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TRICK DADDY lyrics - Thug Holiday

Dro In The Wind

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[talking] Hah, haha That's just the sound of the Hen'.. True Story.. Buddy Roe.. They say tell the truth, Shane and them (uh-huh) Thank God for the thugs too... [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind, with the 'dro in the wind [Trick Daddy] I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass nigga Collard green, neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and wattn't no mo' covers A little bad motherfucker (ah-ha) Always rude and always in trouble None of my teachers ain't like me (uh-huh) But make it so bad, Pearl had seven mo' like me If you growed up the way I did You gotsta understand, Trick love the kids (Ooooooohh!) Trick love the kids [Chorus: Cee-Lo] [Trick Daddy] Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (uh-huh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin this shit (lovin this shit) And wait a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin? Bitch fuck you (uh-huh) That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga Quick to do you, cut a fool-ass nigga Weighin' in at bout a buck six-five And a nigga can fuck, plus the boy gets live (that's right) You know legs, wings, and short thighs (short thighs) Eat 'em up, beat 'em up, then switch sides [Cee-Lo] Hot whore work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the loaded four-four Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line With a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place Recognize, this is the verbalize Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast! So pass, outlast, bout cash Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa! (Oooooooooh!) (Trick love the kids!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] [Big Boi] Look at what we got; the rims and all the 'dro The 'dro and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin on my throat box In the cluthces of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin my chest up? Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang, I'll take the purist strain of this slang and inject it into your veins Did your heart stop man? Drop-top fame Aviator shades with a rear front face Movin through the dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda like the turtle and the rabbit in the race To the finish line, I jump the pair of Reeboks So bright, so fresh, snow white but no socks Then I slipped on some of that O with the wind I'm bustin straight out the path like a three piece of va-lac-tic, before you slack it You gotta prepare it and mack it, when your jack it over tragic not intended for any illegal purposes' it's like anthrax and small pox in surplus to murder us (Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids!) (Trick love the kids!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo]

Memories

Mac "Shell Shocked"
C-Murder talking: I know the whole world is full of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures The whole world is based upon young niggas coming up in the ghetto, in the streets You now what I'm saying I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past. Just want to let ya'll motherfuckers know what a nigga went through and how a nigga became what the fuck he is You check it out Chorus: C-Murder Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures [C-Murder] I remember way back in my project days A little dirty motherfucker dreaming bout a pair of j's Left alone in this world of crime Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time Now what the fuck I'm I supposed to do I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew I guess this thug shit is in my blood Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz Me and my bitch we used to cut classes And me Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto A young nigga living like the motherfucking goodfellas I wear gun like it was part of my clothes With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories Chorus repeat 2X [Mac] I remember Mac, (Who?) The neighborhood nigga who rapped Little skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto I was scared to die Junior high running from them niggas on that other side Who was opening fire Couldn't tell mom's, couldn't tell pop's That was the very night I became shell shocked(wooo) Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow You gotta respect how I sport the same outfit today and tomorrow Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed I couldn't sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher Rap wasn't paying the bills And that's real Now I scream murder, murder, kill, kill nigga Chorus repeat 4X

Shame on a Nigga

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
[Intro: Raekwon the Chef] [martial arts movie sample] Yeah, yo, aight Pass the meth! (nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!) Yeah, aight kick the raw style, yeah Fly that fuckin sack [Chorus:] Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What (HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!) [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef] Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut! Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, ya wanna get gun Shoot! BLAOW! How you like me now Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild! Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out Wanna get on it like that, well then shout! Yo RZA, yo razor! Hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunnin, hummin comin atcha First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha You could never capture the Method Man's stature For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master my style Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terror Razor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders, I'm better than my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva! Let's get together (Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!) I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO! Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones black Rap from yo Cali to Texas Smoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK this Brothers approach and half step, but ain't heard HALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vet So, when you see me on the real, formin like Voltron Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal! [Chorus:] (Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga Wu buck wild with the trigger! Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!) [Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard] Yo...! I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, 'Warriors! Come out and playiyay!' Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What!

