| THE CLIPSE LORD..WILLIN |
| COMEDY CENTRAL Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and of to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
| COT DAMN featuring Pharell (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn (Verse 1 - Malice) Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas that hate Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight I understand that the envy is part of the game But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight, ravel ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone (Chorus l) (Verse 2 - Ab-Liva) God damn, when that white hits the pen and Comes back hard, I can account for every gram and The streets molded the man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleeve-a Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, drop you homey (Chorus l) [Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)] They call me Pusha for one reason Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around When it come to the money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music (Are you a pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner (Chorus ) (Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain) I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cab-bage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun, ra-pid Lee watch you see the situation be corrected You know happens, why must I be so devilish They say whatcha do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood Nigga on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain Live in the living room, searching to hurting you Chorus |
| EGO [Pusha T] Yes sir.. [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Malice] I got guns 'cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!" So sad, but I won't think twice We rich, we get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in' Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in' Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in' Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in' And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin' If that thing jam, it's divine intervention Click! [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pusha T] Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...) You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...) All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it...) Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...) Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...) Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...) Now, rap about that I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...) Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...) Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker) [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pharrell] Yo.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. Bitch.. |
| FAMLAY [Famlay & (Pharrell)] It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea See I'm from North cause a coffin make ya slee-py Turn ya children into "Off" you tryna sneak me Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga Dark secrets, man I wont lie They came to the light a man is gon' die All hope is lost and Famlay's gon' fry Cause I did shit the average man just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm Famlay, and when my fucking chance come I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill And I dare y'all to try and diss us See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground New weeks, couple bodies where yo head'll be found, nigga Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta) Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tense, you see me boy (Pharrell) In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang |
| GRINDIN' REMIX We back y'all... [Clipse] What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this... [Noreaga] See I'm grimmy minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a peep like mine you can't find it (you can't find it) You need the Clipse and NORE, gotta rewind it (*BEEP BEEP*) Nowadays you get on that run and get finded (GRINDIN') You know I got guns, why you actin like my daughters? You know I got sons... (GRINDIN') Naw, we won't speak fam, aimin atcha collar bone Hitcha in ya cheek fam (GRINDIN') [Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard Stand on that temple nigga, spit that cris nigga Throw that chair, make em recognize this Raw, playa looka here, I'm great in the kitchen like mornin cookware Uncle Jamima, wit my braids wrapped In 3-minute recipes for cookin flap jack Coke price through the roof, SL blew the coupe My niece askin how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop Cuzzo, I make the block holla, take it back to childhood How the scale titer-totter, as I evolve Weight grew heavy, it was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw Bricks in the muffler, mack 11 touch ya Virgina's hustler, I'm here motherfucker... [Clipse] What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get no ghetto than this... [Baby overlapping Clipse] Ay, ay 22's on new cars BOY BOY, step it up BOY Money... Money... Stunna... Big tymin in a bubble-eye Lex, so fly (so fly, so fly) I cook/cut crack, that's the sizin Them big, big rims on Tarzan, we shinin Me and Wheezy (holla holla) no rims can see me (holla holla) New Benz for teezies (holla holla) Cadallac truck beamin, fo sheezy [Lil Wayne] From hood to hood, which nigga, yard to yard They on your hairo cuz I got that heroin and that raw Check the rims on my car Naw, don't check em, no cuz they stuffed wit blow Macy baby still in the kitchen jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla I watch the bass at home, I'm umpire, HOLLA [Clipse] Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...) Niggas better stay in line when (WHOOF...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN) Grin-din, when you know what I keep in a linin (WHOOF...) Niggas better stay in line, when (WHOOF...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grind-IN) [Malice] 213 South cross the Baybridge wit it Bring the triangle, then mail, come and get it The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention When my cell phone echo, I swear they listenin '89 was my beginnin y'all Young snot-nosed, Cash Yams in a tennis ball Cops swore we was playin catch, NO We was at a stretch, no shorts, beg till you outta breath I ducked the feds, they seein my weight grow Streets love Malice for his comeback gracial If they got popped, we made sure they made bail Cuz if not, we be scared they gon tell Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies Pie wrecked, mixed that, scrape the sides Grindin', glock 9 in a line in Make God strike a nigga dead if he lyin [Clipse] What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this... What's the size of them rims on that car NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Can they see that chain from a far NIGGA? (GRINDIN') Whatcha game be like? (GRINDIN') Whatcha chain be like? (GRINDIN') So whatcha name be like? (GRINDIN') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this |
