by in the 05-06

When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy

You know I still fuck with State P still fuck wit Dame Dash still fuck wit Jay-Z

Still real steel still recognize real I still feel it in the air

We kill at will here

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Verse 2]

[Jadakiss]

Yo you gotta hole in you and you bleedin

So its not like I'm just callin you "Pussy" for no reason

Me? I'm a bastard I hit the blunts till I gotta cough then I pass em

Exhaust on the Ashton, that next choice you make might be ya last one

Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom

Real talk now, who's the King of New York now?

Boys got safe in the house, I gotta vault now

From my old grams still, wit my old fam still

Still gettin wireless head that's with no hands

Listen My grandma in compensation compares to yalls is way beyond exist-ions

D-Block daddy new black Caddi comin through knockin Micheal McDonald and Patty

P's of haze is still goin for 8 in the Nati

Rather have God arrest me then Satan ta bag me (Get Serious!)

I'll gladly involve ya moms, Al-Quada Jada I'm only involved with bombs (Uh)

Put my life on it

soon as you put in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it

I been givin to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers Muthafucka!

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Verse 3]

[Beanie Sigel]

Hold ya head up Cass don't stress wait a come on fast

Keep to yaself just try not ta come off ass

Cause these niggas ain't playin fair

You know stay on ya square, handle ya biz be the man you say you is

I always been that nigga I said I was

You get booked don't budge look at the judge

An stand up an man up an never play those games

Real niggas don't say no names

[DJ Khaled talking]

Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Donnta the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion

aka the Beat Novakane I'ma problem my album drops june 6th LISTEEENNN!

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Beanie Sigel talking]

Yea, B. Sig fresh out the federal building, fresh on the bricks

Breathin that good air after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man

I want my spot back man for real man move over

the king is back to sit in his seat, Holla at cha boy nigga!

Suck a dick with aids on the tip, NOT GUILTY BIOTCH!

Holla At Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, Paul Wall, Fat Joe, Rick Ross & Pitbull)

[Cool & Dre]

This is...this is

This is...and he goes by the name of

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah you got the right one, it's Weezy fucking baby

And if your woman looking, I'll let the woman taste me

Okay now I'm with Khaled, we whylin in Miami

We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the phantom

They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club

I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck

It's cash money baby, it's Young Money bitch

Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch

Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit

Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a fresh prince

Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad

Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't looking at y'all (She can't see)

The rest goes without me having to say

I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

Holla at me, what it do, what it is

You ain't never seen a player like this (Holla at me baby)

I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live

Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big

You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)

You can see me from a far I'm the shit

Scream at me what it do, what it is (what it do)

[Paul Wall]

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker

Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pouring up big goose vodka

Lone star beast straight up out the H

Sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste

I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass

'Cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed glass

Getting cash is my number one task

Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy looking for an ass like Ketoya

Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy

My boy Toy I E got to sleep

And we got to see and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping

The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing

But I ain't tripping, I'm trill

That's why I'm posted with Khaled 'cause he real one

A hundred baby like a bill, holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Nah homie, you done got it fucked up

You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)

We sent Campbell in 'cause he got goggles on

And he's pushing something far and it's fucked

Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast

And the chopper come out of the stash

Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose

I'll make you do the fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)

Who wanna come test the kid

Have your baby mama bless the team

Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that

She a motherfucking sex machine, holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]

Stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low

Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes

Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since

Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips

Off set rims on a rear six inch lips

Started on the benches, rose through the trenches

Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses

Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentleys

Smoking on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese

Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that

Khaled go hard dawg, talk to 'em Paul Wall

[Chorus]

[Pitbull]

It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A

Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade

I owe my future to

Last name Campbell, first name Luther

The gun shine stayed, well that should've

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is

Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?

That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south

We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt

Harlas and priests

These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces

Ahora loca, mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera

[Chorus]

Addicted lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Juelz Santana)

Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?

Santana

About to give them some real street shit

Big drop, gotta look big, nigga

I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga

I had the moddo, like "look big, nigga"

It ain't about what small or what look big, nigga

When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga

Push big niggas to the point where they don't wanna push small niggas

To the point, get the point, nigga?

