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ANGEL HAZE lyrics - Reservation

Realest

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[Intro:] Thriller than the thrillest Fuck that bitch the realest Middle fingers up, It's like motherfuck your feelings I said thriller than the thrillest Fuck that bitch the realest [Verse 1:] Ok I'm nr.1 tell who tack it I'm back up on my shi-shi-shit Suicidal self got a minute like Back off my wrist wrist wrist My team is too exclusive Your team is full of actors Bitch I'm a fucking movement Yeah I'm practically the casher We might be out in Vegas Next week we in Tabago I swear we fucking hungry bitch, We eating off your table Got a mend all the plane And the skit's so plain Money on my mind and the shit gon' rain Whole bunch of bitches tryin ' to do it like I can But you do it like I can but the shit's so lame Your shit so lame to get like me You gotta twist your brain Bitch twist your sane, If your shit's hash, my shit's cocaine My shit cocaine, don't pay no mind, my shit no brain My shit so edgie, shit so classic, I wonder that's my shit so vain Y'all niggas don't understand, Must be one of my ass like underpants And I'm over y'all ass like smuddering And I'm smuddering and I'm covering I'm covering my tracks, Telling bitches that I watch their back Tell 'em hoes I'm about my money Tell 'em bitches better have my stacks oh [Hook:] Thriller than the thrillest Fuck that bitch the realest Middle fingers up, It's like motherfuck your feelings I said motherfuck your feelings I'm realer than the realest Middle fingers up bitches Motherfuck your feelings [Verse 2:] Like off in the world I was made to shine And I'm about to blow up like it rains inside me Y'all low motherfuckers that the way you talk And everything I spit, hot like Satans alive The greatness, they less I'm awesome peak And I don't wanna wait bitch, Dawson's Creek Thinking I put us together, we are not conjuction Think you looking like a male bitch, high consumption Way too many screws lose connected like bluetooth Writing on a patch bitch connected like blues clues True girl, and yeah I'm nasty like school flu Realest and the latest looking at me like who's who Damn they looking at me like, who's who? Bitch, I'm looking at you like, who you? I know I'm the best digging anybody's grave I ain't next to nobody, I'm the first in your haze nigga [Hook: x2] Thriller than the thrillest Fuck that bitch the realest Middle fingers up, 'Cause it's motherfuck your feelings I said motherfuck your feelings I'm realer than the realest Middle fingers up bitches Motherfuck your feelings

Numba One Stunna

BIG TYMERS
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga Believe that You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit Ride Bentleys ‘round the city on buttons, ya bitch Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stunnin' and shit Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch ??? get it right, don't tangle and twist it Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy Niggas mad, don't like it ‘cause I'm bangin' they bitches When the light hit the ice, it twinkle and glistens Baby, Bryan, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains With the platinum watches and the platinum rings Last shit ain't changed, still doin' my thing Still do it for the block, niggas hang and swing You don't know another nigga that could stunt like me Big Tymer representin', nigga, the U.P.T. I'm that hard nigga stunnin' like Evil Knievil Jumpin' out Lexus and Hummers, showin' off for my people I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, McGyver Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) I put dubs on cars, when I ride I'm fly We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut Juve' ‘bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up Diamonds on my hoes feet, when they walk they spark Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, when I talk I spark Don't fuck around with beef, when it start I spark Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark we spark Just bought a new car and I'm thinkin' ‘bout a million The motherfuckin' driver seat sittin' in the middle Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water I'll be fuckin' bad bitches, I be hittin' they daughters I like my dick sucked fast, I like to play with them rookies I like to f*** ‘em in they a** while he beat up the pussy I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit I'mma stunt till I die, bitch, the shit don't quit I'm that hard nigga stunnin' like Evil Knievil Jumpin' out Lexus and Hummers, showin' off for my people I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, McGyver Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) Baby, pop the Crystal, and shine the jewels Get the Cadillac from Suell with 20-inch Ls Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be Baby, give me the keys, give me the weed, give me the G's, give me the Mack 10 Let me see happenin', to me, these niggas last in What's up, Boss B., you ever got beef with a busta You can call me, you know I keep a blucka-blucka Hit ‘em all week, give me the keys to the bubble I'm on y'all street, Juvenile Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck But wait, my nigga, baby, he live on chrome My nigga, baby, he get his shine on I'm that hard nigga stunnin' like Evil Knievil Jumpin' out Lexus and Hummers, showin' off for my people I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, McGyver Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) I'm that hard nigga stunnin' like Evil Knievil Jumpin' out Lexus and Hummers, showin' off for my people I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) James Bond, Jackie Chan, and that bitch, McGyver Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers I'm the #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) The #1 stunna (Wh-wh-what) Now, it's plain and simple, nigga I ain't met a nigga yet who could fuck with these Cash Money Hot Boys with these cars, nigga See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire That my dog, Fresh, had first We got ‘em on dubs That Lexus, the new one that come out in 2001 with the frog eyes I got that bitch on dubs And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye I got that bitch on dubs And that Mercedes Wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out Look like it got frog eyes That bitch on dubs And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought for our bitches We got this shit here on dubs We all drive Bentley's on dubs I'm tryin' to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga You understand, don't f*** with me with these cars, nigga We the #1 stunnas, nigga Got that Viper with them rattle stripes with that kit You understand, we ain't playin' TVs in all our shit Believe that, playboy Fuck your whole hood up