| GANGSTA LEAN Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Malice] I only love her on occasions Keep my heart racin' Love to take her on vacations Where the time zone changes and money exchanges And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper But when I try to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin' Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin' Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden Or my Texas family 150 white strollin' Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] If you put me where I need to be Twist you anytime I feel the need Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease In Virginia where you kept me motionless From that point on I knew I could never get over this Now they wanna see us broke up 'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone You got me open these days I must admit Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin' I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin' [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky Have me gone and twisty Make my other women miss me Just by the way she kiss me Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys Ma I'm so trippy Hard to hold back, scent so sweet Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit [Malice] Listen, at times you hinder my vision Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin' It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women I know just what I'm investin' in I done traded currency wit the Mexicans In Texas just so we could get affectionate Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it I love you [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) {HOOK 2x} Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride |
| GRINDIN [Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice) Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
| INTRO (Pusha T) Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son You niggas wonder where my grace is from I speak with corrupted tongue Recognized the underworld since I was young Back in '84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law These eyes got big when they televised that raw My mama should've seen it comin' Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick Hummin' Miami Vice theme music Called the 'roin made me colder I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too Got a lot of money, keep militant tools Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels The meaning? Pusha T's more than the semen Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless And I don't even watch my back I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask" (Malice) I even went by the book at first Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I Start my mission, leave my residence Mama knew that I child like me had better sense But something had to give, that's real I had to live I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib Scouts honor started with my grandmama Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep I don't entertain hate surrounding the street If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me But no, see these niggas know too much Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush Cats act as if rap fell in my lap I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles Let 'em take it however they wanna take it I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you |
| LETS TALK featuring Jermaine Dupri (Jermaine Dupri) Uh huh, oh Oh, damn baby Shit........... How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? It's that Star Trak Clipse, (get down!) So So Def [Verse 1 - Pusha T] Question - ask any nigga Rapper or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (Pharrell Williams) - The rapper! Naw, dawg, go figure With the V12, I make that straight killa I flood the block, I hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district cant visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too) Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?" Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!) All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about a house? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about jewels? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Dont talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it But when you talk about cash, dont talk without it [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga Hard for a chick not to stick around When I come through town, layin my dick down They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear Game that I spit, and the length of my hair (Ok) The more I come, the more I cum, get it? What you see now, I been done did it Every girl around, I been done hit it Cars been kited, since I was sixteen And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme (haha) Big boy moves, big boy shine Big boy watch tell big boy time Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't mess with me Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no mo' (Oh) [Chorus - Jermaine Dupri] [Hook - Pharrell Williams and Jermaine Dupri] Na na, (OH) na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) (I want you to move your waist for the whistle) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) [Verse 3 - Malice] It ain't too many things that exceed my reach Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass I generate them Franklin's and Grant's Each ear look like a halogen lamp I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin' In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming' For we compare paper, get your weight up I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me live I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all (Chorus) |