Crack dealer I been, since I don't know when

8, 9, 10, na, I don't know when

I know I started early, started young, started dumb

Started out as a runner, started out making my run

I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers

Fox was like "here, give this to Kiesha"

Tell Kiesha to get that to T

Tell T "get that back to me"

Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent

Straight out of boot camp

My soldiers in the field marching

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted

Come through on the first?

Good, cause I make my best moves on the first

First of the third, I be workin theGotta break 'm all down, so every person gets surved

I'm addicted to this life for me

I live it, it's just right for me

I can't coap with being broke, I never could

Plus I prommised myself I never would

Plus I can't forget the fact I have that

Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back

I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin, bringing that Crakck back

Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic

Pardin my slang, it's pardt of my bad habits

Pardin my ring, it's just part of my swagger

You don't like it, nigga, pardin my swagger

I told a chick I'm addicted

To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures

I told her quick "I'm sort of a pimp, bitch"

Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with

It's none like me

Not two, not three, not one like me

Can't none get it done like me

Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted

Destroy You lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Krayzie Bone & Twista)

(This is, this is, this is

Yeah.. yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon)

[Intro: Krayzie Bone]

Yeah check it out y'all, it's them Bone Thug niggaz

In the house with that nigga Twista, DJ Khaled

Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo

[Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]

Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya

Nigga we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya

They better believe as soon as they creep up

Niggaz gon' see how my tongue kill just like my gun, gun

[Twista]

Twista spit it for hustlers, Twista spit it for hoes

But I'm 'bout servin these haters like I'm servin that 'dro

Spit for my gangstas and killers that'll put one in yo' dome

Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome

Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder

What a Twista and here I go and never on drama

With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck I pound the sounds

And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round

Back on the scene now, and I'm always seen high

Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now

When I'm on them Jordans, 20's look like 17's now

Sportin throwback Jordans from when I was 17 now

Still I'm steady (Po' Pimpin), still spinnin and hustlin

Still (Adrenaline Rushin) like when the pendulum's cuttin

Album comin out soon, but I already had props

Pullin Benz's up on the block before I met yo' pop

[Chorus]

[Twista]

The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp MC

Straight from Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me

On some (this is, this is) and they call us C.M.T.

When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me

With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory

When you want that original sound, it's either him or me

The most underrated artist in this whole industry

If rappin was the NBA I'd be Michael Finley

Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still I got pull in the club

Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club

Servin 50's, rims is bigger but I got love for the dub

They love the Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug

Cause I got that com' game, and I got that bomb flame

Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name

I copped the H-2-1's, some throwbacks like LeBron James

This time around I'ma let my nuts and my platinum charms hang

[Chorus]

[Twista]

T be poppin them tags, T be coppin them Jags

And if the T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags

And I'm from where they cock hats instead of rockin them rags

And if they ain't cockin them hats they be cockin them mags

T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight"

Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice?

I'm officially fresh in my gear as I'm rockin mo' ice

And the Mitchell & Ness from the year when I used to flow like

Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms

Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor

Causin some dis-establishment-arianism

I vary in wisdom, wins only cause I'm carryin ism and um

A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when I chant 'em

When this shit here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem

[DJ Khaled]

Bone Thugs, Twista, DJ Khaled, LISTENNN!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

Shouts out to Steve Lobel

Krayzie Bone, Bone Thugs, Swizz Beatz I see you

Twista, shit's crazy right here

Cool & Dre on the track

It's DJ Khaled, historical, I'm a problem!

LISTENNN!

Never Be Nothing Like Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Homeboy, Lil Scrappy)

[Intro - Lil Scrappy]

O-K-K-K

BME

O-K-K-K

G's up, this yo boy Lil' Scrappy

DJ Khaled, (Let Em' Kno) So get your G's up

[Chorus - Lil Scrappy]

You can be as fuckin real as you want

And hard as you will

But you will never be nothin like me

You can rock with the 12's in the trunk

Get so drunk

But you will never be nothin like me

You can go and fuck with a hoe

A pocket full of dough

But you will never be nothin like me

Yea yea you wanna act hard

I can tell in your eyes you will never be nothin like me

[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]

