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MIKE JONES lyrics - Ballin' Underground

In Da Club

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[Mike Jones] When I fall up in the club, hoes show me love I'm sipping purple drank, better known as that mud I'm gone off that drank, so I guess I'm just leaning X-O in our system, so you know that hoe fiending I chill with Young Doodie, Magno and Sir Daily Cause we be pimping these hoes, on a daily basis I come through clean in a Lac green, with ten screens And a fine dime, next to me I keep this shit clever, cause I'm a playa nigga I put a hoe last, cause I'm all about my figgas I keep my money on my mind all the time, I don't rap for free I'm On a mission, to stack up these dolla signs I gotta go get it, I ain't bullshitting Cause the minute that you slipping, you fall off and you ain't in it So I gotta stay up in the game, and blow up like a flame And use my fame in the game, to stack up some mo' change I got these hoes screaming my name, while giving me brain When I'm done fucking her brain, I'll give you back your name [Hook - 2x] Cause when I'm in the club, hoes show me love I hit Watts and Slim Thug, when I need some mo' drugs I got some hoes bopping, cause they see us on dubs But they gotta suck and fuck, if they hopping in the truck And uh... [Mike Jones] My name, my set I claim Is gon forever be the same, and I swear to God that it won't change No mo' free shows, free flows Cause if you want me to flow or do a show, you gotta come off do' And I refuse to lose I'm in demand now, cause I done paid my dues Y'all niggaz are pissed off, cause my career about to lift off And tell your chick my dick, she need to get off Cause I'm Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones (who) Mike Jones [talking] Ballin Underground baby Be on the look out

Energy Sucker

LUSCIOUS JACKSON "Natural Ingredients"
I'm stone free Soulless one I wash myself Down to the dust I might be a mess But i try to stay pure You're taking away My soul my soul Hey energy sucker I'm a goddess Not your mother Hey you're soulless You got the pull Of a riptide Too tight man soon You're gonna suck me in I better stay tough or You're gonna get me Well now i wish that you Never even met me You're a type who Acts nice Just to get things Can't relax cause You're standing In your own wings You pretend you're Grown up and satisfied That's another lie What can you give me You're soulless You're soulless Hey energy sucker I'm a goddess, Not your mother Hey you're soulless I got a way to get out quick In a second i'll be through With you old tricks Kinda funny how you try To play innocent I gave it up Now i don't know Where it went Suckin up to the fool Who gets near you Now we're through And i know just what To do I'm cutting you off Yeah you, it's true I'm cutting you off Yeah you I'm stone free I'm stone free I gotta get out I gotta get out quick I gotta gotta get out quick

Damned To Be Free

BAD RELIGION "How Could Hell Be Any Worse?"
Death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none. People tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one. I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world. I go home while they work hard, then they same I'm wrong. There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. If their sins affected me, I gotta be damned to be free. Freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth. Instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth. Learn their rules, play their game, deceive yourself in haste. Turn your own brain into dust; it's not theirs to waste. There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy. Extract the nectar, burn the tree, I gotta be damned to be free Thinking... This world it ain't so bad. Dying... It's just another fad. Working... 8 hours, that's not for me. Dying... It's just your destiny.

Smokin' & Rollin'