| MA I DON'T featruing Faith Evans [Pharell] I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Please let me love you girl Just wanna love you girl C'mon, I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Let me love you girl Let me... [Malice] When we met I was talkin' that game Parkin' that thang Since then between us A lot of things changed Now it's like the world got a whole different name I can't stop chics from sayin' my name Most of it's lies, If not, don't be surprised You knew I was ballin' when I met you But really, I started layin' low just to net you I'm raw as hell yet can't deny that you special These girls can't either Winter, his and her Vivas Summer, his and her Louie sneakers You don't think that bother people Guess again you even need to check your friends Sayin that I cheat Right, maybe with my heat Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her But thats it Chorus: [Pusha T + Malice with Faith Evans] (Faith) Look Ma, I don't love her Don't listen to her words She tryin' to split us as lovebirds But that's not it Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit (No) If the answers no don't forget (How's she know you then) I don't know [Pusha T] If I don't know I don't know, lets not go that road I don't know who she is, don't care who told Look stop flippin', no need to explode I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third Believe half what you see none of what you heard You askin' me who's her I'm askin' who's mink fur With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred Could that be you plus who cop every gem Who spend like I spend, then act like it then Got the dream home and we settled in it Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game You know who I'm about, who got part of my name? Chorus [Faith] (Malice) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin' of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) [Pusha T] I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs What they gonna tell us about us, Huh? What they talk 'bout without us, Huh? The envy got 'em speakin loosely Tell 'em walk in your shoes But first let 'em know they Gucci [Malice] And even if I did twist her I promise I didn't kiss her Won't shit touchy feely Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly No respect shown My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone Now don't you start I spared your heart If you ain't see it I didn't do it Ain't I played my part? Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind What else do you want from me, to say it, fine Chorus [Faith] (Malice) (*with Pharell's verse in background*) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) [Faith singing] [Faith, Pusha T + Malice] That's not it |
| I'M NOT YOU No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha [Pusha T] I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of passion and green, more cash then ya seen Within Ashton its green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Wreckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate [Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men [Styles P] Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) [Malice] Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them needness All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
| SELECTOR [Intro & Chorus: Pusha T] (Pharrell) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 1: Sean Paul] Tell dem!!! Connnect di dot yo Dem mi friend dem ready fi hit di block yo Those who try fi test yuh better mek since yuh better know how If not yo, then dem gonna lose all dem spot yo Hail my friend and start collect di top doe Now, with ease, takin over all territories Please, don't come inna mi way when mi a squeeze Mi shot can be heard from the West Indies Smell di gun powder inna Jamaican breeze Trees, smoke di pound by di keys Ladies, nuff nuff like rice and peas Top notch we top notch so tell dem nuh better stop watch Di way how we be clockin it makin these g's Grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it Yo, up inna your face definin it Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it Yo, grindin it, yo, pickin up di pace double timin it Hey, up inna your face definin it Hey, better get your mind in it or else yuh ago get left behind in it [Chorus: Pusha T] (Pharrell) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin!) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin!) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 2: Simpleton] Yo! Ah! Ah! People sell dem soul a for a slice of bread Don't watch how man business may get eye turn red Pay attention to like how easy man dead It's ready been written man it's ready been said Mi travel a thousand miles just to lick a guy head Yuh might pick up teflon mixed with led Don't get mi angry mon or neither fled Nuff snitches a work for CIA and feds We beat 'em badly and mek di whole a dem dead And this di original di badily boom skegereg Freestyle fanatic, stayin quietly in da attic Spittin like a damn automatic So let mi tell yuh straight a like elastic Watch how yuh start it, let mi tell yuh fo real yo Gimme yo a chance, mek yo di nuff a dem dance Let mi tell yuh full of nuff grands, let mi tell yuh still yes di shine Now what I claim what is mine, let mi tell yuh leave that designed Special in crime, grindin fly [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall] Kardi, yo, yo, they just keep holdin me, won't let go, provokin me Niggas tryin to stop my doe Well if it isn't, Mr. Canadian (BO!!!!) Mr. Canuck T Dot niggas (Pharrell: Grindin!) we don't give a (BO!!!!) Mr. Kardinal steal dem fronts out of your mouth Flip it for a pound of herb and sell it in front of your house Badbwoy big talk put this somethin pon cock Whine out yuh dutty claat down south to up north Weh di man dem a seh? Five plus two yo we flip that a (Ten) Mek di english pound di paste up plus di (Yen) Still fire pon a fassy and grind di gal dem (How yuh mean?) Seen, come again, we mek di green yuh know Swell it to di seem yuh know Chronic supersonic tonic juggle it to a fiend yuh know Mr. Kardinal deal with the mic rockin V.A. to the dot Stop whinin when we (Pharell: Grinding!) [Chorus: Pusha T] (Pharrell) What's the size of them rims on that car nigga huh? (Grindin!) Can they see that chain from a far nigga huh? (Grindin!) Whatcha game be like? (Grindin!) Whatcha change be like? (Grindin) So whatcha name be like? (Grindin) Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this |