Born, Devil riches son the second

My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon

Hoes see me and they keep on stepin

So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons

Oh, I kno you ain't tryin ta call your people

Cause I got people that'll sue your ego

Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle

U ain't gone win a fight unless you got it like we do

Equal, naw nigga we ain't equal

U said you pop cris they wouldn't believe u

Look at the time it's way past your curfew

I'm a back up cause I don't wanna hurt u

Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage

I'm a still go out and rep the A

If you take it outside I'm a get the cake

Aye shorty I said get up out my face

But anyways

Ya'll niggas don't kno me, don't kno my name

Jus kno me by my fortune and fame

They want me to b humble shorty but I can't

Don't get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain

There's alot of mothafuckas out there that hate

I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist

People out seein what kinda moves ya make

Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that's fake, aye

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil Scrappy]

You say you hot but you ain't dat

Your shit weed, and my shit crack (damn)

If I rob you, I ain't givin that back

If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)

The Scrap

Show her P-I-M-P

If they hatin shorty then you need betta delivery

I'm from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3

If ya touch me then you get your ass beat

Some of ya'll lames ain't got enough on your track sheet

To clap me you gone need a crowd to see me

Look in the mirror I kno you wanna b me

Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne

Look dude, I don't want you nowhere near me

I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly

If ya come around I'm a knock ya silly

If ya can't hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Homeboy]

(What my name is?)

H-O-M-E boy

Through a microscope, you niggas can't see me-e boy

If you jump inside my body could'ntbe me-e boy

Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy

I'm a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger

Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber

I'm hell on earth now that's what they told me

Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell could'nthold me

No man control me

Follow no one, I'm a leader

I'm Homeboy, Bitch I'm off the mothafuckin meter

Right now or tomorrow I'm a see ya when I see ya

Cock back and make me pop the lid off the pringles

C'mon, once I step outside of my zone

Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones

Listen up got some shit that'll part your hair round here

We from Georgia, it's the spot

We some bears down here

[Chorus]

Candy Paint lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Slim Thug, Trina & Chamillionare)

[Intro - Slim Thug]

Yeah

Slim Thugga (Thugga)

My nigga DJ Khaled huh

Huh MIA to H-town mothafackas

We ridin' candy

[Chorus x2 - Slim Thug]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 1 - Slim Thug]

Slim Thugga

That candy paint shinin', 5th wheel reclinin'

Rollin' on 4s grippin' wood with the diamonds

Yella and white in my mouf, got em blindin'

If you lookin' fo Thugga,

I'll tell you where to find him

I'm MIA in that MIA,

Fuckin' with my nigga Khaled and that Cool and Dre

Tryna play it how they play, 24s on the dump

Sittin' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump

Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat

On my way from freeway to the presidential suite

And b you lookin' weak without chrome feet

And if you ain' got candy then yo ride ain' complete

We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach

And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece

At least, that's how the south bossput it down

You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest suck around

With the

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 2 - Trina]

Yep

Alot of people said that I would not last

Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave

You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad

Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash

My mama name 'Nessa, taught me the game

16 ladies rollin with a fly ass chain

Use to ride through the city, in hollywood benz

God blees the dead, I'ma see you again

I was the baddest at the west, I'll take yo man

I sneak him into Strawberry's after pack jam

Or Miami Nights, at Miami nights

We was up all night, till they cut the street lights

But now I been crowned as the queen

M-I-YAYO home of the triple beam, ya' mean

DJ Khaled put it on

Diamond Princess, a star is born

I'm on my grown, yes

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]

Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled

Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of

Liftin' up the lambo do's, go and give yo chick a hug

Paint wetter than the suds in ya kitchen cuz

Larger than a dove, and it don't feel like O.J. Simpsons glove

Reincarnate Picaso out of the grave,

And still couldn't compete with the way my ride is sprayed

Rims stayin' on the run like a runaway slave

The top is chop-chop, like a summer day fade

Vallet be slippin' slidin' when they standin' by this caddy

My paint wet (yup) watch it do the trick daddy

Me and E got fly rides, if you want it then get at me

If it fit then I don't want em they suppose to fit barely

I made straight As in spanish Khaled they must have forgot though

(Khaled:How many cars Koopa?) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