We Got

TRICK DADDY "Intro"
from Exit Wounds soundtrack [Chorus: J.V.] We Got, Mo' hoes (mo' hoes) mo' dank (mo' dank) Mo' cheese in the bank, mo' rank My dawgs on dubs, yours aint My dawgs do whateva, yours cain't [J.V.] That's right (that's right) that's us Trina, JV, Trina, Tre+ Hit the club, slide through on dubs Back to back ride through like what Still goin, po'in hennessey The best thing showin, blowin, remember me? J to the dot straight to the top We the shit for real other niggas play hot [Money Mark] To all the young hoes, I love ya fo' Who let me take 'em to the house, get 'em loose, let 'em go On the ??? so I guess I gotta love 'em though But I'm a P i m p, so you know I dont love these hoes And I, don't see 'em, (don't see 'em), won't be 'em Won't be buyin' no hoes Benz's or Benz No mo' diggin in Money Mark ??? I'm a Slip-N-Slide nigga and i straight dont see 'em [Chorus 2X] [Trick Daddy] Yo T-double D doin' amazing thangs And have you bitches around sayin', Why you say them things? Cuz I'm a T-H-U double G-G Wherever I go, you bitches you love me Whether an LP, uh, a remix The only thing I'm a spit is G' shit Specialize in fuckin' and gettin' head ??? wanna pay for riches for head Of a, ass hoe, that mack hoe The truth of the matter fact, a slapped hoe Beaten back ??? and hoodrat hoes I like them slim and po' No fat hoes If I, had a penny for every bitch I get I'd be a young raw nigga with a platinum dick Ride around town with the platinum shit Spittin' all these gangsta platinum hits [Chorus 2X] [Trina] Ms. Trina, Ms. Drama Diamond princesses got the mama Stacken that bread, plenty dolla's Drop it, pop it, Fendi colla's Chart toppin', hit droppin' Ain't no stoppin' the champane from poppin' I'm finna bring a Grammy home to Miami Purple see ok, drop candy Twenty Inches, dipped in the chrome Lil mama thick to the bone When the last time you seen a bitch like this Come into the game and get rich like this A bitch that make hit after hit like this Icy from a anklet to the wrist with Mo' mansions, mo' yachts Slip-N-Slide got the bottom on lock [Chorus 2X]

Pimp Slapp'd

SNOOP DOGG "Paid Tha Cost To Be Da Boss"
[DJ E-Z Dick] W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick About to unleash another one of those platnum plus hits And the word is on the streets, and the word is the streets We gon go to a live remote, licking wit my main man Mr Doggy Dogg [Snoop Dogg] A day in the life, of a Rollin 20 Crip I'm just a stuburn type of fella with a head like a brick And just because I sip Moet, they say that I'm hopeless But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the loc'ness Now this is how we do it when we checking the grip Snoop Dogg is in this bitch, so don't even trip I bust a funky composition that's smooth as a prism Now check it as I kick off in this funky ass rhythm It's six dub, the phone is ringing off the deck And it's some homies talking about I disrespected they set Aww nah, Dogg aint this y'all I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all I got love for a bunch of real B-Dogs Like K-Dub, Top Cat, B-Reel, E-Rock, Boo-Lay Face And the homie Har'ron rest in peace Big Jay from Cappinella Park He used to blaze with his nephew after dark On and on, rocking big neck bone Mausberg I had to put you on my song It's so real, I had to show some love Now back to this scrub, it ain't about Crip or Blood It's about you bein jealous of what I does Cause I does it the most, the king of the coast in the paint playin post - I back you down like Shaq-Daddy, and bust on ya out the new Caddy And skirt up, bust ya boulevard I'm not Xzibit, you can't +Pull My Hoe Card+ .. I fucked all your groupies When you was doin time in Camp Snoopy With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches And you was payin niggaz off with all my riches You so hardco', why you ain't go to level fo' Oh I know (bitch!) But I walk the mainline everytime I go down You can check my G files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on your Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggaz just crumbs off my table You're not able, to compete with the heat that I drop And I still ain't been paid, for '1-8-7 on a cop' I started yo' shit and I will end yo' shit if you keep talkin shit on Crip! [Hook 1: repeat 2X] It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (gon get pimp slapped) [Hook 2: repeat 2X] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em [Snoop Dogg] If I shoot you, I'll be brainless, and you'll be famous And I'll be spending money out the anus Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level Man you worser than devils Alotta niggas should've said it, fuck em But Ima say it for em, stop it, pop it, rewind and play it for em This nigga's a bitch like his wife Suge Knight's a bitch, and that's on my life And I'ma let the whole world see Cos you fucked up the industry, and that's on me We can go head up, nigga, set it up Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up Your rappers and artists, tell em, shut it up Cos I'll fuck every last one of em up, especially Kurupt See that's my lil homeboy, so he knows what's up He better keep it Crippin, and slip his clip in Cos these niggas trippin, this is official business Do the same way, leave no witnesses This is that unexpected diss directed, sprayed, covered and protected Strip you butt naked, chicky-check-check-it It's all to the good again You can catch Snoopy Dibby Double in the hood again Spinning that real times, spitting that real shit To make the whole world feel it So put the bacon in the skillet, and try to peel it Cause Doggystyle Records is the realest, nigga [Hook 1] Money, I get it, paper I got it Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em Money, I get it, paper I got it Jealous ass nigga