| VIRGINIA [Pharrell] You ready to do this, nigga? You ready to come down here? It's Virginia, nigga... We do this in broad daylight... It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga... You ready? [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pusha T] In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones Alters my walk to limpin' Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin' It 'tis what it seems That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means Lost it all, from lives to love Put my faith in my money, help me rise above See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved In that ole' Virginey Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin' Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal' Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind Look ma, that's right up my alley I love my family, I want them all happy In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial Yeah, I guess the chase was wild But what's the fuss about? See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo And your grams, too... [Pharrell] My nigga... Fo sho... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Malice] Seem like they all got a comment to make In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight They fast to predict the outcome of my fate Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us And there are some things that you don't discuss Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out 'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die I tried being humble, humble get no respect Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well I reside in VA, ride in VA Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pharrell] Young'n... (Talk about, what?) This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?) You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?) This is real... Live... |
| WHEN THE LAST TIME [Intro: Pharrell] (Get down!) Niggaz and bitches (Get down!) You are now listening to... (Get down!) The real... (Get down!) And that would be... (Get down!) Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!) And the new label... (Get down!) Staaaarrr Traaaak... [Pusha T] Top, down, chrome spinnin You see the boss grinnin, I'm lovin these damn women I let two get in (uhh) She tried to let the rest fit in I'm like, "Naw love, that's forbidden" I ain't for swishin, that's a problem to the wheel well Trust I know them 20's real well Now we coastin, me, two chicks and toastin I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open Soft-spoken, with a wild side I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride We was movin bodies before we hit the party 'Fore the DJ started cuttin {*scratch: "I was already fuckin"*} Cinderella'd you girls from nothin to somethin Hit the parkin lot and hear the club system thumpin Lose the face, you two's was great But it's to the V.I.P. I got new moves to make [Chorus: Pharrell] (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down!) Only if you know you live From the club, to the park, and glide How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get..) [Malice] Hey, it's just a day in the life Club nights, one of the reasons I love life Chicks be, in the back tipsy We gets in for free, e'ryday wit me Two-steppin, you see each crew reppin Slippin on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on And I love how she move any time a song on I like that ma, you do somethin to me Come this way and prove somethin to me Fast or slow, she got the right moves And I got the right dough for any date that I choose I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin But I'm only here to party, y'all Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras [Chorus] [Breakdown: Kelis] + (Pharrell) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Yo, you are now listening to the sounds) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (That are vibrating your speakers) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Please do not be alarmed) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (It will not hurt you at all) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For it is the real) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For all my real...) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la (Niggaz and bitches) [Pusha T] When they say "last call" that don't mean the night's ovah That mean it's time for her to show ya How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the cho-cha S&M chick, ass pushin a choker But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir!" Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space What did it the "Whip Appeal," or my Babyface? [Malice] The night's still young and I'm already leanin Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin The liquor in me and I don't need a reason Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen I pull up, let her get in, she know from the beginnin She added to list of them chicks that I done been in Her head spinnin and my head spinnin Mine from juice and ginnin, hers from neck and chinnin I'm a winner, man [Chorus] [Chorus: Pharrell] + (Kelis) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) And make the girls in the party just strip (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Move ya ass, girl (Get down!) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Only if you know you live (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) From the club, to the park, and glide (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) How many chicks can you fit in that ride (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Put 'em up, homie (Get down!) |
| YOUNG BOY [Chorus: Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout When I was a young boy My mama always told me don't take no shit Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak Nigga out of line [Verse 1: Malice] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique Playin hide and seek, you might find a key Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pusha T] My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there What's my excuse Cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen Studied the gangsta's lean Low brim, no smile Lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Shake Rivera Tyco RC versus Carrera [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Pusha T] Age Fifteen Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans First ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why Bitches passin' by Oh my, he's so gangsta [Chorus] |
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