JACKI-O lyrics - Poe Little Rich Girl

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[Jacki-O] Daum this must be the remix, remix, remix, remix Goin to town, Drum major, Jacki-O, T double D [Trick Daddy] I am the champion King ding-a-ling Say my name for the dick I sling Go on head bitch do yo thang and Remember this ho you my bitch You stuck forever I fuck whatever And fuck whoever you better not never Pimp shit and that's all I know Go on and run ya mouth you ol' no good ho [Jacki-O] Nigga I'm from down south I'll suck ya dick (ok) And I'll spit it in ya mouth Nigga's like you be closet freaks Nigga's sell pussy and you beg me to skeet You a freak I'm gone pee on it Get off the chains Tie you up and and spank ya You got a dick like a four year old (awl) I understand why you fuck with dildo's [Trick Daddy] Hoe I'm sick of yo shit Gone run ya mouth Come suck this dick Bitch I know all about cha pash Ya like it ruff and tough And then straite up ya ass Bitch you bad, I can't lie about that Be good to what you do and you do lick ass [?] and tattoo You go both ways O yeah too [Jacki-O] How many nuts I gotta bust in ya face Befor you shut up Type of nigga that like they whole head wet up I drive ya six I [?] that shit Spend all you end and you talk that shit Suck me, fuck me throw me some doe All that shit you talk don't faze a hoe I like me head slow Make it happen Pop a pill cause a bitch make it snappen [Chorus x2: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what you doing bitch Keep doing what you doing slut Keep doing what you doing Keep suckin fuckin and screwin bitch [Trick Daddy] Hoes these day Go threeway Prefer to have sex with a bisexual Trisexual habitual sex affenda love that dick up in ya Bitch I bet you love to fuck three nigga's Bitch I bet you love that feelin' I Bet you eat dick for dinner Bet cha wash I down with cum save some for 'morrows So speed it up when you eat it up I like mines sloppy jollpy Bitch I ain't boo ya pretty proppa Bitch I'm a thug we can fuck on the carpet [Jacki-O] If I suck ya dick it a cum fast Cuz I'mma stick my thumb in ya ass See pussy make cash And cash make proda And excada and porsh boxers Off them boxer put on a thong Tripple X nigga tripple yo X nigga Jacki-O like it hard and rough See you playin with this pusy And nigga you gotta fuck me Shit I got pussy like sunshine Proda twa and the head game on lock Climb on the wall Tear off my draws and we can fuck like dogs [Chorus x4: Trick Daddy] Keep doing what your doing bitch Keep doing what your doing slut Keep doing what your doing Keep sucking and fuckin and screwin bitch 2 is always better than 1!

Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.c., Butch Ca)

MACK 10
[Verse 1: Mack 10] I jumped out the box like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin collage And out the gararge, is a Bentley Arnage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches roll - going get these hoes ficky hoes - wanna I roll with my niggaros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it no bitch, I'm a be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked Chevy mashin, dipping and assing, kin toda zaggin Fo'-fo' magging and toe taggin Dub the hood phantom in a blue van Im front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Snitchers and Scukas done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is the streets so thats how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short then I'd probly did it If lil momma thick then I gotta hit it The trojan gotta be a magnum to me to fit it If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it The red beem was on your wig so I probly split it [Verse 5: Ice Cube] To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutricious - I think they do dishes I makin three wishes - I take 'em they pictures And spit 'em they britches - I fuck 'em they bitches Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube is an ass-hole it ain't it aint an act So take a hit at that - and remember that Where my mothafuckin niggas and my triggas at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique n like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays with rubber bands and braids From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands Where we keep pistols smoking like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer Backing for mo' figgas - so trick bow down n Po the liquor bitch [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes And Rolling on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch us as it unfolds Snithces and Suckas done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Repeat 2X] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'ma be Connected For Life [Mack 10 {Talking}] Yeah!, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy Uh, uh, uh