Bitch

Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz "Kings Of Crunk"
[Too $hort] One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch) Any any bitch that act like a muthafuckin (bitch) Any pussy nigga that's a muthafuckin (bitch) I send this shit out to all y'all man Fuck y'all pussy-ass niggaz Playin there for the mothafuckin Okay, this how we put this shit down for y'all [CHORUS] We run this [x4] You ain't fuckin wit me [x4] Start a riot in this [x7] Aw get the fuck out this [Lil Jon] You be actin like a bitch So we treat you like a bitch You be actin like a bitch So we treat you like a bitch We beat you like a bitch Kick your ass like a bitch We take your fuckin shit And leave you stuck like a bitch You wearin panties like a bitch Yo pussy like a bitch You sound like a bitch You talkin like a bitch You cryin like a bitch You whinin like a bitch I hate you fuckin bitch We'll kill you bitch [Too $hort] So back up on me in this bitch Or get fucked up in this bitch My niggaz real in this bitch Sit your wig in this bitch Crack your head in this bitch Beat your ass is this bitch So keep poppin let your mouth And get fucked up like a bitch Smack you up like a bitch Stomp you out like a bitch Slap your head like Beat you down like a bitch Take your money like a bitch On your knees like a bitch We don't like you fuckin bitch We'll kill you like a bitch [CHORUS] [Chyna White] Ain't no hoes fuckin with this bitch I put years in this shit Shed tears for shit Bitch I'm real with this shit (don't push me) Cuz ain't no fuckin thang bout me pussy Except this rare shit that drip from me I get money in my hood bitch ain't nuttin funny (not funny) But a faggot nigga in nut huggers and big hoots We toss over who got juice Who livin a lie (lie) Who speakin a true, who get that loot You get on that mic with that bullshit bitch (boitch) Then it's all on you Hangin rap label (rap label) I ain't dealin with favorites Homie fucks with niggaz that do business up under the table That mad shout You hoes can't make it in the game Unless your titties and your ass out Now fuck wit me So I can show you who already ballin in this bitch Turnin from sweet to sour in this bitch Like zero to 60 m.p.h. It's a thin line between love and hate And fuck the world Cuz I ain't here to stay (bitch) [CHORUS] [Lil Jon] Hey check this out right (wazzup) All y'all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah) It's bout to get real ugly in your mothafuckin club right now (fucked up in that bitch) I'm gonna tell ya like this (what's up) Get your mothafuckin security ready (fuck em) Yo I think some shit bout to go down nigga (what goin down nigga) It's about Lil Jon (uh huh), Eastside Boyz Yo check this shit out Lemme see you get crunk Lemme see you get bunk Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up Lemme see you get crunk Lemme see you get bunk Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz [CHORUS] [Too $hort] Told ya once lil bitch Said it twice lil bitch Hang around us niggaz all night And you'll get your lil ass whooped bitch For actin like a bitch Backslap ya like a bitch While ya snappin a flick (biotch) It's $hort dog I ain't wit nowhere Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the playaz And you bitches Don't try to front foo' If you don't leave soon them niggaz bout to jump you You just a bitch…bitch

Fuck Off

EMINEM "Curtains Up"
A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for *Edited* I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much nina *Edited* and my glock rolls solo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off (Eminem) Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two Withe boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight 'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school Fuck Off

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