Kaught In Da Ak

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
Bring it in one time, Solid Scheme Hook: (x3) (Gotta story to tell y'all) (Here's a lil' story I got ta do) Verse 1: Books Uh Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or [shit] cos I'm ya local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick T'wanna *?Prawley?*, some ignore me, others I bother for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start [fuckin] for nuttin and no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot and I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet These days I'm all professional, some new [shit] I got I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas to pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid) Now as for me G let's just say I learnt the rules I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus No better time than the present to make him an offer He can't refuse but might regret it, so I'ma set it Hook Verse 2: Dray Well, umm, take this job and shove it punk [fuck] it, another day of workin My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha) Takin all the [shit] and only gettin four dollars a hour There go some bitches swearin that they better givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter I gets no pay though cos they know that you know can't wait to take a [fuckin] break so I can go and puff this buddha I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin Now who's this creepin up the [fuckin] block-in? Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus The [shit] is killin me, why this kid grillin me? actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me up wit some hot [shit], I spot [shit], I'm buggin I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin my area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin Hook Interlude: Dray (Books) conversing Yo what up kid? I know that was you B, yo waz up? (Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?) Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin?? (I'm sayin man, what you doin man?) Word up, I get off in a few B (Aight! Yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond! (Yo I'ma see ya aight) Verse 3: Dray, Books Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure I hooked up with this nigga because he bound to make my pocket's bigger I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin He scooped up, suit me up boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day [shit] I need you to do me this justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid [shit] Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin Yo, hold up, cops! Yo I think them cops is peepin Oh [shit], where they at? Stash the gat, toss the erb cuz Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin G I'm pullin to the curb because these *?hertz?* is high -beamin me *police sirens* Hook

Krazy Wit Da Books

Das EFX "Straight Up Sewaside"
Bring it in one time Solid Scheme Hook: (x3) (Gotta story to tell y'all) (Here's a lil' story I got ta do) Verse 1: Books Uh Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or [shit] cos I'm ya local slinger swinger quick ta bring the drama plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna I'm baggin kids up like they bag that chick T'wanna *?Prawley?* some ignore me others I bother for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start [fuckin] for nuttin and no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust Now's the time to make my move cos I'm out to do tha kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up) I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me I'm catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot and I ain't spinnin it in the joint but better yet These days I'm all professional, some new [shit] I got I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas to pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid) Now as for me G let's just say I learnt the rules I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus No better time than the present to make him an offer He can't refuse but might regret it, so I'ma set it Hook Verse 2: Dray Well, umm, take this job and shove it punk [fuck] it, another day of workin My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin I wanna bust wit disgust cos I'm sour (aha) Takin all the [shit] and only gettin four dollars a hour There go some bitches swearin that they better givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the [fuckin] jetter I gets no pay though cos they know that you know can't wait to take a [fuckin] break so I can go and puff this buddha I'm bustin my ass but my cash just ain't stockin Now who's this creepin up the [fuckin] block-in? Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus The [shit] is killin me, why this kid grillin me? actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me up wit some hot [shit], I spot [shit], I'm buggin I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin my area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin Umm, let him kick it cos I ain't tryin to sink in I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin Hook Interlude: Dray (Books) conversing Yo what up kid? I know that was you B, yo waz up? (Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin my thing man I'm tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?) Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin?? (I'm sayin man, what you doin man?) Word up, I get off in a few B (Aight! Yo I'm tryin ta see ya, word is bond!) Yo yo, I ain't frontin kid, word is bond! (Yo I'ma see ya aight) Verse 3: Dray, Books Bringin it back cos now I'm wit it I'm lookin ta make this loot so now I figure I hooked up with this nigga because he bound to make my pocket's bigger I'm lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I'm willin He scooped up, suit me up boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin I'm guessin we're like on some back-in-the-day [shit] I need you to do me this justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid [shit] Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it I leave em layin stiff and if that's how ya really want it I'm buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin Yo, hold up, cops! Yo I think them cops is peepin Oh [shit], where they at? Stash the gat, toss the erb cuz Jakes checkin my plates and I'm tryin not to swerve, word My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin G I'm pullin to the curb because these *?hertz?* is high -beamin me *police sirens* Hook

Fuck Slim

EMINEM
yo yo yo check it yo.. slim is wack he is a white guy tryin to act black look at me now coming up to you wat you gonna do staight from the underground slim you aint nuthing you going down yo i got tight poems ya what you gonna doo you aint got ryhmes you backin up blue fuck crip we da real click so nigga be were i'm coming every where hear n there put your face to the floor kick you bitch out da do this is the og hangin with da big team fuck slim hes a ass suckin like a large mouth bass nigga be ware i'm commin

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