Add another cuatro, I got another drop so

I'm buildin' a garage on top of the one I got (oh)

Tell the maker of the Chevy that I'm ridin' silly (silly)

Turn it up, heavy bass'll make it poppa willy

I know my cheese is at stake but I'm not from Philly

Jackers watchin', plottin', so Chamilly went and cop a milly

[Chorus: x2]

Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug

Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em

Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em

[Outro - DJ Khaled]

DJ Khaled (Khaled)

Dade County to Houston connection right here (right here)

Slim Thug (Thug)

Trina

Chamillionaire

BD Gunz I see you

Fat what up

Oh yeah, It's that ride out music

You naw mean

Yea

Listennn [echos]

MIA lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne)

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

I'ma South Beach soulja, hold ya horses

Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's

De-cisions, choices, make 'em

Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican

Breasts Brazilian, she, talk familiar

Her look will hurtcha, her walk will kill ya

Now I'm with Khaled, he got me a mansion

How come every girl up in here look like an actress?

Baby girl, if i find my camera, I'll point that thing directly at ya

My wrist is a bitch and my neck, a bastard

I rap but I don't get paid like rapper's

I'm fresh, I'm cool, dapper

All white tennis shoes, look like napkins

I'm strapped, yup I keep that clappa

I point that thing directly at ya

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Come tru ya town, ya know me, officer shot down

Hot girl l'wanna jump around for me sound

Fireman and burn the whole block down, say

Dontcha eva eva bring the fuck-boy around

Hustlin in the street, ya gotta make the cash money

Khaled lemme see ya workin for the Cash Money. ---- in 2007! god damn

Me so New Orleans, can't take that from me

But gangsta's don't die, they jus move to Miami

Yea, hop on the bike and peel

Come down Collins on one back wheel

Baby, I'm the hottest, and that's for real

Come to the condo, in ass and heels

Have a drink, have some pills

And make her think I'm Shaq O'Neal

If she won't tell, then I won't squeal

It's the sunshine state, and I'm glad I'm here

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Okay we movin' baby

On our way to Little Haiti

I gotta chick with a baby

She cook curry-chicken and gravy

Lauderdale, hood as hell

But when I'm there, I'm good as well

Yeah, Dade County where you at?

Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back

Okay we movin' baby

On our way to Little Haiti

I gotta chick with a baby

She cook curry-chicken and gravy

Lauderdale, hood as hell

But when I'm there, I'm good as well

Yeah, Dade County where you at?

Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

One day up in M.I.A., hey

Until they re-build New Orleans

That's where I stay

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea

Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me

Where You At lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Freeway & Clipse)

Uh, yeah

Woo! Uh, it's going down, niggas!

Yes! Khaled! Free!

Uh, uh, uh

It's that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga

See them pussy niggas but you can't see me

I'm sunk in the seat

Clutch my hammer close, I'm controlling the V

And love the cities on both the coasts

But still repping the East, yeah

They like, "Freeway, where you been?"

In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki'

Tell me, how crooked is he?

The mayor gave him the key to the city

Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels

To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome

The mini-mansion, his home

If Khaled call my phone, I'm in the place to be

G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky

I'm that fly, tell my pilot the fourth

Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly

I kill the shit out a sixteen

Shit's mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I

Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I

Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving

Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, "A-hallelujah!"

I'm on grind, all-time with the Ruger

And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but

I'm on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open

Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in

I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking

I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving

Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen

Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops

He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks

Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open

All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping

They be hoping that I'm slipping, I be praying that I'm not

Nigga, 'til then, I'm supplying the block

Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

95-South, homie, tell 'em I'm en route

And I ain't fronting nothing neither, that ain't what I'm 'bout

No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us

Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers

Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers

And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us

Fucking the soul out us, we call 'em the Golden-Mouthers

Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches

Send 'em to they spouses, we back in the street

Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki'

Call me Place-Your-Order P, c'est la vie

If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!

We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas

Million records sold and still them same niggas

Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures

Where I'm at, they measure worth by your figures, uh!