J-DAWG "Smokin' & Rollin'"
[Chorus x2: uncredited Smokin'....and rollin' Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been doin' And ain't no secret dogg the ghetto got me ruined lookin' for the hoes [First Verse] Tryin' to stack my chips and made a quick lick Tryin' to hit a quick lick and stack chips for life, you my bitch tonight Go on and graze the head and try to raise the dead And bring a nigga dick back to life It's called sacrifice Now girl do what you must Tell me who do you trust with a dub set of your keys? With a dub set of your keys now tell me who do you trust? Go head and do what you must, I had to bust your bubble, you ain't no better than these And like the Vietnamese I got the same eyes ready to ride for mine down to roll I got a pound of goat, down to smoke it down Sippin' a crown and coke Tryin' to focus dogg, tryin' to focus dogg Sippin' a crown and coke Ready to ride for mine, lovin' the ghetto amen Duckin' the federal pen You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin How many medals you win For gettin' shot to death? For gettin' shot to death, how many medals you win? You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin Duckin' the federal pen, lovin' the ghetto amen Promisin' never to bend Cuz I'm a soldier, told ya what the camp be like Don't forget me Dogg and these bitch made niggas is behind me Still tryin' to find me Up in the midst of fog, I'm up against the wall, and still.... Smokin' [Chorus] [Second Verse] In the middle got a little bit more than I'm supposed to have Lookin' for hoes to grab, I hit the club with the hen in my cup A quarter pound of bud, I come around with thugs, callin' my enemy bluff You wanna pretend to be tough? You wanna pretend to be tough? Callin' my enemy bluff Even though a nigga bailin' with thugs, lookin' for hoes to grab I'm runnin' game like a sociopath I flash a lil' cash, every now and then I can ask for them hoes to laugh Nigga supposed to mash, I put the mack down Put the mack down, nigga supposed to mash And like a sociopath I run game, never go unchanged Nigga know they hate to see me for some cash Want me to flow so bad I gotta watch my back Cuz niggas plot to jack And on the slick I gotta be up on my P's and Q's Before you get up in the game, better read the blues And what'cha need to do is take out and pay your dues Because the paper stack'll get deep dogg, but how deep the paper stack get? When the gat spit, I can dump a many assassin Duckin' when I blast And came back with a plastic hip Go on and pass the fifth Of one fifty one, so I can sip me some And get bent, tryin' to get bent sippin' a fifth of one fifty one I gotta do what I got, to pay rent I'm only fuckin' with bitches who got potential to grow And eventually gross a lil' more than more than me And if she eventually gross a lil' more than me Then I'ma take the bitch and go home with me Game consists of mix of more truth than lies Come here superthighs, you got the cutest eyes And on top of that, got a brand new Benz with the droopy eyes And let's ride [Chorus] [Third Verse] How the fuck I'ma live life broke? I gotta get my blazin' L raised in Hell with stripes I gotta keep the mail tight and gel at night For tryin' to smoke the green up and sell the white Picture me rollin' again, soon as you lock me in I'm on the stroll again, lookin' for hoes again Up on the dude with the lake Get the herb and herb My nigga pull to the curb to get the blue and the papes Go get the blue and the papes You better pull to the curb, and get the herb and herb So we can blaze a sack And try to fade the black And I ain't paid to act You gotta face the fact that I was made to mack And I ain't afraid to ask To get my back rubbed in the Black lacka tub Gettin' head and all Gettin' head and all In a black lacka tub, with a fat sack of bud, drinkin' a red dog I'm in the ghetto forever, I'm tryin' to make the loot and still shake the troops Tryin' to shake the troops and still make the loot With a lil' taste of brew and a whole case of gooch Ready to face the truth with a whole case of gooch And a taste of brew, bout to bend the block and get blowed tonight My nigga, show ya right For life, is what the Camp Soldiers like If you ready to ride, let's roll [Chorus]

Thank You

JIN "The Rest Is History"
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though? First and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His Almighty ways Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter All original ryders and the generation after The double R staff my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin' You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars My man J pure for bringin' the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A. Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown Can't forget hometeam as high as I be Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records 'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records Shouts out to the technicians they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai? Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my Close associates that I love to see School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal Romero, baby you, R G and Neil It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career As for one oh six who they askin' about Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch And MTV for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep This is real hip hop be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live This one's for 954 and 305 All the way to 718 and 212 And if you ever showed love this one's for you But I gota say thanks even those that hated 'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated {You see, lot times People dont appreciate the love and support That they get from they family an' friends Haters and all they are locked into but not me} {See I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there is no me Oh my cha I can't forget about you I know when you make sinners down You doin' a real good job on that I know I probaly forgot a ton of people But don't think that you know count it Anyway you want, it's just that It's a lot goin' on right now I got my element Little bit of Henessee left in my cup No I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

Area Codes

LUDACRIS "Word Of Mouf"
(feat. Nate Dogg) [Nate Dogg] [chorus] I've got hoes I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area [Ludacris] Now you thought I was just 7-7-0 And 4-0-4, I'm worldwide bitch, act like yall don't know It's the abominabol 'O' man Globe-trot international post man Neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8s, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5 I'll jump off the d-4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bone 3-1-2, 3-1-3, 2-1-5, 8-0-3 Read your hor-o-scope and eat some hor-derves Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve 7-5-7, 4-1-0, my cell phone says overload [chorus] [Ludacris] Now everyday is a hol-i-day So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, keeps you to hold today 5-0-4, 9-7-2 7-1-3, whatcha gon do You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a ho tonight With perpendicular vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 Too much green, too much fun I bang cock in Bangkok Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla, Schlong in Hong Kong Pimp em like vision, magic Don Juan Man after Henny with a coke and a smile I just pick up the muthafuckin phone and dial I got my condoms in a big-ass-sack I'm slaggin this dick like a New Jack, biatch [Nate Dogg] Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk Is it cuz they like my handsome face Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways Whatever it is, they love it And they just won't let me be I handle my biz, don't rush me Just relax and let me be free Whenever I call, come running 2-1-2 or 2-1-3 You know that I ball, stop frontin 'For I call on something to free [chorus] [Ludacris] 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4 Shout out to the 2-0-6 Everybody in the 8-0-8 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4 3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1 3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya 3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3 8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1 9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0 7-0-8, 5-0-2 And different area codes..

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