Friends

P. DIDDY "No Way Out"
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do And leave em talk about the last time they seen you Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you (Let's) live your life What do you do when the love turns cold (Let's) live your life Do you love me baby I'll be your friend Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh I swear now, I done killed that shit Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops Nigga keyed up, stash for real Twenty G's please what Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare Oh yeah I'm up in your life, play you trife Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby I been away a long time Is it still me baby The one on your mind Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined Can I touch you baby Is that aight witchu Can I love you baby What we about to do could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you Can you feel me baby Should I keep it right there Is it still me baby Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs Do you want me baby Just let me know like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow Get freaky baby, can you handle that Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah Chorus 2X to fade

Friends

PUFF DADDY "No Way Out"
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) 'live your life' What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) 'live your life' Do you love me baby I'll be your friend Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh I swear now, I done killed that shit Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops Nigga keyed up, stash for real Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time Is it still me baby? The one on your mind Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu? Can I love you baby? What we about to do could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there? Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs Do you want me baby? Just let me know like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow Get freaky baby, can you handle that? Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah Chorus 2X to fade

4 Minutes

JUVENILE "Project English"
(feat. Hot Boys) [B.G.] You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh We drop classics nigga, uh-huh Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling But yet it's my block my hood my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter what, the, situation be I'm bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green UPT 13 and CMB is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga (4, minutes, left!) [Juvenile] Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggaz comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz They stuck in line, but right after it's all over The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki's While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street You representin It better be M-A-G Or niggaz gon' get mad and, never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge (3, minutes, left!) [Lil Wayne] Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me Need them, birdies You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell What is that I smell No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what (2, minutes, left!) [Turk] Look.. look, look Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad() You head your lose that, ain't no comin back back, I'm tellin you Play with me your people people gon' be smellin you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you People don't have no money they can't bury you Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin yourself cousin Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin Gun I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin (I hope you got the message!)

Oh No

Gangsta Boo "Enquiring Minds"
[Fatal] 1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club When at the club, we get so bumped We try to tear up some shit [Gangsta Boo] Oh no, you can't Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest Makin' you say What the fuck was it?! Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo! Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come get me ho?! Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby Slice dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga? I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga) I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin' What the fuck for? You do not pay me Neither do you break me Hypnotize comin' for real We paper chasin' Repeat 1 [Fatal] (Oh no) I'm sick tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back? A group of niggas sellin' ?dolo? 'caine Talkin' 'bout how you back I make the bullets that ? like... Don't believe me? Test me Jack *brrap, brrrrap brrap brap* You better be nimble, you better be quick When this fuckin' forty click It's gonna be cold in your partna's house Wit hoes in your doors bitch Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla But a hustla, I'm by the struggle Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors Guns to brang Slangin' 'caine In the snow, or in the rain I'm gon' maintain In the street, or on the strip I'm makin' grips Shakin' dice The cheese, I flip I pimp a bitch Runnin' combs, on cellular phones I'm in your home Put them toes, up in your face So now it's on Repeat 1 Ha, I got ?? flicks Yes, on the C-B set cassette Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex Catch a neck ? bent Like some missed up out your chest From the ? chest Many bitches I been sexed By the Lord this ? Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless Yes, love the gangsta way I test Take three thousand X I smoke the dope up in my Chevy Hit the head rest Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy Namin' startin' from the C-B-Q Be from this infa-mee I rip it ? ?Ya pretty styles sympathies go mentally? Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley So picture the Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ?? You don't want no posse ??? They don't want it Fatal put the pump to your stomach Hittin' you up wit shots Give you reasons to run with The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from It's the verbal verdict It's venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap Hussein foul Put it in that apple Shit, you playin' now? From Memphis to your city My fo-fo pretty Lil' Gold from sheezy Put the ? to your kitty Fuck wit Hussein thugs That's your brain on drugs I bring the pain wit slugs Don't get slain then plug You'll get popped off Block wit hot shots, and dropped off I spot y'all, when I popped mines off It's them outlaws in Three 6, y'all can't do shit with That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you Screw my plans And I'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you Shuttle control, shuttle control...

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