I'm from the East where them ARs shooting

Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record

Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving

Walk into yo' house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar

Can't forget the West, where them niggas be looting

Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record

And where you at, nigga? That's where you from, nigga

So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

Still Fly lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & Chop)

[Talking:]

Yeah You Heard Me Nigger?

Hey C'mon

[Chorus:]

We Still Up In The Club Poppin' Bottles Like Bub

All The Girls Showin Us Love

We So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

We Still Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

[x2]

{Yeah}

{Yeah Nigger}

[Verse 1:]

We Flew In Jets 'n G-4's

With The Chest On The Floor Nigger,

Blowing Out The Pound Nigger

Paper Chasing With This Money On My Mind Nigger

Going To The Club, Letting It Rain On These Hoes Nigger

And These Shoes That Be Cracking(?)A Style Nigger

Alligate A Style Nigger

2000 In Here Nigger

And My Shortie She Love Roberto Cavale Nigger

She Ride Real Fly Nigger

Fuck With Big Time Niggers And Yeah

I Say We Kept It In Boxes Nigger

We Know How To Get It Nigger

Know How To Spend It Nigger And Yeah

Cause Now Days We Got It Nigger

We Blowin It On Spinners Nigger

Rolling In A Bentley Nigger Yeah

We Let Em Shop Till They Pop Nigger

Pop Till They Drop Nigger

Tha's How We Do Em Nigger Bitch

We Get This Money Like It's Running

Cause These Hoes Keep It Coming Nigger

Tha's How We Do It Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Yeah Nigger Yeah}

[Verse 2:]

I Say We At It Again Nigger

We Back On The Ground

With Them Things Going For Ten Nigger And Yeah

The Homie Out From The Pen Nigger

Who Gave Me The Game

So I Took It In To Win Nigger And Yeah

We Hit The Club In The Benz Nigger

We Know About Them Hos And

We Know About They Friends Nigger And Yeah

We Pop One And We In Nigger

We Headed To The Tele

Then We Out In The Wind Nigger Shit

We Paper Chasing Again Nigger

That Pull Out The Folds Nigger,

Millionaire Ben Nigger And Shit

That's Where Atlanta Come In Nigger

The Wings Comin Out

When The Auto Come In Nigger And Yeah

On Stunner Holla We Get Down

We Blowing Out The Pound Nigger

Represent The Town Nigger And Shit

We World Wide We Get Down

We Pitching Off The Mound

Got The Game Off The Ground Nigger

[Chorus]

{Yeah, Put It In Here Boy, Nigger}

[Verse 3:]

Look We Poppin Bottles In Here Nigger

It's 4 In The Morning

And Them Hoes Still In Here And Shit

We Brought The Tables For Later Friends (?)

We Burned Mans Down (?) And

We G'ed Up In Here And Nigger

We Know The Game Of Hustle Nigger

We Stay On The Grind Nigger

And Its Up New Every Year And Yeah

Like Big G And Derrick Did

And I'm A 2 Stunner

Ima Shine For Em Every Year And Shit

I Know Some Heshews And Dred Nigger(?)

With Haters That Peg Nigger

That Know About The Cash Flow And Nigger

We Big Timers In Fast Lane

We're A Neighborhood Gang Nigger

And Know How To Get Dough And Nigger

We Do It Big In The Range Nigger

We Rockin It Blend Nigger

And Everyday Blowing Dro And Yeah

I Smack A Bitch With Some Change Nigger

From Spittin The Game Nigger

With 10 G's On The Low

[Chorus]

[Out:]

Picture In My Step In All Whites

In The Club Tonight

Of This We Gon Fight

Cause I'm Full Of That Purple And Lean

If You Went From My Section You Ain't Coming In Between

I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

I'm So Fly Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah

[x2]

[Over The Second Time:]

