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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Booty Star: Glock Tawk

San Francisco Bay

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I bathed in the water of the wrath I like to count the money Bitch I like to do the math You're sneaky like a left jab Over hand right I'm Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights I got a suit passion I like to dress in the high fashion Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin' I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge It's like smokin' weed all up in heaven My God is a 7 And yo I'm a 3 11 That's 14 I sport Jordan's when I wear jeans I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams I like to wear rings A couple pretty things I sport leather on a bitch If the city rains We do drugs on a polar bear rug If your man is a pimp Don't expect no love It's all upgrade My new shades block the sun rays Tupac on every Sunday It's all upgrade My new shades block the sun rays Tupac on every Sunday I unwrap the plastic off the swisher Grab your telephone bitch You can take a picture Pour it like it's liquor But move a little quicka We live by the gun So we die by the trigger That's word of life Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe? It's dark as 12 a.m. Even in the sun light I lose my train of thought until you say the cost I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss I gotta prohibition mind state About the crime rate No love bitch on a blind date You get a repo reaction from the people Down here we bump C-Bo We sport Filas And Adidas And Perry Ellis Them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous It's high fashion Car crashin Suit matchin Talkin shit on the freeway laughin I gotta sweet tooth I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch Tell the ho "think"? I gotta sweet tooth I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch Tell the ho "think"? Get the New Testament You get the tour and the estimate Rhyme crime up in your residence The camera lens is not a friend It just offends So I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz On I-80 880 980 580 280 Aw Baby All aboard like a train My young homie said he's like an old man Cause he's gotta push cane Like a dime To design It never rhyme My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur'an And on the scale It's like bail And killer whales Get at me early baby Something like a clearance sale I open up I let you know About the cost I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought I open up I let you know About the cost I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought Like a dead poet And you know Cause you show it I'm driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it? Like a dead poet And you know Cause you show it I'm driving down to San Jose and?

We Don't Care Bout Ya

PITBULL "M.I.A.M.I."
Yeah Yeah Que Vuelta? Di le nota (Di le nota) You know who it is For all these bustas and haters [Chorus] We don't care about yo clique We don't care about yo crew We don't care about yo bitch We don't care what you do We don't care about your car We don't care about your chips We don't care about shit Accept getting rich [Verse 1 (Pitbull)] Now that Little Jon has opened the door It's over dawg This that new south That's it, it's over ya'll No more warning ya'll We tired of getting over looked You want beef? then I hope you like it over-cooked Oh and for that bread It's whatever man I'm fully prepared to pump lead At any nigga that wanna bump heads So bring it But when them things go Rr-rr-rr-rringing Someones gonna get hit And that's a fact, not an opinion I'm buiding my connects And that there is dangerous Didn't your mother teach you Not to talk to strangers? Then why are you in my ear talking all the shit Just 'cause I'm cuban doesn't mean I flip bricks So stop asking me the price on them thangs down here 'Cause that one of them thangs that get chu killed 'round here I don't care who you are, who you might be But I'd rather die, then let an undercover bite me [Chorus] [Verse 2 (Cubo)] I'm in this bitch now Ya'll niggaz better get ready I'm ready for whatever ya'll want Boy, but it ain't nothing pretty Ya'll wanna start shit Tell me what ya'll wanna do Me, Pit, DB, we don't care about ? I don't care about slanging them thangs Back 'em spraying them thangs If you get ? just homie don't mention my name BLAKAH, that's exactly what I'm spitting meng Homie, don't make me have to blow 'em chopper meng 'Cause I can spit it spit it However you want it want it My peoples is with it with it We about that money money And I do anything that I have to do to get that money meng Miami, Money is a major issue meng They, They don't understand What we about to do We about to shit on this game We about to shit on your crew Pitbull don't care about ya Cubo don't care about ya DB don't care about ya We, We don't care about ya [Chorus] [Verse 3 (Pitbull)] This game is scandalous The more money you make The more your ? hold off in an ambulance AOWoo! That's why I say to myself in the cut Man I can't be seen Ears open, mouth shut Just watching thangs And if it pops off I pop up, both popping than Guns, I was taught proper To cop and aim Run, when you hear that Blakah meng P-rr-rr-rrat That's the sound of the chopper meng Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do 'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg It's all on you Like basktetball, if you shoot you better follow threw In a casket dawg, who the fucks gon follow you? [Chorus] Yeah, once again my freind Imma be the first latin rapper from the South Shut shit the fuck down And I got Lil Jon to bounced to that The King of the South And Uncle Luke will tell you the same shit So get ready niggaz Pitbull, DB, Lil Jon Ya'll ain't ready for this shit HAHA, Suckas