{Yeah Nigger}

{That's How We Do It In The Club Nigger}

{We Buy The Whole Table Nigger}

{We Buy The Bottles Whole Set Up Nigger}

{And No Line Waiting Nigger}

{We Vi People Nigger}

{You Feel Me Nigger}

{That's How The Game Been Laced Nigger}

{And That's How We Lace The Game Nigger}

{So If Your Eyes Watching Nigger}

{You Know How Get Down Nigger}

{I Brought The Bling In To The Game Nigger}

{I Brought The Chrome To The Game Nigger}

{You Understand What That Did?}

{We On The Grind Nigger, We On The Grind}

{It's Our Muscle That's Gon Shine}

{You Heard Me?}

{Yeah Hey Nigger Tell That Ho To Move Over Nigger}

{She Ain't Got No B'ness Sittin Right There Nigger}

Movement lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Dre)

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Chevy sittin on some big rims, ride with me

My wrist so steady, try to take it, can't with me

I'm Dre, don't give a fuck who your clique is

We need to find out where the fuck your bitch is

I got cribs out of state

Tell the chef fix the plate, that be something

Buddy, what you think this is, a fuckin game?

Let me tell you what you is, a fuckin lame

And I'm a G, go tell your partners

Designer jeans, I wear them often

I bought them cheap, about that profit

You fuck with me, end up in the coffin

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Brr, Brr, cellphone, it won't quit

Renisonts man, I be on some old shit

In a new whip, bumpin throwbacks

Color me bad, Neno Brown and Gold Jack

Rep Miami, we did it, put all your hope in me

I'm exactly what real niggas is supposed to be

Not the Dr. but it's still Dre

When I be in New York, I tell them I know Jay

You gotta deal with Dre

Bitches love Dre

When you see Dre, what you see is great

No Wilma, no Catrina, no hurricane

Compared to when I blow rappers hands off, I'm rapping soft

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

I keep my paper straight stackin, and them birds I'm packin

They can't see my mansions, so I give them some glasses

I got a penchant for slanging pies, turn me up, bump me louder

Beat like the lotto, but niggas don't wanna battle

Imma tell ya like a nigga told me

Don't be dissing on no record, go and see me like a G

Your lil lady loves me

What you talkin bout?

Take a trip to A Town, blow your fuckin brains out

I'm with my bro Cool, run with young fools

Stay with work, feeling like I'm on the move

I ain't hard to find, you can smell the dro

We don't fuck with no basic hoes

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, this is the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

Khaled, tell them what the fuck this is, it's the movement

Move with us, I got a hundred goons with me

The Future Of Dade lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Brisco, Dirty Red, Dela, Lunch Money, Co, Hennessy & P.M.)

[Hennessy & P.M.:]

I done got all my gold chains back

Too hard to go soft

I'm fofilling my wishes, I got swag

They always say I'm losing my britches

I'm from the hood, so whatever ever happen I'm with it

DOE til I die, I got BIEs, for the low coming, see that cheese

You might be the police

So I don't give niggas convo

Talk shit, and choppers aming at your ass pronto

[Brisco:]

I'm Brisco, what it be like?

A whole 5 star general, nigga, I been tight

Class gon hurt for these niggas

You don't need another case, let me murk these niggas

Fuck around and lose a loved one, got Khaled [?] connections with them [?]

Those cartell pieces

Robbing all your carots

We the mafia, cut that cheque

This just the politics, dog

Now Imma pass it over to my nigga Lunchmoney

[Lunchmoney:]

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major

For all that green paper

[?] by Jacob

He ain't nothing but a hater

These goons do it major

[Dirty Red:]

Khaled, let me get them

I done came from nothing

Only a buck 65, took the game through muscle

I done got it on the block, they don't oh me nothing

Imma teach ya bout flawsing and stunting

I'm from the trap, boy

Can't believe everything you see on the TV

These niggas get out of line, burn quicker than CDs

Ain't never been friendly, ain't feeling these old bees

Don't fit in the hood with the thugs and OGs

They tell me thug niggas don't live long

So I bring that thing with me when I leave home

Watch your mouth, loose lips make your ship sink

Niggas talk shit, but when it's time, can't stand in the paint

Dirty Red, you understand what my name mean?

I'm excepted in the game, it changed me

Make money, but the money don't make me

I'm too real, I'm what these other niggas can't be

[Lunchmoney:]

Fuck all you haters, we gon do it major

For all that green paper

[?] by Jacob

He ain't nothing but a hater

These goons do it major

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