Run Tha Streetz

2PAC "All Eyez On Me"
(feat. Storm, Mutah, Michel'le) [Michel'le -- Chorus x2] (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) [Tupac] Now peep it Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa some love makin' and homecookin' i'll see ya later It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard must be a lady in tha light but real freaky in tha dark plus I got some enemies, baby hold my pistol and wrap your arms around a nigga everytime I kiss you can you visualize the picture ? me and you in extasy don't be upset it's good sex when you next to me do you wanna test me ? put your tired head on my chest A Thug niggas in tha house now you can rest I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out and felt tha pleasure and tha pain about to fuck tha very taste out your mouth If you call me when you need me 1-800-skypage when you wanna see me cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady but you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy Run tha Streetz.... [Chorus x2] (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) [Storm] Now me and you was cool but I ain't tha one to play tha fool can't make no money in bed so ain't no future fuckin' you I ain't tha bitch ta love ya can't do a damn thang for you if you ain't about money 9 times outta ten i'll ignore you It's a man's World but real women make tha shit go around disrespect and I clown tha type of bitch to throw down throw up tha block cause nothin' stops my chips I boss playa with this then twist you lame tricks Holla if ya understand my plan ladies fuck havin' babies by them shady ass niggas Swearin', he can save me My stratagies official checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya soft as tissue so my next issue is 'how to diss you ?' they call me Storm from tha day I was born I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker till' his hearts warm I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone just cause we bone don't mean you own me nigga, i'm grown [Chorus x2] (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting) [Mutah] I'd rather run tha streetz to make some mail and put tha game down tight for these gamin' bitches could get it right It might be a plan that i'm choosen don't get in confusion because i'm known for showin' examples how i do it Thinkin' i'm new to this because i'm younger where i'll only leave you suspecious and to wonder and at tha end I make a come up Nigga, was raiseed up off of M.O.B. fighting over something that's tellen me don't run tha streetz [Tupac] So tell me am I wrong ? for tryin' to communicate through a song I'm up early in tha morning by sunrise i'll be gone all my homies is waitin' for me plotin' on plans that we made and all tha fun that it's gonna be so meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga we hagin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor I heard it's popin' at a club but they say I can't get in cause i'm dressed like a thug until I die i'll be game related got me strivin' for a million stayin' motivated now that we made it it's a battle just for tha big money I'm livin' wild no smiles cause ain't a thing funny I came up hungry just a little nigga tryin' to make it I only got one chance so I gotta take it ya never know when it's all gonna happen tha rappen or tha drugs but until then give me love and let me Run tha Streetz [Chorus x7] (You can run tha streetz with your Thugs) i'll be waiting for you until you get through i'll be waiting)

Pop 4 Roc

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
(feat. Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Bleek) [Amil (Jay-Z)] (Alright yeah) Would ya love me (Uh-huh, alright) Would ya hate me (Watch this yo) I know ya love me (Alright) I know ya hate me (Uh Clue) Would ya love me (Brand new Duro) Would ya hate me I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh) [Amil] Uh, uh, uh See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga Uh my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Beanie Siegal] Ay yo, we gon' stop this here Get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers You know how I do six coup, top be clear You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie Y'all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac Y'all soon to die Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit Think about yo I just started this shit Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo I barely write But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now Sittin on chrome now I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold em like offensive linemen Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding [Jay-Z] We don't engage in war we elope Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range Mine's platinum his Champagne Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came Left the same night in the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put shit in my name The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged Contracts signed the shits in your name Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all Keep em laced some more I know you want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean Chicks I pump her then dump her Cars we got em bumper to bumper Rap niggas y'all days are numbered Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Jay-Z] Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O Ya heard me You are about to witness a dynasty like no other Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC Memph Bleek, Young god Ha, ha Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas

All We Got

ANDY MINEO "Never Land"
[Verse 1: Andy Mineo] Look, more of the same I'm cornered to gain Back and forth, forth and back With the name recording pain You played back, when them insecurities rang And I ain't even gotta answer, but the question remains Uhh Why everything inside of my brain not applied? It's insane, but yo I'm trying to change Decided to ditch my strength and rely on the King Mama said at the end of yourself is where it begin So, I'm totally free, embracing my limitations Wishing my heart moved at the same pace of this information Uhh I pray this ain't strange What I'm saying, but I'm trying To find a back door to your imagination I'm here, let me in to be clear I'm bringing something, make you wonder Who's the one that gave the gifts that I fear What happen next? I think about it, do you ever? I can give you an answer but a question do you better like Uhh... [Hook: Dimitri McDowell] Have you ever loved The treasures of this world When it's insanity? Cause it's killing me Have you ever tried to be something you're not? Cause I've been searching for security Oh na na na His love is all we got [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] Uhh I'm trying to go from selfish to selfless Not just thinking bout my needs but someone else's All these pretty women in my city isn't helping No matter how hot that body, one day it's melting Yo A good lie got a little truth in it So I'm trying to decide what's real and embellished The money coming in so everybody's good fellas I don't trust em, no phone numbers Tell em email us Can you tell? I've been affected by this industry Numbers and CD sales, what the heck has gotten into me? I had to ask myself, what's a win for me? Do I worship God or what other people think of me? Sobering thoughts depleting my hot air Thinking bout this world when I'm not here Will I treasure money or the moments that we share? It's funny how seeing death can make life so clear I got a girlfriend but so long it feels weird It's not like, "Yo can I get to know you?" More like, "Meet my parents." I think I'm scared cause it's serious and Every time I tell somebody they trying to marry us Pump the brakes I think I love her but them words ain't sit still Cause last time I did things didn't end well Plus plus my past was hashtag been trill It's time to grow up, you know what? I ain't trying to be another bum that's just scared of committing Take everything from these women and go miss it I gotta kill the wicked part of my heart that keeps pimping If I ain't got the strength Then I know where to get it Uhh You live different when you know you've been forgiven His love is forever, don't you ever forget it You live different when you know you've been forgiven His love is forever, don't you ever forget it [Hook] [Bridge:] Please speak your mind, I'm wide open Love you for you girl, let it be hard girl Lay it on the line, tell me are you precious I promise I won't judge you, try not to judge me [Hook]

Fuck Em

SHYNE "Godfather"
Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my dick when it's up in a tight clit return the Devils hate by fuckin' a white bitch bitches ain't shit but some hips, tits, clits, and some fat lips to wrap around my dick check it, ghetto girl in designer type she could get it 'long as the vagina tight keep they nose numb, high off of china white kinda like the quartz, I knock 'em down, runnin' through my system, pussy ain't right hit 'em with a aww naaaw if the head right get remanded behind bars bizarre grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my coke in they bra the hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's posted up on Broadway in a custom R 25 Mil' in the trunk Nicky Barnes style on my way to the trunk bitch lets bump. Chorus (Shyne and Female) No, (fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches, fuck 'em) I don't love these bitches, fuck these hoes No, (fuck these n****s, fuck these n****s, fuck 'em) I don't love these n****s, fuck these n****s ('till the day that I die never get none of mine) No, (fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches, fuck 'em) I don't love these n****s, fuck these scrubs No, fuck these n****s (Four Karat thug n****s want some love) Verse 2: I'm that n****a Priest from Supafly after he died reincarnated, keep a bitch wide on the bed tied like 'Uh! Uh! Uh!', stop I'm tired besides my Moms a bitch' lips never touch my face, maybe my girl, but I be watchin' her funny like 'Who dick you suckin' while I'm on tour gettin' money tryin' to wash this crack money?' I give a bitch nothin' but sperm when you n****s gon' learn? Discern queens from sluts, love from lust The ones who ate pussy and take it in the butt 20 stacks in my pockets, I'm cheap fuckin' treatin' a freak to eat I got KY Jelly and grease and a stick of bubble gum bitch, you want a piece? C'mon.... Chorus Verse 3: Never met a bitch I liked enough to love and I share with my mothafuckin' n***a Buzz let the Homies get up on it, treat a bitch like a blunt, hit, hit, pass head on my dick 'till she get whiplash fuck it I'm cold, some bitches is colder runnin' game just to get up in the Rover Platinum R, Platinum Jehovah not here bitch, fuck what they told ya' Keys to the condo, Gucci ensamble gaul streams in Santa Fe' doin' the Mambo laid back where the shade's at white sand, tan, how many bitches can say that? you want that? we can do that...yeah right not in your life stay focused, get my money, every penny fuck if your legs broke bitch, crawl on ya' belly Chorus 'till fade...

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